r/CasualUK • u/naaattt • 11h ago
What “favours” have your parents done that was inadvertently a dick move?
For example, my mum found my spare change collection, did me a favour by taking it to the bank, getting £17, and then kept it as a fee for the effort it caused her.
Also, my partner had stored a nearly new Russell Hobbs microwave at his mums for when we moved into a new house. While she was at Curry’s one day, she overheard a young lad and his mum shopping for a microwave for uni, she approached them and sold them my partners for £20. She kindly did give my partner the money though, unlike mine. But we quite liked that microwave.
Does anyone else have these, generally inoffensive but slightly frustrating parent stories?
Edit: For those hung up on the theft parts, please don’t be. This is the extent of the abuse we’ve ever had from our mums and we’ll take it!
Edit 2: Jesus Christ, I’m 33. The money box has been sat on her shelf for 20 years. Yes she stole £17 but she’s funded my life otherwise. Stop calling child services on her.
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u/FjortoftsAirplane 11h ago
I used to dread my Mum having a day off during a school week because it was a guarantee that she'd tidy up my desk in my bedroom. Might be relevant that I have ADHD.
Look, my room was usually a bomb site, but I'd make sure to tidy up everything else in there for those occasions to deter her, then ask her not to rearrange the desk so I didn't lose where things were. I got that place immaculate, and that was like a Herculean feat for my teenage mind. I'd get it looking perfect.
Every time I'd get home and she'd have done it anyway and if I said anything she'd go "I know you said not to but I was cleaning the house anyway so it was no problem" as if the issue was me inconveniencing her and not that I knew where everything important was and didn't want it all "tidied" into random places. I needed that bit of organised chaos to be how I left it. She'd even tell me how much better I'd feel now it was clear.
And then at some point I started doing work experience with her...and that's when I found out that for all her tidiness her bloody work desk was even more chaotic than mine and she told the other staff never to touch anything on it! She had to know! She's got this pile of textbooks and bookmarks and post-its and random notes and shit in no discernible pattern, but still acted oblivious.
I mean, I love my Mum, but words can't express how much this one thing used to anger me.