You know that gut feeling when you immediately regret saying “yes”? That’s exactly what happened when my brother called asking to drop his spoiled teen sons, Tyler (13) and Jaden (15), off at my place for two weeks while he went on a luxury vacation.
Two days later, they arrived with designer luggage and superior attitudes—mocking my cooking, electronics, snacks, even my son Adrian’s games. They sneered at my fridge, TV, and begged out of chores. Adrian desperately tried to connect, but they rolled their eyes at every gesture.
I gritted my teeth for the full two weeks, counting down each day. Finally, on their last day, I drove them to the airport—but when they refused to buckle their seatbelts, citing wrinkles in their shirts and Dad saying it was okay, I pulled over. I refused to drive until they fastened them.
Their tantrum delayed us; we missed their flight. My brother called furious, blaming me. That’s when I spoke up: “I’m not breaking the law because your kids act entitled—maybe if you’d taught them respect instead of arrogance, we wouldn’t be here.” He slammed the phone.
Next day, Adrian got a text from Tyler: “Your mom’s insane.” I just laughed. I’m not insane—I’m done being their personal servant, and someone needed to teach them that respect matters.