rSlash - r/Relationships Daughter Wants Me to Fund Her Rich Lifestyle

Episode Date: January 15, 2026

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Visit medcan.com slash moments to get started. Welcome to R slash relationships, where O.P.'s daughter expects O.P. to sell literally everything she owns and just give all the money to her daughter. Our next Reddit post is from Ligwat Queen. I'm a 54-year-old female widower. My husband passed away eight years ago. The ranch is what kept me going after he died. We built it together from almost nothing. It took decades of early mornings, busted equipment, droughts, bad years, and choosing work over comfort. That land is the only thing that still feels like home, because every corner of it has him in it. I have one daughter, who's 23. She's married now. For a while after my husband died, we were close. I helped them while they were starting out.

I never charged rent when they stayed over. I watched their dogs when they traveled. I tried to be the kind of mother who supports without controlling. About a year ago, they sat me down for what they called a serious talk. I thought something was wrong. Instead, they asked me to sell. the ranch. Not part of it, not lease it. Sell everything. Their reasoning was that I don't have other kids, no close family left, and that they don't plan on having children. According to them, the money would be better used now so they could travel the world and never have to work again in their lifetime. They said that I could downsize, live simply, and still be comfortable. They framed

it like they were helping me make a smart decision. What hurt wasn't just the request. It was was how casually they dismissed what the ranch meant to me. They talked about it like it was just an asset sitting there waiting to be liquidated. When I said, no, that this places my life's work, and the last thing I have that connects me to my husband, the tone changed. They said I was being selfish, that I was choosing land over my own daughter, that eventually it would be hers anyway, so why not let it benefit them now? My son-in-law chimed in and said that people my age shouldn't be tied down by property. After that conversation, things were never the same. Calls became short.

Visits stopped. I received a final text message from her saying that if I don't support her dreams, then she'll cut contact. Holidays were suddenly complicated. When I tried to talk it through with my son-in-law, he said I'd already made my choice. It's been a year since I've seen them in person. I sit on the porch some nights and wonder how it came to this. I never thought refusing to sell the thing that I worked my whole life for would cost me my relationship with my child. I miss my daughter.

I miss who I thought we were. But every time I imagine signing those papers and watching strangers take over the land my husband and I bled for, I feel like I'd be erasing the last chapter of my life just so someone else can live without responsibility. I don't know if standing my ground makes me stubborn, or if giving in, would break me. All I know is I never expected to be this alone again after already losing my husband. The only people I have left are the people who work for the ranch. They visit me every day and asked me to join them on Christmas and I was invited again for the New Year's Eve next week. I don't think that this agony will end and my heart is in pain. My friend told me that a child may

endure being without a parent, but a parent cannot endure being without their child. And I agree with that. How do I go on? Yo, that line about if you don't support my dreams, I'm going to have to cut you off was making me laugh. Because a typical dream is like, you know, I dream of being an actor, so I'm going to go pursue acting. This woman's dream is for someone else to sell everything they own and just give her all the money. Hey, that guys, that's also my dream. My dream is for everyone listening to this to sell everything they own and empty their bank accounts and just give me all your money. That's my dream.

This sounds so ridiculous. This is nuts. If you don't support my dream of me destroying your life, I'm going to cut you off. Yo, what's going on with this daughter? You know, O.P., the daughter says the ranch is going to end up in her name anyway. That isn't necessarily the case. Keep in mind, you can leave the ranch to whomever you like. Hey, Opie, why don't you leave it to me?

It's also my dream for you to sell everything you own and just give me all the money. So if you don't support my dreams, I'm going to cut you off, Opie. This is just so dumb. This argument is so stupid. Oh, man. Our next Reddit post is from New King Morons. I'm a 38-year-old guy, and I'm a self-employed building surveyor. A week before Christmas, a client got in touch and asked if I could facilitate an urgent job between Christmas and New Year. Having no kids and very little else to do in that period, and with the money being offered being substantial for the rush job, I agreed to two

days' work, today and tomorrow, the 29th and the 30th of December. The client was great, the money was great, and I had no other plans. The work was in London, and I loved. live in the north of England. So I had to stay at hotels, which is the norm for me for my business, staying Sunday night till Tuesday night and traveling back on Wednesday, which was New Year's Eve, to enjoy the festivities. I told my girlfriend, who's 33, about this work that I'd taken on, and she immediately wanted to come with me. I asked why, and she said that we could have a nice break in the capital and spend some time together. I told her this isn't a holiday, it's work, and she's welcome to join me if she can entertain herself, but,

