Mother Made Her 10 Year Old Daughter Cut Her Hair And Threw a Tantrum When it Wasn’t Good Enough
Found on https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledparents, posted by u/fredzred.
I’ve got the pleasure of having a Karen as a mother and you guys seem to like these stories, so here’s another one.
A little backstory before I begin: my mum hated me my whole life, favoring my little sister over me ans mentally and physically abusing me most of my life (until I left to live with my dad). I spent a lot of my young life trying to win her affection by doing the same things my sister did, like going to pony club when I didn’t really want to. Until I eventually gave up and didn’t care what she thought anymore. My mum is 5 foot 8, broad shouldered and a bit over weight but strong from doing farm work most of her life. Needless to say, I was scared of her back then.
This happened when I was 10 years old (in 2000). My mum is a huge choosing beggar and hates spending money when she didn’t have to. This included going to a hair dresser. My sister was 7 at the time so I was her next option for this mistake that she only made once.
She came into my room and asked if I would cut her hair for her. I really didn’t want to practically begged her not to make me. But I was still in that stage of wanting her approval so I reluctantly said yes. Big mistake.
So not knowing what I was doing, I cut her hair, and big surprise, I did a horrible job. It was salvageable if she went to the hair dresser to get it fixed but she was too cheap and suborn to do that.
I was grounded for the rest of the week (except for going to school) and was made to do all of my sister’s chores with a bit extra, such as shoveling the horse crap in the paddocks into a bucket and carting them to the bin (anyone who’s ever smelt fresh horse poo will understand why this task was exceptionally bad) and any other inventive chores she could come up with.
For the rest of the week she stomped around the house saying snarky comments like:
“Why can’t she be like her sister?”
“At least she would have done a better job than OP.”
“I can’t go out looking like this.”
“If we starve then I know who’s fault it is.”
“Bloody useless kids around here.”
“Why don’t I have enough money? Oh, I know why.” (meaning it was my fault that she didn’t have a job and relied on my dad’s child support payments for income).
It wasn’t until I was 15 that I finally stood up to her and her BS which involved a glass jar to her head. She didn’t touch me again after that and I moved in with my dad not long after that. My life is much better now that I’m not in contact with her. I’m mentally stable with no long lasting issues from her abuse. I’m more stable than my mother and I refused to let her break me. My sister and I are good friends now and she hates our poor excuse for a mother just as much as I do.