Entitled Mum lets her son destroy a hundred year old antique table. I, a 24 year old woman,

previously posted in R slash Child Free, about one of my mother's younger friends, an entitled

mum in her early 40s, who I first knew as carefree and wonderful until she had her first

kids. That child ended up being a complete brat with her mother's

encouragement. But the entitled mom had another child, a son, who's now four years old,

who I kind of liked because he wasn't as intense as his older sibling. As of last night,

that has changed. For context, my mother's greatest joy in life, other than her kids, is

antiquing. She dresses every room in her house very carefully and will stop at every vintage shop

around to find a piece of furniture, sometimes using road trips to find new antique stores

and examine what's inside. I used to hate going with mum to these stores,

but since she took all three of us kids and told us that these used to belong to other people,

I think it gave us an early respect for other people's things. We were never the kids to break stuff

or jump on furniture in our homes or anyone else's, and I'm pretty sure that that contributed to it.

When she was pregnant with my oldest sibling in 1990, Mum found a small circular wooden table

with three curved legs topped with a circle of marble. The shop proprietor told her it was 70 years

old, so she bought it for a song, shined it up and stuck it in her living room, where it

immediately became a staple of our house. The coffee table lasted her through three kids'

college graduations, a move in 2000, and countless family parties and events, still shiny and

looking new and gorgeous. It's as much a part of the family now as any of us kids.

Now to last night.

The entitled Mum's birthday recently occurred.

So, since she'd given Mum a birthday celebration last month,

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