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Being the designated driver means helping everyone get home safely, but it should not mean waiting endlessly while people ignore every promised pickup time.

Now imagine making multiple late-night trips for your family and their friends, only to be left outside while they repeatedly claim they will appear in two minutes. Would you keep waiting or finally drive home?

That is the decision facing one frustrated 20-year-old who leaves the party after hours of delays, only for his furious mother to demand another ride and tell him to move out.

Let’s see how this holiday celebration fell apart.

AITA – left my mother at a party and refused to pick her up (again)

This is, to some extent, unfolding as I type – so bear with me!

Basically, today we are celebrating a national holiday in my country. It is a bank holiday, and it can be expected that most people will be partying/drinking.

We were invited to a get-together at someone’s house—there would be around 15 people there, and I went along with my mother, my stepfather, and a sibling.

It was predetermined that I would be the designated driver, which is why I may be in the wrong.

It all started after his family volunteered him to drive other people home.

We went there at around 1700, and then at around 1900, I left to head home for a little while and get some rest before returning to collect them.

They phoned at around 0000, so I began driving at 0020 and arrived at around 0040.

When they phoned, they informed me I would also be driving some others home as they didn’t have a designated driver—fine.

It turns out it’s a 20-minute journey one way to drop them off, so this turned into a 40-minute round trip. When I arrived there the second time, this time to pick my family up, they told me they would be out in 10 minutes.

Unfortunately, they kept him waiting for a long time, so he left.

At this stage, my patience was short, but I did wait the 10 minutes. Then I called again, and they said they’d be out in 2 minutes. They weren’t. Then again – same answer: they’ll be out in 2 mins, but no.

By this time, I waited for another 5 minutes or so, nobody was picking up or coming out, so I decided to leave.

Along the way home I stopped for fuel in case they’d come out and called on around 5 separate occasions, going to voicemail each time.

When I arrived home, at this stage past 0200, I called a final time. This time, they picked up and said they’d be out in 2 minutes.

I told them they were free to come out, but that I was not there.

His mother is very mad and wants him to move out.

My mother got very angry at this and demanded I drive back to collect them, and that THIS time they’d for sure come out.

I told her I wouldn’t be driving another 20 minutes one way to pick them up, at which, like I said, we got into an argument where I said I was being made into a fool, and she just could not believe I was not coming back.

She then asked me to move out in the morning (I am 20 and taking a gap year, currently living at home)

I’m not sure about the moving out situation as I’m currently dog-sitting two dogs, but we’ll cross that bridge in the morning.

AITA?

Yikes! Hopefully, she was just mad at the moment.

Let’s see what advice the folks over at Reddit have to offer.

If you mess with this guy like that, he’ll never help again.

This is actually kinda funny.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about a man who offered to buy his parents a house with his lottery winnings, only to find out they think they deserve half of all his winnings.

That’s usually how people learn.

This story shows that agreeing to drive people home does not give them permission to waste hours of someone else’s night.

Coming outside when promised, answering the phone, or arranging another ride could have prevented the entire argument.  Although… leaving without confirming their safety was always going to create more tension.

Perhaps both sides will handle future plans more clearly, but threatening to evict your son after repeatedly leaving him waiting feels wildly out of line.

After that many promises of “two minutes,” even the clock was probably starting to feel personally insulted.