rSlash - r/Bestof My Mom Became a Famous ❤️-Star

Episode Date: September 24, 2025

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Our next Reddit post is from R.S. Relationship Advice. My dad, who's 67, used to travel a lot to work and stay weeks away, so he and my mother had an agreement where they had an open marriage. I don't know the details, but she was the only one who slept with other people. And this happened for most of my childhood, as I can remember her leaving at night to go to clubs and parties, sometimes taking days to come back and neglecting me and my brothers. I learned how to get groceries and cook when I was AIDS, so me and my brother wouldn't starve. When I was around 13, my parents started fighting, since apparently she had broken the deal in some way. My dad found

out about the neglect, and she started going into the adult industry. They separated and for years, I had no contact with my mother. I sent her texts and emails, since that even popped up as she had seen it, but she never replied. So one day, I just gave up trying to contact her. I managed to stay in contact with some people from her side of the family, but a lot of them have been hating on us, saying that we were too harsh on her,

that we never supported her, that she did well leaving us, and gradually I also cut contact with them as well. She started working in the adult industry and got pretty famous in my country, got a lot of money, and I stopped using any not-safe-for-work websites as she was on the top pages of all of them. I gladly suffered zero to no bullying in high school because of it, as there were no ways of connecting her to me, and most of my friends that knew my mother didn't know that it was her. She had dyed her hair and done a few surgeries. Well, I moved on with my life, joined the Army, and I'm pretty well now. However, a year ago, out of nowhere, she found me on social media and began to message me, asking how I was, commenting on how much I'd grown up and trying to do small talk.

I just replied with one-word answers and even stopped replying once my nerve got the best of me. Apparently, she's retired, and after feeling an overwhelming remorse throughout her entire life, decided to contact us again. My brother was also careful, but essentially accepted her back. He was always close with her. My father's cordial with her, but only that. She's also asked her entire part of the family for help as I began being bombarded with messages and calls from both sides that criticized and supported me and my dad. I made it clear that I don't want anything to do with her, but they just keep on it, saying that she's remorseful, that she made a mistake, but she wants to make it right, that she can come back for us, etc. More recently, she somehow found out where I live, and, I've been receiving random gifts at my doorstep, with messages that were clearly hers. Things like a basket of chocolate that I liked when I was little, expensive clothes, she got my size wrong on all of them, lull.

Flowers when my cat passed away, and even a very expensive hiking kit. I messaged her a few times to say that I don't want any of that, but she just pretends that she doesn't know what I'm talking about, or just says that she thought of me at that moment. I made it clear time and time again that I don't want anything to do, with her, but she still persists, saying that she can be my mom again now and stuff like that. I don't know what else to say, so advice is more than welcome. Then 11 days later, O.P. posted an update. I called her and asked her to meet me at a small

cafe. She got there, and it looked like she had won the lottery. She had a smile from ear to ear and was almost jumping up and down, but her smile did fade when she saw my face. She sat down and tried to do some small talk, but I cut her off and began to raid on her parade. With all the calm and patience I could gather, I told her that no matter what she does or says, there would be no way for her to be my mom again. I started to explain that she was a complete stranger to me now, that I still had resentments, and I reminded her that I tried many times to stay in contact with her, but she refused. And I even stated that I'm no longer a child. I'm almost 30, so I kind of,

I kind of don't need a mom anymore. I had to stop myself from saying, A few years too late, huh? I didn't even finish speaking when she burst into tears and began rambling about how sorry she was, that she was sorry for not seeing me grow up, sorry for ignoring me,

that she would do anything for a second chance. She even told me that if her old work bothers me, she could have it all taken down and pay for therapy if I wanted. Apparently, she didn't know that I've been in therapy ever since I was a teenager. I politely refused, and since the conversation wasn't likely to progress, I just left after asking her once more to not contact me again.

A couple of hours later, I was in the shower when my phone began exploding with calls and messages. She apparently once again told her family, and once again, they were cursing or trying to convince me. They showed me that some of the more radical comments on my last post were somewhat right, and I decided to follow some of their advice. I swapped my phone number, cleaned my social media of any family members from her side, and told my lawyer to go forward with a restraining order. She received the order a couple of days ago, and immediately broke it by driving straight to my house to scream, why was I doing that?

I didn't come out and I called the cops. Thankfully, they saw the restraining order and took her to the station for questioning. I'm now stuck here. Not sure that what I did was 100% right, but at least I'm having some simple, of peace these last few days. She's still trying to send gifts, but I'm going legal on that too. Then, three weeks later, O.P. posted an update. My mother is now legally fighting me on the restraining order, and I'm trying to get more restraining orders for the crazy members of her family.

