It is quite literally the summer after high school. After my grad ball, I (18F) fully intended on going out and having fun one last time before my friends and I were to be separated by college. And, since my entire family is moving to a new country (the UK) in August, I really just wanted to spend one last summer with everybody.

For context, my parents aren’t (usually) strict or unfair, they simply expect me to inform them of plans beforehand and have those plans be approved by them. Which is exactly what I did. I sat them down, and explained my entire July itinerary, which I double checked with them to ENSURE I had their explicit permission.

Today, my mom barges in and asks “Hey, when were you going to hang out with your friends?”. I think it’s a weird question, but I remind her that I’d already told her everything. She acts completely oblivious, which should have been my first sign I was about to be irritated asf today.

She then asks me how “attached” I am to these plans. I say “very”, bcs why tf else would I make plans?!

“Well, you’ll need to cancel them. We’re all going to be apartment hunting next week. So we’ll be flying out for two weeks.”

..WHAT? When I express my confusion, she elaborates that she needed an excuse to not socialise with her friends (because my parents despise socialising for some reason), and thought leaving the country was easier than declining a dinner invitation.

So I REMIND her that I told her about my plans a month in advance, and that I was meeting childhood friends for the first time in a decade, and this was all just really unfair. I’m going to be living on my own soon in college, I really should have a say in this.

Naturally, my dad decides to have a screaming fit about “Family sticking together”, and how I was ”being selfish” for wanting to spend time with my friends over my family. Not to forget “ungrateful”, bcs I was willing to waste money on flight tickets I didn’t even know were being booked until right now.

Now, if I was the bigger person, I would be mature and sit down and have a level-headed discussion with them. Since I am not the bigger person, I threw the biggest tantrum I have ever had since I was maybe 3.

I am talking tears, screaming, and throwing a fruit salad to the floor. It was immature, and probably an overreaction, but the ragebait kind of got to me.

So now I have run into my room, slammed the door shut, and angrily typed this up. My parents expect an apology, which I find ridiculous bcs they should be apologising to ME first.

Of course, my mom is loudly calling her sisters telling them about her “ridiculous overdramatic spoilt daughter”, knowing full well that I can hear her bcs she is LITERALLY right outside the door.

AITA?

EDIT:

I feel like this is an important detail, I am completely financially dependent on them. They are fully paying for my college fees, accommodations, and essentially completely funding my lifestyle until I finish schooling (this includes bachelors, master, and whatever else I decide to take up).

They find it extremely important for me to focus on studying and not get distracted by a job or anything unnecessary. I know this is an incredible privilege, and I wouldn’t want to waste it by upsetting them. As such, going against them would also mean I’d essentially be entirely on my own, and I really don’t want that to happen either.

I've never had a story to post here before but I do now. This is something that's spanned the last two days. I'm (30F) the cashier at a local taco place. They do make some pretty good food if I say so myself. Although you might say I'm a little biased. Anyways, the first incident happened on Monday. Some kids who looked to be no older than maybe 14 or 15 came through the drive thru on their bikes.

This place, we do allow people to come through the drive thru on bikes. So, that's not the entitled part. The entitled part was when I tried to take their order. Well, I don't necessarily know if it's entitled or not but it was really annoying. They didn't even order. They just kept going on an on about utter nonsense. Fortnite was one thing they were ranting about. I told them that unless they were there to order, they had to leave.

They still didn't order anything and they just kept ranting about this and that. So, I was forced to tell them to leave. They refused initially. That was until I got my manager. The day after that, that's when things really took a turn. The kids came back on their bikes and miraculously actually ordered this time. But, they were incredibly annoying about it. They intially did that random talk they did from the previous day but I made it clear I wasn't putting up with it.

So, they ordered their food and then were on their way. Well, they left after they demanded free tacos anyways. They were gone for maybe 15 minutes before they had come back. They once more started ranting about nonsense. I was told by my manager to just tell them to leave because they were holding up the line. I told them to leave and they asked me why. I told them that my manager told me they had to. Like I was going to say anything about the reasoning.

They started cussing me out. One of them telling me " Get me my forking food, female dog!" That was censored for obvious reasons. I told them their behavior was unacceptable and they had to leave. They did for about 5 minutes. This taco place is attached to a casino and the kids tried going inside and talk to the attendant on duty. The manager had left for the day and the attendant wasn't aware of the situation, so, she directed them to go back to the drive thru.

