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QUORA - I need help and this is your chance - there’s 100% agreement on “who” said both (yes, I’m the guilty party). However, in 30+ years, the “craziest” family dinner thing remains unsettled.If you would vote, A or B, in a comment - my long-suffering parents may stop telling these horrible, crazy stories and saying “would YOUR daughter DO that?” - if not for them, do it for me.Craziest Thing A - Family Dinner, 1994Backstory: I’d been gone almost 2 years, trying a lawsuit in South Texas - 6 months into trial, I went jogging, inhaled a massive dose of pesticides, and died. Obviously, not for good, but it was a near thing - thanks Subway guy and paramedic team!The firm made a call, but missed Mom and Dad (managing partner, idiot, worried I’d sue) - I beat him to the punch. “Nah, no biggie - I’m fine” and that was it. I NEVER intended to say another word.Trial ends, I get back and my parents are very excited about our first family dinner. Mom wants to cook at home, and spend a quiet night together (Ha!) - so I show up around 6.Turns out, pesticide poisoning really isn’t good for you - I’d lost weight, developed all kinds of infections - sinuses, ears, kidneys, etc., food allergies and sensitivities, so on and so forth. My excuse, trial is hell - I’ll take it easy, stop worrying.The week before, I’d seen 4 or 5 specialists - blood, kidney, immunology, etc. and the results were due back soon. Of course, my parents were listed as my “emergency contact.” No one EVER calls emergency contact numbers - do they?Growing up, my parents DID NOT interrupt dinner to answer the phone - basic reason, if it was important, they’d call back. THAT night, Mom decided to change the rule - AND - the fatigued, stressed, incompetent (?) on-call nurse who can’t reach me at home, decides it’s an “emergency” and THAT’s who’s on the phone.Does the nurse WAIT or ASK who answered? - No, she dives right in and tells MOM my test results. Apparently, I need to go to the hospital, right NOW - do NOT pass go or collect $200. Granted, I’d lost 1/3 of my right kidney function, so treatment was in order - but the timing sucked.To her credit, Mom sat down calmly, looked over - then screamed “Please, tell us WTF IS GOING ON?”NO child should tell ANY parent over dinner - about their fairly-recent DEATH. It’s worse if the parents are scientists - who ask LOTS of questions. The child goes through ALL the gory details - more than once.That set the crazy-level bar pretty high - maybe I beat it, just read for yourself, I don’t know anymore.Craziest Thing B - Thanksgiving Dinner, 1998High-school, college, law school, 6 years practicing law - I’m 30 years old, dated quite a few guys, but only 1 who lasted over a year, 2 days over. Frankly, I worked ridiculous hours - can’t blame the guys, I was never there.Then, I meet an accountant/expert witness - perfect! We both have nutty schedules, let the relationship start! Mom and Dad HATE him - with good reason. He hid it the first year, but he was a raging alcoholic, with “issues” (drafted, Vietnam, before PTSD was a “thing”), and, once we “settled in” he engaged in some truly dickish, disrespectful behavior toward me.Well, busy, lazy, scared, whatever I was - I stuck it out 4 years, until he did something so bizarre it finally sent me running. YAY! Mom, Dad, friends, everybody’s thrilled by the break-up. Mom and Dad were hosting Thanksgiving Dinner that year - a couple weeks before Mom asked if I was bringing someone. Nope, I’m not a +1.I’ve got an office-share deal with a client - the week before Thanksgiving, the securities lawyer who did their IPO drops in for a surprise visit. I’m the only one with time for lunch, so we go next door. I tell the “goat joke” (don’t ask), he asks me out to dinner. When dinner’s over, he asks me to lunch the next day. OK, sure.At the end of lunch, he asks me to MARRY him. Obviously, this guy’s nuts, but I didn’t want to seem rude - I said “Well, I’ve never done that so, why not?” I said he was “visiting” - yeah, from Switzerland - he’d moved there a year ago.I call Mom and tell her I’m bringing “someone” I met to Thanksgiving. “That’s nice dear, see you soon.” He INSISTS we go buy an engagement ring, so I can wear it to dinner.This wasn’t just “a” family dinner, it was 30+ family and friends. All of them knew me, asked Mom continuously, year after year - is Rachel EVER getting married, having kids …..At that point, I’m 35, single (as far as they know), and there’s nothing on the horizon. Frankly, I’d met lots of unhappily married lawyers - my thought was - thank