There are favors you do for family, and then there are hostage situations. We all know the drill. Your sibling needs a ride to the airport, or a cup of sugar, or to borrow a dress. You do it, because you’re family. But one woman on Reddit is learning the hard way that “Can I borrow this for an hour?” is apparently code for “I am now the captain of this vehicle, and you will never see it again.”
Our story starts with a 30-something woman in Spokane, just trying to live her life and work from home. Her younger sister, Maya, texts her on Sunday. Maya’s car is in the shop. Can she please borrow her sister’s car? She just needs to “run to the store real quick.” An “hour tops.”
The narrator, being a good sister, says “fine whatever.” Maya picks up the keys around 2 PM on Sunday.
Come Wednesday, she still had the car.
This isn’t just a simple case of “I lost track of time.” This is a three-day, multi-part saga of the most flimsy, disrespectful excuses I have ever heard in my life. And the narrator, understandably, is at her wit’s end.
Let’s just follow this journey, shall we? The “one hour” to the store on Sunday magically turns into a “friend invited her to dinner across town” that night. Okay, fine. Annoying, but a classic sibling move.
Then Monday morning rolls around. The car is still gone. The new excuse? Her carpool buddy “called in sick” and she needs it to get to work. Our narrator is annoyed, but what can she do? She works from home, a fact her sister is clearly weaponizing against her. Maya promises to drop it off Tuesday morning.
Tuesday morning comes. And goes. No car. No text. The narrator has to chase her down. Maya’s response? “omg sorry I forgot.” You… forgot? You forgot you are in possession of a 2,000-pound piece of machinery that does not belong to you?
But the excuses aren’t done. Now she has “errands to run after work” but promises to “bring it tonight for sure.” Tuesday night comes. No car. The narrator calls. Maya doesn’t answer. She texts back an hour later, from her boyfriend’s house, saying she’s “tired” and will bring it back Wednesday.
This brings us to Wednesday. The car is still gone. And when the narrator asks again when she can expect to have her property returned, Maya gives her a “probably after work, like 6ish?” A question mark! As if it’s a casual suggestion, not a long-overdue demand.
The narrator, who is a human being with her own life, has finally had enough. She has a dentist appointment. She has groceries to get. She tells her sister, in no uncertain terms, “I need it back tonight, no excuses.”
And this is where the sister’s entitlement reaches its final, glorious form. She gets defensive. She accuses the owner of the car of being “pushy.” And then, the line that sent me into orbit: “it’s not like you’re even using it.”
I am screaming. The only, the singular reason she is “not even using it” is because YOU HAVE IT. This is a level of gaslighting so profound, it’s almost impressive.
To make this whole f*cking dumpster fire complete, their mom gets involved. And who does she side with? The responsible adult? Or the joyriding car thief? She sides with the thief, of course! She tells the narrator she’s “overreacting” and that “siblings share.”
This is not “sharing,” Mom. This is “grand theft auto, lite.” Sharing is when you ask and then return. Taking is when you lie, ignore calls, and then make the owner feel guilty for needing their own car back.
So, is the narrator “crazy” for being pi**ed? Absolutely not. She is the only sane person in this story. She is not overreacting. She is being disrespected, gaslit, and taken advantage of by her entire family. NTA, girl. Go get your car.
f your sister and your mum !! tell your mother she can go ahead and give her daughter her car and you can tell your sister now that she blew it and you won’t be lending over the car again sometimes there has to be consequences because she took advantage