Honey, They Did It Again: The Story of a Sassy Young Man Buried Under His Parent’s Baby Avalanche
Grab your popcorn and prepare for a tale of teenage turmoil, where a young man finds himself wrestling with the news that his perpetually expanding family is about to get even bigger. Yes, folks, we’re talking about a real-life Reddit post from a 16-year-old named Alvin who’s navigating a veritable baby boom in his already cramped household.
The Pregnancy Announcement That Broke the Camel’s Back
Alvin is the eldest of a sprawling brood of seven children. Let’s roll call: there’s Alvin, Cayla (13), Robin (12), Sam (10), Laci (8), Zoe (6), and little Robbie (4). Living in a household already bursting at the seams, Alvin always thought Robbie would be the final entry in this series. His parents had declared themselves done with expanding the family after child number seven. Now doesn’t that sound like a perfectly reasonable place to stop?
Apparently not!
Come Monday, Alvin’s parents gave him and his siblings the news: another baby was on the way. Alvin, as you might expect, was not clapping with glee. Nope, our young protagonist let out a big, resounding “not again” and even shed a few tears. From there, chaos ensued. Mom and Dad were livid. They accused Alvin of having a bad attitude and urged him to put on his positivity pants to make things work out.
Excuse me while I grab my monocle to examine this hot mess a little closer.
When Is Enough, Enough?
Alvin’s situation is like a sitcom with fewer laughs and more tears. He’s working since he was 13 (*yikes*) just to afford basic things he needs like a laptop for school. His parents promise that with Robbie, they’d hit the brakes on baby-making and get the family’s finances back on track. Apparently, promises are just suggestions in this family.
What’s worse is that Alvin shouldering a lot of the burden at home. He’s babysitting, cleaning, and taking on multiple roles just to keep the household running. Meanwhile, his parents are enthusiastic about their “accident” baby because, hey, who doesn’t love a surprise bundle of joy in an already financially chaotic life?
The Responsibility That Feels Like a Raging River
Alvin’s outburst isn’t just teenage rebellion. This kid is drowning in responsibilities that are unfairly hoisted upon him. And let’s face it, for Alvin, his family doesn’t feel like a loving support system—a delightful safety net. Instead, they feel like a ball and chain shackling him to a future of constant worry and economic instability.
Alvin’s words were icy cold when he said this family felt more like a burden than a blessing, but honey, those words carried the heat of a thousand suns’ truth. He’s rightfully petrified about what happens if the laptop he worked so hard to get breaks down and he can’t afford to replace it. Or even worse, what if the family’s food supply is threatened financially? It’s no wonder Alvin feels trapped.
Accident or Recklessness?
Now let’s talk about the notion of “accidents.” Alvin’s parents called this new pregnancy an accident, but seems they’ve not been particularly diligent in avoiding such “accidents.” If you ask me, it’s a bit like ignoring a stop sign and crashing into a donut stand: predictable and avoidable. For a family struggling to make ends meet, this kind of crestfallen optimism feels naïve at best and utterly reckless at worst.
I’m genuinely floored by the parents’ laissez-faire approach to parenting and financial management. They’re putting undue stress on a 16-year-old who’s just trying to wrangle some semblance of a future for himself. Alvin doesn’t need another sibling adding weight to his Atlas-level household. Honey, what he needs is a break, a breather, a moment to think about his own culinary dreams!
Roger’s Inimitable Wisdom
Alvin, darling, you’re NTA (Not The A**hole). You’re a teenager who’s been thrust into an adult role, and you’ve expressed feelings born of sheer exhaustion and frustration. Anyone in your shoes might snap when confronted with another curveball that shakes the delicate balance you’ve worked so hard to maintain.
And to Alvin’s parents, Roger’s got a sassy nugget of truth for you: Stop strapping your eldest with burdens that aren’t his to carry. Reckless procreation is not a sustainable family plan. Take stock of your current reality and get your financial house in order before offering the stork a limitless residency.
In conclusion, Alvin’s outburst was a reality check that maybe, just maybe, needs to be heard amidst the goo-goo-ga-ga of yet another infant. And Alvin, keep dreaming about that culinary future. You deserve more than a house of cards built on false promises.
Original story
My parents have 7 kids. There’s me (16m), Cayla (13f), Robin (12m), Sam (10m), Laci (8f), Zoe (6f) and Robbie (4m).
They only ever intended to have two kids and even with me and Cayla alone, they’d still struggle. My parents don’t have great jobs.
We never had much space in our house to begin with and now we’re all crammed in. I started working at 13 to get money so I could pay for stuff I needed, like a laptop, which I didn’t have access to when my school first shut down.
We didn’t even have internet then. My parents swore they were done with Robbie and they’d get us back on track and that I wouldn’t need to work just to pay for stuff I needed for school.
The weight of being the oldest is already a lot and I have paid for stuff before. I babysit so my parents can work nights or get a break.
I take care of the house most days so they can focus on earning money. But it’s a lot and we’re really too big of a family for what we can actually afford.
My parents get help from the government but it doesn’t go far because they’re not good with money or with buying groceries.
When no baby came right after Robbie I thought they were serious and I started to think about my future. I’d love to learn to cook better and work in a restaurant.
Not college exactly because we could never afford it and my grades aren’t good enough but something.
Then Monday my parents sat us down and told us they’re having another baby and mom is like 14 weeks pregnant. They knew for 7 weeks and didn’t want to tell us until they were ready.
My siblings were mostly surprised but me? I said not again.
I think I even cried a little which caught me off guard because I’m not a crier usually. This was apparently enough to break me though.
My parents got so angry at me and told me to check my attitude. I told them they gave me this attitude by being so reckless and putting so much on me and now they’ve broken their promise and we’re going to struggle even more than before.
They told me to stop acting like they’re doing something to me, that accidents happen and they’d never abort, even if they could. They told me to focus on making things okay and less on being so negative.
I know people say that having money isn’t as important as long as you have a loving family and maybe that’s true for some people. But mine feel like a weight I have to carry and not something I’m blessed with.
They’re a responsibility on me, a burden really. And maybe that’s awful to say but it’s how I really feel.
I hate worrying about what’ll happen if they can’t afford the bills or if my laptop breaks and I can’t afford to fix it or get a new one. Or what if we can’t afford food or we can but I have to pay for groceries instead of save.
AITA?