Sweet Revenge: The Great Cake Heist Drama
Folks, have you ever spent hours creating something magnificent only to have it unceremoniously devoured by the very people who swore up and down they’d leave it alone? Buckle up, because we’re diving headfirst into a slice of life based on a juicy Reddit post you won’t believe is real – but oh, it is! Spoiler alert: there’s cake.
The Cake That Launched a Thousand Yells
Our protagonist, an 18-year-old cake virtuoso (henceforth known as Cake Queen), lives with her family: a dad who has a flare for drama (50m), a mom with a low tolerance for whining (49f), and a brother whose sticky little fingers are the stuff of sugar-induced nightmares (10m). Cake Queen, being the perfect girlfriend, decided to bake a cake for her boyfriend (18m). Not just any cake, mind you, but the pièce de résistance of her budding baking career.
The cake was a masterpiece, the kind of creation that could make even the most hardened of hearts swoon. So naturally, Cake Queen told her family to stay away from it, with the express instruction to ask her if they wanted a slice. Simple enough, right? Wrong.
The Plot Thickens (Like frosting)
After presenting her edible Mona Lisa to her boyfriend and basking in the glory of his love and appreciation, Cake Queen returned home to safeguard what remained of the cake. She continued her vigilant no-touching policy, reinforcing it with the family and trusting them to do the right thing. Ah, sweet, naive Cake Queen.
One fateful day, she decided to spend some quality time at her boyfriend’s house. Meanwhile, back at the homestead, the cake lay defenseless in the kitchen, fully exposed to the ravenous wolves she called family. Fast forward to her return – and the horror of discovering a massive chunk missing, specifically from the part with her boyfriend’s name on it. If there was ever a crime so heinous, the annals of dessert injustice would list this at the very top.
The Great Confrontation
At this point, Cake Queen’s patience was thinner than her mom’s understanding. She confronted her brother and dad, hoping for some semblance of understanding. Her brother, in all his ten-year-old glory, announces that not only did he eat it – he licked the frosting off. Licked. The. Frosting.
Her dad, instead of apologizing, takes the high road to Defenseville and declares it was her fault for not taking it to her boyfriend’s house. I mean sure, why not blame the victim here?
Cake Queen, understandably fuming, stands her ground, prompting Dad to revert to that good old-fashioned parental strategy of yelling. Yell first, think later. Brilliant. Mom barges in, deciphering the situation in record time (with an impressive lack of empathy, might I add), and sides with the boys. According to her, Cake Queen is overreacting and clearly choosing her boyfriend over her family. Yep, that’s the real crime here.
Roger’s Slice of Sass
Alright, let’s talk real for a second. Cake Queen, you are not the a-hole here. The audacity to label you rude and selfish for wanting a slice of sanity in your chaotic family? Ha! If you told them to ask first and still shared, you’re practically the Mother Theresa of baked goods.
Let’s dissect Dad’s logic, shall we? Blaming you for not leaving the cake at your boyfriend’s place? Next, they’ll blame you for global warming because you drove a car once. And let’s not even get started on Mom, who shrieked melodrama faster than Gordon Ramsay can yell ‘raw!’
No, darling, you had every right to be upset. Food boundaries are sacred, and licking frosting off a cake you didn’t make is borderline sacrilege. The fact that they dismissed your feelings makes them the real dough-heads in this situation.
Final Crumbs
So, here’s my parting advice, Cake Queen: continue baking, because you’re clearly fabulous at it. As for your family, send them a detailed email with cake etiquette guidelines (with illustrations) and maybe a tutorial on respecting boundaries. If they still don’t get it, might be time to invest in a cake-safe with an alarm. Stay sweet, and remember: frosting thieves never prosper.
Original story
I (18f) live with my dad(50m), mom(49f), and brother(10m). for context I spent hours making a cake for my Boyfriend(18m) as a present.
It was the best cake I have ever made and i was extremely proud of it. when I made it i told my family to not eat it, and to ask me if they wanted some.
i mentioned it multiple times and they all agreed and promised they wouldn’t. this was a very important cake to me and since it was technically my boyfriends i didn’t want them eating it without permission.
when i gave my boyfriend the cake he loved it and it was a really nice moment. fast forward to today( a day later ) i was still telling them to not eat it.
i had decided to go to my boyfriends house and hang out there today, i trusted my family to leave the cake alone as they new how much it meant to me and they told me they would leave it alone. me and my boyfriend had a good day but when i had gotten home i realized a whole chunk of the cake was gone.
i got upset because the part they had eaten was the part with his name( that was the part i specifically saved for him )
i went to my brother and dad and i asked them if they had eaten it and my brother told me that he had LICKED the frosting of of part of it. so basically the cake part was just thrown away or someone else ate it.
i got upset and said that he should have asked me, but my dad got defensive and said that it was my fault for keeping it here and if it was my boyfriends i should have taken it to his house. i said that i was just mad because i had told them specifically to ask me and they still didn’t listen.
he started yelling at me and calling me rude and selfish and saying i was being over dramatic. i told him i wasn’t and that i was allowed to be upset, but then my mom yelled at me and was asking what was going on and when i told her she said it was stupid and i was being over dramatic and said i was choosing my boyfriend over my family.
i feel like they should have understood why i was upset and not have eaten it without asking in the first place but i don’t know AITA?
Edit: this is not a fake story and like i stated previously i had told them to at least ask me beforehand. i was not telling them that they cant have any i was telling them to ask me first because it was not their cake.