She hasn't broken the restraining order after the last time, but the gifts continue to come and even intensified, so I'm just donating all of them. Although my childhood was pretty bad, I can say that the amount of chocolate she sent me is making a lot of kids really happy now, lull. Then, three and a half years later, OP posted an update. Well, my mom had been pushy to the limit, but at least with the restraining order, she was keeping away. There were some incidents, like when she showed up at my dad's house during a family dinner, only for my dad's new girlfriend at the time, now wife, to open the door. She also showed up at my job with the army asking for me, and one of my friends who was on guard duty scared her off with a shotgun.

I love those guys, and they're pretty much the only thing I miss about the army. Well, life wasn't going that well. I kept being passed for promotions, my requests for officer school were always denied, and to top it all off, my girlfriend at the time cheated and dumped me. So, yeah. The restraining order against my mom also expired, so she came back with renewed vigor, which didn't help the situation at all. This comment from Coming in the Nile,

A local milk in your area would like to know your location. I also have to wonder if O.P.'s mom is the reason why he's being passed over for promotions. Probably because it would look bad, I'm guessing. Our next Reddit post is from R slash relationships. Prior to breaking up last Wednesday, my girlfriend, who's 23, and I, a 27-year-old guy, had been together for just over three years. Up until this past August, she lived in Georgia, about two hours away from where I was living in South Carolina. In August, she moved up to New York for graduate school, and in order to be closer to her,

I found a job and moved to D.C. Things have been a bit rough in the months leading up to August, and the stress of moving and starting grad school and a new job certainly didn't help things. Given the rough few months we had, she was left questioning whether or not she still wanted to be in a relationship with me. She voiced her uncertainty to me on the phone last Monday, and expressed to me that she had a strong desire to go out and have some experience. with other men, to go on dates and see what else was out there. I told her this wasn't at all what I wanted, that I wanted to work through these hard times together. She responded by saying,

if she didn't go out and have these experiences, even if things improved, she would always regret it. And that's where we left things. When we spoke the next day, she had decided she wanted to come down to South Carolina and spend a few days with me for Thanksgiving break before returning home to visit her family. There was one catch, though. On Friday the 17th, she wanted me to drive two hours from my home in South Carolina to pick her up from the airport in North Carolina and then two hours back. The following Monday, I would have to drive her two hours from home to take her to Georgia to be with her family and two hours back. Then Sunday, after Thanksgiving, I'd have to go two hours out of my way and pick her back up in Georgia and then have her ride with

me all the way back to D.C. where she would fly out to New York. Doing rough math, I think this comes out to about 20 hours on the road for O.P., just driving her around. At this point, I voiced my confusion given the conversation from the previous day. She said that she thought one positive experience together could really turn things around, and that she wanted to give it a shot. She had the flight up and ready to book, and there was only one seat left. So, despite my voicing my desire to talk things out first, she went ahead and booked it. The next day, I tried to talk to her about her desire to date other men and about how we could improve our relationship and work through the rough times we'd been having, and it ultimately led to her breaking up with me. Since then,

we haven't had all that much communication. She's ignored most of my texts, and the ones that she has responded to, she's been rather rude and mean. I pointed this out, and her response was, it's unreasonable of you to expect us to be friendly right now. It's too soon. Which, honestly, I understand. She's right. Then she texts me and tells me that she still needs me to pick her up and take her home, and that she still needs to ride with me back to D.C.

She doesn't have the money to change her flight, and she doesn't have anyone else to pick her up. I told her I didn't feel I owed her that, as she broke up with me. She pointed out that I'd committed to coming, which I most certainly had. I asked her, if I was willing to come, if she would be able to set aside her anger for a few hours and be friendly.

And she said she would do her best to be cordial, but being friendly was too much to ask. She said that she would sit in the back and work the whole ride. My question is, do I still owe it to her to go and pick her up? Would it be selfish of me to tell her she needed to work this out on her own? I really don't want to leave her stranded,

but I don't feel this is my response. any more. What do I do here? Then one day later, O.P. posted an update. Whoa, I was not expecting this many replies. Thank you all so much for your input. It's greatly appreciated. To those of you who have said that I'm being a doormat, you're 100% correct. And I have been for, yeah, pretty much our entire relationship. I try my best to be kind to people, regardless of how they treat me. But at some point, you have to have a little self-respect. Anyhow, I'd pretty much decided not to pick her up prior to seeing all of your replies and reading through them has solidified my decision. I just texted her saying, given the fact that you just broke up with me

and that in your own words, it's too early to expect to be friendly with one another. I'm not okay with coming to pick you up on Friday or taking you to DC on Sunday. Sitting in a car with you for 20 plus hours when you can't even be friendly with me will only make it harder for me to recover from this breakup, and I'm not willing to do that to myself. I hope you're able to find another way home, and I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family. Sorry for any inconvenience this causes. Best of luck to you. I didn't have it in me to be rude to her, but I got the message across nonetheless. And then OP posts one final update to say she didn't even reply. Man, the actual audacity here. Um, I want to ride other men, but can you give me a