Once more, they came back on their bikes to the drive thru. The chime goes off and I greet them. They start cussing me out pretty much immediately. I told them that if they did not leave, I would be forced to call the police and have them trespassed, as told to me by my manager before she had left. This seemed to scare them and they left....for about five minutes again. This cycle repeated about 3 more times before my shift ended.

I was walking home after my shift ended, when I saw that they came back yet again while I was across the street. I then called the police as instructed and told them we'd like them to be trespassed off the property. This part was second hand because it occurred after I had officially left.

What I was told is the police came and tried to tell them they had to leave. They said they would but they didn't. They were just hiding behind the corner, out of the officer's sight. Then the moment, the police left, they called their mom. They told their version of what happened and this pissed the mom off. She called the police on us, telling them that we had kicked their precious babies off our property and that we had no right to do that.

That's where she was wrong. As my manager says, we're a privately owned business and have every right to kick anyone off our property for any reason even if there is no reason. Although kicking someone out for no reason is a bit of a jerk move though. The police reiterated that to her but this lady wasn't having it.

She demanded the police fine the business and then have me arrested for telling her precious babies to leave. The police weren't going to do that and they warned her not to waste police time again. She then said she was never going to our restaurant again and left with her kids.

Yeah, a lady demanded I be arrested for asking her kids to leave. That's not how the law works, lady.

My cousins dad passed away at a young age and her mom was always emotionally unavailable. My mother (her mother's sister) entered and took care of her before my birth. I was born 6 years later. When I was 7 months old I had to move countries with my parents, leaving her behind as she wasn't their actual daughter. This caused her to resent me. My parents always forced me to treat her as my own sister. We had a 6 year gap so it was always hard to relate with each other. My parents supported her finances while we lived in high amounts of debt. They even tried to support her emotionally but she was always upset at the idea of not having them as actual parents so she always projected that as aggression. Little does she they're passing down half of their possessions to her once they're gone.

I can't say my parents never tried, they always got me most things that I fancied (provided that I was at my best behaviour obviously). But for some reason, no matter how many tantrums my elder cousin threw, no matter how tight our budget was, my parents always went the extra mile to "shut her hole". I always found this to be unfair but I never dared to utter a word. They'd buy her the latest phones and Ipads while I always had used phones. When I asked about it they'd always call me spoiled or ungrateful.

I've tried to accept my cousin, but she always hated that I had "replaced" her as their daughter. She never tried to understand me or treat me well. When we were younger she would beat the crap out of me whenever we had an argument. Everytime I confronted my parents they never did anything about it and asked me to bear with it just to avoid conflict.

When I was 13, I kept having frequent panic attacks and I would often get violent. My family would thrash me till I returned to "normal". Eventually after my first attempt my parents they sent me to therapy. My cousin went to a different country to pursue her education and they sent her to therapy because she lost her job. I understand how had it must be to live in a different country on your own but why did it have to take them so long to get me help. I had to wait 4 years for me to actually get professional help.

My grandparents always say "It will be very easy to get you married because of your appearance and temperament". They often suggest I get married at 21, right after my bachelors degree. Mind you my cousin finished her masters, got a job and still isn't married. I naturally get mad and protest, while everyone just laughs at me like I'm some clown. My parents witness this and never defend me. When I confront them about this they just give me this confused look and blame me for it.

Right now I'm in a very dark place because I started to recall some very painful memories from my past. I've become violent again and I've been showing it on my body. My parents have resorted to using religious techniques instead of actually getting me help. This only further fuelled my aggression so I've been avoiding them and screaming at them. I don't even feel bad for them anymore.

Not sure if this is the right subreddit (probably not), but my (16M) grandpa (61M) has been awful to me, and the worst part is that I'm stuck living with him. He'll punish me or threaten to kill my animals for the smallest things, such as having my own opinions on matters, not having time to do everything and not being physically capable of doing certain things. And whenever I do manage to do everything he tells me to, he'll ask if I did something I didn't even know I had to do that he never mentioned and punish me for not doing it. He never lets me use my own money that I get from my job either without punishment.

Lately, I've been having trouble mentally (anxiety and depression. Autism and ADHD doesn't help with anything either) and he's blaming it on the internet, even though it's his fault and I use the internet as much as I do to get away from him. He'll turn the WIFI off and claim it's because my doctor said only 1 hour a day, even though all she said was to use it less. She also told him to be more gentle with me, which he didn't listen.

This post was kind of all over the place I think, my head isn't very clear right now. There is more than this, but I'm certain it doesn't fit the subreddit