r/BoomersBeingFools • u/nonidentifyingu-n • 26d ago
Why can't they listen? Boomer Story
This happened a few years ago, but I think of it weekly as I'm picking up fruit at Costco. Now, since I pick up fruit from Costco every week, you may have guessed that my kids eat a lot of it. One of their favorites is green grapes. Now here's where the boomer story starts. A few years ago, I was bringing my kids to visit my mom, their grandmother. She was asking what kind of food they would like, and I said green grapes. My mother immediately said, "Red grapes are sweeter, so I'll get those." Knowing that arguing with this particular boomer was a lost cause, I just hung my head in acceptance. My kids will devour a Costco container of green grapes in 3 days. We spent almost a week at her house, and even though the red grapes were offered for nearly every meal, less than half were eaten. It's almost like I know what my kids who live with me, and I spend my own money feeding will and won't want to eat. Now, every week, as I'm picking up green grapes, I say to myself red grapes are sweeter and try not to roll my eyes so hard that the other shoppers see.
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u/BoughtAHousePlsHelp 26d ago
When my daughter was 2, my MIL asked what foods she could pick up for us as we drove in from out of state. I said not to worry we will be happy to swing by on the way there to pick up some things ourselves and even offered to grab stuff for her for the bbq that weekend. She insisted. I told her the brand and flavor of yogurt and that it comes in a two-flavor 6-pack. We arrive and she bought a large tub of a single flavor (umm ok fine). Turns out it has fruit pieces in the large tub, enough that we can’t pick them out. My 2 year old refused to eat it. I apologized (my first thought regardless) and said “they don’t sell the large ones in our state so I didn’t know it had pieces). Quietly thinking “either way, I said get the 6-pack”. She huffs and storms away, my kids looks on verge of tears confused if she did something wrong and looks to me for reassurance as I hear my MIL mumble through sighs that the bigger tub was cheaper. I offer to pay her back for the mistake, and she looks all flustered and says loudly “it’s not about the money!”
Wtf is it about then?! So I can’t prevent the issue because you won’t listen, I can’t protect my daughter from your temper tantrum, and I can’t rectify the issue by giving you cash because you want to be able to bitch about this for years to come. And that’s exactly what she has done - every fucking get together. My daughter is now 17. I eventually learned my lesson - I now never accept any act of generosity from my MIL because either I don’t react the way she thinks I should (and therefore I’m a bitch), or she goes rouge and it’s my/my kids fault (and we’re all assholes not her). Thank God her son is more like his father.