you, no. To this day, I have no idea WTF I was thinking at the time.He wanted a “big” engagement ring, my hands are tiny, and I talked him down to something more reasonable (weird, but true). Regardless, it was shiny, bright, and not small - on that finger, Mom’s friends would spot it in a New York MINUTE.So, we wait, and arrive late - just as people start sitting down to dinner. I give Mom and Dad the “high” sign, walk them into the office, and introduce them to J. To be more specific, I said - “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet J - he’s a securities lawyer - we got engaged Friday - he lives in Switzerland, I’m going over at Christmas and we’ll figure it out from there.”Total, absolute silence - they both had that “no one’s home” look and the next couple minutes “seemed” like forever. “Dinner’s getting cold - come eat!” - from the peanut gallery. It kind of snapped them out of the shock trauma.Then, Mom and Dad had to walk in, announce the “good news,” and explain we went from lunch to engagement in 48 hours. Someone asked where the “happy couple” would live - silence descended with THAT interesting, bizarre tidbit.The marriage lasted 15 years - not too shabby all things considered. But every Thanksgiving since, I get that “look” - I’m the girl who made Turkey Day Hell on Earth.Really, would YOUR daughter DO that?I’m done and I feel much better - if you read this far, thanks I owe you one. I certainly owe my parents a couple.

I live in Canada and if you have contributed anything towards food, rent or utilities it is considered that you and her have a “rental agreement” and she would have to give you an eviction notice.The police won’t usually get involved in a family dispute like this unless you are breaking the law or being violent. Verbal threats, and emotional abuse are considered domestic abuse even if you are mother and daughter and are a chargeable offense.You don't give any back ground as to why she wants you out. Are you working? Do you contribute to the household expenses? Are you respectful of her space and time? Do you do your fair share of the cooking and cleaning?You are an adult now and if your mom is single she has done her job raising you to adulthood. From this point forward she doesn't “owe” you anything.I doubt she is calling the police to have you removed unless you are doing something that makes her angry and feel disrespected and used. ( you may not agree with her but if that is the way she feels, that's the way she feels) you have a choice; you either abide by her wishes, try to calmly come to a compromise or move out and get your own place where you can make your own rules.

I am a former CPS investigator of 15 yrs I retired in 2015 to raise my daughter. I have had several clients lose their children by termination and one in particularly unjustly done so. Mom had her child removed because she tested positive for pain meds and her baby did at birth. Child was given to the father. Mother completed all her programs, was appropriate during supervised visits and very attentive towards her son’s need because he wound up having sever autism which the father denied. We tested him and he scored high on the spectrum, he stopped talking at 18 months, was textile touching, never made eye contact, didn’t respond to his name and was not affected by loud noises. Mom insisted he start early intervention with the agreement of CPS and dad refused. Mom was doing everything right. We tried to get dad on night neglect for not putting him in early intervention but finally agreed when he learned charges would be brought. A year went by an mom completed everything and was getting 6 hrs a week visitation, during visitation she worked on his projects given to help his autism. She was very attentive. Court came, I was ordered to testify, the judge made a big deal about a visit to Chuck E Cheese where mom put temporary tattoos on his arm which he liked. The judges was pissed. He reamed me a new asshole stating I wasn’t supervising correctly and then went on to degrade mom by stating her drug use caused his autism and she should hate herself for doing that to her son (mind you pain meds & heroin use are not linked in anyway to autism) his autism was genetic, it ran on the fathers side of the family. The judge immediately terminated her rights with no reason whatsoever. I was devastated. I worked so hard with this mom and child and thought for sure she would have her son returned. I still keep in touch with her to this day, she had another son and moved down south. She misses her son but can’t do anything the ruling was permanent. So sad