I'm working, so she better not moan about me getting up at 6 a.m. She said that was fine. She could see some friends and go to the markets, the shops, tourist stuff, etc. So I added her name to the hotel room and booked her a train ticket. We traveled yesterday afternoon and got to the hotel, where the first issue arose. It's a budget hotel, part of the large chain that I regularly use, with very basic facilities. She didn't think that it was nice enough for a romantic break. I reminded her this is not a romantic break. And I'm not spending business income on anything I don't need like a swanky hotel room. And the room was booked before she asked to join. She pulled her face a bit, but didn't say anything else about it. I got to my usual work routine, unpacking clothes,

putting tools onto charge, then went to scout the property and nearby amenities. I told her I was off to do this, checked if she needed anything from the shops and hid it out, with her just getting into the shower as I left. When I returned around 6 p.m., she was dressed up in a nice outfit and partway through putting her makeup on. I assumed she made plans with a friend, so I asked her where she was going. She got quite angry at this and snapped at me to put my nice clothes on so we could go out. I pointed out that I hadn't brought any nice clothes and that I wasn't going out as I had worked the next morning. This went down like a lead balloon.

She immediately started crying, saying I'd ruined her plans for a nice meal at some restaurant she had apparently made a reservation for. I again reminded her that I'm not on holiday. I'm up at 6 a.m. And I was doing nothing more than eating, sleeping, and playing some switch too, which aggravated her more. Cue more tears and another complaint about the hotel not being nice enough. I told her she's upset entirely due to her own actions and refusal to listen to me.

And I was not sympathetic to her tears when she unilaterally decided my work trip was our romantic getaway. She locked herself in the bathroom, so I went out and got us some food. By the time I returned, she seemed to have reflected upon everything and apologized to me. She'd gotten changed into her comfortable clothes. We ate, chilled out for a bit of doom scrolling, then watched a film before bed. I set my alarm for the morning and reminded her that I was up at six, then got in bed while she was finishing up in the bathroom. When she comes out of the bathroom, she makes a big thing about me looking at her. Since I literally just got my head on the pillow, I told her whatever it was could

wait till tomorrow and to come to bed. She shouted at me, I've put in all this effort and you're not even going to look. So I reluctantly roll over, grab my glasses, flip the bedside lamp on, and look over to see her in a very sexy maid outfit with all the trimmings. She climbed into bed and immediately started trying to initiate fun times, but I stopped her. Told her, yeah, she looked amazing, but it's nearly midnight. I'm up in a few hours and I need to get some rest. She shouted, well, F you, and locked herself in the bathroom again. I took my glasses off, flicked the light on, and rolled back over to sleep. I'm not exactly sure how long afterwards she got into bed, gave me a hug and said that she was sorry for shouting. I got up the next morning, got showered,

and dressed quietly, then gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, said I love her and was off to work and left. She was in the room when I got back, and I asked if she had had a good day. She said that she'd been shopping, as was evidenced by the various bags scattered around the place. I go get in the shower, and when I come out, she says she's laid out clothes for me. I look on the bed and find a whole brand new outfit, shirt, trousers, and shoes. I told her things, but I was getting into my comfy gear since I'd been in work gear all day, and she snapped, You're not going out in your scruffs? Which caught me off guard, so I asked, why not?

Which led to her informing me that we were going for food and drinks with a friend of hers and the friend's husband. I lost my cool at this point. This was the third time in about 24 hours I reminded her that I'm here for work, not whatever stupid ideas she had in her head. She got upset at me calling her ideas stupid, but I countered with the fact that unilaterally planning romantic ideas on a working trip was incredibly effing stupid, which caused her to start crying. I told her I'm not interested in crocodile tears. She's a full-grown woman who's elected to ignore everything she's been told, make plans for others

they have no interest or capacity in undertaking, and now she's upset because she isn't getting what she wanted. She said that I don't care about her, which I flipped right back, pointing out that she'd literally decided to ignore everything I told her repeatedly. And so she could sulk from now until 2036 if she wants to. But she's entirely at fault for this, and I'm taking no responsibility for her being upset because it's wholly self-inflicted. She was bawling her eyes out at this point, so I got dressed and went out to get food, texting her to let me know if she wanted anything. She immediately replied saying she's going home. I got back to the hotel about 30 minutes ago, and she has, indeed, packed up her stuff and left. I'm now sitting in my hotel room,

picking at the food I got for her, struggling with one simple question. How could I have made it any clearer that my work trip is not our romantic getaway? The comments are mostly taking O.P.'s side, saying that he should break up. I'm personally going to take a bit more of a balanced approach because you're both being way too hardline about this. She's thinking this is a 100% romantic trip, and you're thinking this is a 100% work trip. And I don't understand why you couldn't compromise in the middle, and, you know, work during the day and then in the evenings, at least go out to dinner.