a ride to those other guys so I can ride them, pretty please? It's only about 20 hours. God. Our next Reddit post is from R-slash made me smile. I'm a 24-year-old woman, and I live with my 30-year-old male cousin. I have three cats, one adult cat, and two 12-week kittens. And whenever I'm home, he'll be mean to them in a very joking and light-hearted way. He'll call them names, fatso, moron, etc. But it's in that bullying as a love language type of way, and I've never been

been afraid of him actually mistreating my cats, especially because they clearly adore him. He plays in roughhouses with them, he pets them, but he never gets all lovey-dovey the way that I do with them, or so I thought. I live in a two-story townhouse with my bedroom being on the second floor, and I always keep my door open so the cats can go in and out. Yesterday morning, I had woken up, but not gotten out of bed yet, and my two kittens were playing on the landing just outside my bedroom door. I hear my cousins start to walk up the stairs, and I stayed as quiet as possible. I knew he thought that I wasn't home, because when I am home, he always calls up to me to ask if he can come up. My door was cracked open about a foot, and I see his arm reach in. He says,

Scoop and grabs a kitten. Then I hear about a minute straight of kissy sounds and baby talk. I'm just quietly watching from my bed, trying to not let out a giggle. When he suddenly stops, slow turns, and makes stunned eye contact with me through the crack in my door. When he realized I saw and heard the whole thing, he got embarrassed and said, Oh, I, uh, saw them running around up here and thought that I'd come play with them. I laughed and said that it was totally fine, but he retreated back downstairs and put his tough guy persona back on. Then two and a half months later, O.P. Posted an update.

A couple of months ago, I went on a family vacation, so my roommate took care of of my cats while I was gone. During that week, he accidentally started a new routine with them. Each time he'd fill their bowls, he'd stand there and give them pets and scratches while they ate. After a couple of days, they decided that that is now a requirement. Only with him, though, they don't make me do this. Now, every day when he gets home, they run to the door to excitedly greet him and then run to their food bowls. They'll sit there and yell at him until he goes over to give them pets while they eat. The funniest part of this is that they free feed.

I just keep their bowls full so they can eat whenever they're hungry. Even though they have constant access to food, they'll wait for him to get home from work to have dinner so that he can give them scratches. So sweet. Well, you know, if I could choose between eating a meal by myself versus eating a meal while also getting a luxurious massage, I'd probably pick the massage too.

Our next Reddit post is from R-slash anti-work. I gave my two weeks notice last Tuesday. I handed the letter directly to my manager, had a brief conversation about transition plans, and I thought that was that. Now, she's acting like it never happened. She's still assigning me projects for the next month, still scheduling me for meetings three weeks out. Yesterday, she asked me to order business cards with my name on them. When I remind her I'm leaving, she just said, we'll see about that, and walked away. I work in accounts payable for a small company. It's not like I'm some irreplaceable genius. Literally anyone can be trained to process invoices. But she keeps saying things like, you can't just abandon us during busy season. And we

invested so much in training you. Training me to use QuickBooks two years ago. Today, she scheduled me for a performance review next month. When I said I wouldn't be here, she looked genuinely confused and said, what are you talking about? You never said anything about. leaving? I have the letter. I took a photo of myself handing it to her, but she's completely in denial. I'm starting my new job Monday whether she accepts my resignation or not. I'm just wondering if anyone's dealt with this level of delusion before. Do I need to send another letter, email HR, or just stop showing up after Friday and let her figure it out? This is so bizarre. I've never had a boss just refused to acknowledge reality like that. Then, 16 hours later, O.P. Post

in an update. I sent a follow-up email to HR and C-C'd my boss and her manager with a copy of my resignation letter and a photo that I took of myself handing it to her. I also included screenshots with timestamps like some of you suggested. I got a call from HR within an hour. Turns out, this isn't the first time she pulled this stunt. Apparently, she did the same thing to someone else last year. They're handling it internally and confirmed my last day as Friday as originally planned. My boss finally acknowledged my resignation today, though she acted like she was doing me a huge favor by accepting it. Whatever, I'm out of here in two days and starting fresh somewhere that actually operates in reality. Down in the comments, Exo Kelly says exactly what I was

wondering. I can't imagine what the working environment was like that forced OP to preemptively take a photo of themselves handing in their resignation. Not once in my 15 years of working has it crossed my mind that I would need this type of backup. Yeah, same. My first thought was that's so unusual that maybe this is standard operating procedure in some other country, you know, like maybe in, who knows, maybe in Portugal or wherever, everyone takes a picture of themselves handing in their resignation. But nope, just a run in the mill, crazy boss. That was our slash best of Redditor updates. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.