Popular TikToker Kass Theaz, who has over 142,000 followers, recently made headlines when she said she intended to sue her parents for having given birth to her against her will. Her strange statement caught her followers off guard, especially because she is a parent herself.
Theaz spoke to her audience from inside a car in a video that has received over 2.5 million views, and she had a serious expression. “I went clothes shopping for my children, as I mentioned in my last video. A lot of people are shocked to hear that I have children considering I sued my parents for having me without my permission,” she said in her explanation.
“So my parents that I sued, they contributed to conceiving me, and my mother that raised me, she gave birth to me,” she continued, elaborating on her position. I did not give my consent to be here, which is why I filed a lawsuit against them. I had no idea that I would have to become an adult and find employment in order to support myself. Simply put, I didn’t agree to it. I sued them because they made no attempt to get in touch with me before to my birth to inquire about my desire to be here.
Theaz subsequently clarified that everything was meant to be satire, which answered the confusion of some viewers who asked whether she was being serious or humorous. “I thought it was obvious that I was joking,” she clarified. It is funny to me, though. People become agitated over anything. It demonstrates how little thought is given to reactions before behaving.
Theaz used the occasion to discuss her experience as an adopted mom in addition to her humorous assertion that she was suing her parents. “It’s different when you adopt because it’s not my fault that they’re here,” she said, emphasizing that adopting children is a different journey than giving birth to them. I’m merely attempting to be a decent person and support them.
Theaz’s amusing video may have confused some viewers at first, but in the end, it was a fun reminder to verify information and ask questions before acting. Theaz’s distinctive TikTok content keeps her fans entertained and interested.
MY HUSBAND SPENT OUR FAMILY’S SAVINGS FOR A CAR ON A PARIS TRIP FOR HIS MOM — SO I TAUGHT HIM A LESSON ABOUT FINANCES.
The weight of the betrayal settled in my stomach like a cold stone. Three years. Three years of sacrifice, of pinching pennies and foregoing simple pleasures, all for a car that would keep our family safe. And he’d squandered it. On a whim. On a trip to Paris for his mother.
David, bless his oblivious heart, seemed genuinely surprised by my reaction. He’d always been a mama’s boy, and I’d tolerated it, even indulged it, to a point. But this? This was beyond the pale.
“It’s my money too!” he’d protested, his voice rising in that familiar defensive tone. “She deserves it! You can’t put a price on gratitude.”
I’d simply stared at him, my mind reeling. Gratitude? What about gratitude for the sacrifices I’d made, for the countless hours I’d spent juggling work, kids, and household chores? What about gratitude for the safety of our children?
I knew arguing would be futile. He was locked in his own world of justifications, and I wasn’t about to waste my breath. Instead, I retreated, a quiet fury simmering beneath my composed exterior.
Over the next few days, I played the part of the understanding wife. I smiled, nodded, and even helped him pack his mother’s suitcase. I listened patiently as he recounted his mother’s excited phone calls, her plans for sightseeing and shopping.
But beneath the surface, I was plotting. I was determined to teach him a lesson about finances, about responsibility, about the true meaning of family.
First, I contacted his mother. I explained the situation, the crumbling van, the precarious state of our family finances. She was mortified. She’d always been a sensible woman, and she was appalled by her son’s impulsive decision. She offered to pay for the trip herself, but I declined. Instead, I suggested a compromise. She could still go to Paris, but for a shorter period, a weekend getaway rather than a full week. The difference in cost would be returned to our car fund.
Next, I tackled the issue of David’s “my money too” argument. I opened a joint account, separate from our everyday expenses, and deposited the remaining car fund, along with the money his mother had returned. I then created a detailed budget, outlining our household expenses, including the cost of a new (used) car. I presented it to David, highlighting the glaring discrepancy between our needs and his impulsive spending.
I also introduced him to the concept of “family meetings.” Every Sunday, we would sit down together, discuss our finances, and make joint decisions about spending. The kids were included, too, learning about the value of money and the importance of saving.
Finally, I decided to address the issue of his mother’s constant demands. I didn’t want to create a rift between them, but I needed to establish boundaries. I suggested that we set aside a small portion of our budget for gifts and experiences for both our families, to be agreed upon by both of us.
The changes weren’t immediate. David grumbled about the budget, about the “unnecessary” family meetings. But slowly, he began to understand. He started to appreciate the sacrifices I’d made, the careful planning that kept our family afloat. He even started to enjoy the family meetings, seeing them as an opportunity to connect with the kids and make joint decisions.
The day we drove our newly purchased (used) car home, David looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and gratitude. “Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere. “For teaching me.”
I smiled. “We’re a team, David,” I said. “And teams work together.”
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