He's still got to eat dinner. So what's wrong with going out to eat dinner at a nice restaurant? And then coming back to the hotel for a sexy maid outfit. Is that really so bad? So I don't know. Seems like you two are pretty incompatible and just kind of not really making each other happy. Our next Reddit post is from Throwaway Coffee Love. I'm a 23-year-old woman, and I've been with my boyfriend, who's 25 for five years now.

and he's been at his current job for a few years. I've never met my boyfriend Jake's co-workers until last night, but there's one in particular, Amy. He sometimes does favors for her, fixing her car, going to her house to fix stuff around her house, etc. And I was never really concerned because he told me all of his coworkers are a lot older than him. However, one night while he was asleep,

his guy friend kept blowing up his phone. So I answered to let him know that Jake was sleeping and so was I, so please stop calling. before I put the phone down, I noticed five unread text notifications from Amy. I guess some of the spam notifications were from her. One of them said, great, Jake, now everyone thinks that we're screwing. This really concerned me. So the next day after Jake got home from work, I asked about it. He said that both him and Amy were late for work that morning, so everybody probably assumed that and that it was just a joke. I thought it was a weirdly unprofessional joke and expressed my discomfort. He invited me

to the bar with him and his coworkers that night, so I could meet Amy and see that it was nothing to worry about. That did not soothe my nerves at all. Turns out Amy is not a lot older than him. She's only three years older and super pretty. The entire night, she was all over him, touching him, leaning on him, putting his arms around him, and even kissed him on the cheek, and he acted like it was normal. They were constantly teasing each other in that middle schooler who doesn't know how to properly flirt yet kind of way. She told me all about how she loves him like a brother and also told me that she's had intercourse with half of their other co-workers and that she got the next morning off work because she sent a coworker nudes to get him to cover for her. Later on, she started crying and sobbing at the bar, actual tears because she's so lonely and wants someone to love her.

and my boyfriend ended up having to comfort her. I'm just unsure of what to do or say. My boyfriend kept acting like this was normal, that he wasn't doing anything wrong by entertaining this behavior. I can't ask him to cut her off. They're on the same unit and they have to work together. I literally don't know what to do about this, but I'm just disgusted knowing this has been going on these years that he's worked with her.

How can I set boundaries when they're forced to be around each other all the time at work? O.P., either they're cheating or they're about to. At bare minimum, she wants to cheat. Seems painfully obvious. Opie, how would you feel if your male co-worker was hanging on to you and kissing you on your cheek and flirting with you? Would you think that's just a platonic relationship? Our next Reddit post is from downtown Narwhal. I'm a 33-year-old woman, and my 32-year-old husband is destroying our lives, and I don't know how to get him to care about it. We've been together for eight years, married for three. Back in January, my husband's work was bought out by another company, and they decided to take any workers with them. There was already a lot of animosity because four of the bosses' five kids worked there and pretty much came and went as they pleased, leaving everyone else to pick up the slack. To make matters worse, shortly before the buyout, his boss accidentally sent a spreadsheet with everyone's pay for that year. And he found out the children of his boss were making three times what everyone else was making,

despite doing the same job. He was extremely hurt by the entire situation and said he wanted a couple of weeks to think over where he wanted to go from here, and he wanted an entirely different career path. I didn't agree, but I went with it on the condition that he started applying for jobs in two weeks, as my pay could only cover rent, insurance, and utilities. I also can't pick up more hours since, A, I'm already full-time at my job, and B, I'm also a full-time student that's technically not supposed to work more than 15, hours a week, and I could be kicked out of my program for working. Months have passed, and he still has no job. He refuses to apply for jobs because it's too stressful. So I've been applying for jobs for him, and when they reach out for an interview, he ignores them. We've run through our savings

and had to start using credit cards for groceries, gas, and other expenses that have popped up. All of our credit cards are officially maxed out, and we have no way to pay them. I thought that might be a wake-up call for him to finally get a job, but it wasn't. I caved and got a second job, so now I'm either working or in school seven days a week from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. I'm exhausted. I've had to stop taking the medication I've been on for 15 years for anxiety and depression because we can't afford the $25 copay. We haven't bought a single Christmas present and have no idea how we're going to. There's days we don't eat because we have no food here and no way to buy food. We're like two months behind on two of the credit cards. Conveniently, the ones in my name, because he still pays his knowing it'll put our bank account in the negative.

My 800 credit score has plummeted to 575. Whenever I try to talk to him about how royally screwed we are, he acts like it's an attack on him. He constantly complains about how boring it is to sit at home 24-7, and then gets mad at me when I want him to go out and do something to get out of the house. But I have to be the reality check and remind him that we have no money to go do things. I've been begging, crying, and pleading for months to get a job, literally any job. But he just won't do it. And I don't know what else to say to him. I don't want to give him an ultimatum and say that I'll leave, but it might come down to it.

How can I get it through his head how serious this situation is? O.P., I don't think you do get it through his head of how serious the situation is. I think you just leave. He's literally dragging you down. He's like a weight that's sinking you underwater, and the only way you can get above water is to cut the tie. What does this guy do all day? Just sit around and watch Netflix?

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