I was recently betrayed by someone very dear, but I want to know how bad it gets. it's vent time, baby!
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Oh, Stacey, you total a**hole. We were coworkers and friends, and would confide in each other. I thought the fact that she told me her secrets, which I told no one, meant mine were safe. Nope. F*ck you, Stacey.
I met some guy when I was a teenager. I had problems with my parents (who didn't care much about me after a childhood full of violence) at that time and guess, I just wanted someone to like me and accept me the way I am. That *** lied to me about his age (looked quite young and told me so) and made me run away one evening after a huge fight with my parents. Not only were my parents friggin mad (which led to more abusive control by my mother) but that *** took advantage of my emotional state and did ... things.
I guess I felt betrayed by that ***, my parents (even before) and myself, esp. myself. I didn't have anyone to talk to afterwards as everyone seemed to be disappointed and angry with me, except one teacher. I didn't tell her what exactly happened at that time, but still felt comforted and that at least one person was not mad at me. Some years later I found out she could tell what happened. Then she helped me to find the help I needed (I could not have done it underage without my parents knowing). It took a pretty long time and trauma therapy to understand the dynamics behind it and to not feel that guilty any more.
I guess the one thing that I really learned is, there a lot of *** out there, but also nice people who care. Sometimes they are not the closest or nearest or most obvious options, but they are there. This is one reason why I became a social worker.
Nobody ever deserves to go through that. I hope everything is going well for you now. People can be rude, mean and assholes.
My ex. I thought he was my best friend, the best guy ever. We dated for about a year. Then I found out he was cheating the whole time. Broke up with him, he kept trying to call me, talk to me. He's not bothering me now but it still hurts that the person I thought loved me, didn't. But it's fine now because I found someone who truly cares for me.
saaaame. I was like, 14 or something, and my ex used some personal information to lie about me, to my parents. that one pretty much ended my social life until I could graduate and leave.
When my mom kept dating the guy who sexually abused me since i was eight
Btw, he never actually touched me but he would make comments that should never be made about an eight year old.
I'm female and I had a girlfriend ( just a friend) I loved her like a sister. A SISTER. I told her something that I had never told anyone else and yes it was a secret. It got back to me through a mutual male friend. I was crushed beyond repair. I only have male friends now. ( for years now )Women are the most vile, vindictive, backstabbing , vicious, despicable people on this planet. They make me ashamed to be one.
I almost cried reading this. to hear that, from a female, is just what I needed today. I also had one lie about my secrets. since she was the gossip center of her group, now the girls at school wont even look me in the eye. and as a dude, that sucks.
My own family forgot I came out, until the literal SECOND my homophobic af sister asked why I didn’t give her hand me down dresses.
“Oh she’s non-binary”
not only did you tell my homophobic sister I’m non-binary (which should have never happened) you misgendered me in the process. Betrayal tastes disgusting.
When my so called best friend helped my ex husband get me fired from my job because she wanted my job. I was devastated. I don’t hate her. I just choose to not have anything to do with people who make me feel bad.
This is a betrayal in the process. One of my best friends is kinda starting to become an a*****e someone told me she was trash talking me now.
2 actually. Almost exactly one year ago I was suicidal and had everything planned out. My “friends” found out and claimed that I was doing it for attention. I caught COVID around that time and found out that they hated me and hoped that I would die. (I’m mostly fine now) the second time was when I found out that a friend of mine only hung out with me because he wanted me to date him. I had already come out as lesbian twice to him but he still kept asking me out. He complained to our school that I was using bad language with him (i did use bad language but he used worse0. I got in trouble with the school.
My best friend dated the guy I like, then told him I like him. Her heart was in the right place though.
My grandmother forgot to invite me to my own mother's wake and funeral. Found out about the funeral by accident. Showed up and found out that while I wasn't invited to MY mother's services, the family pedophile was. And I was chastised for not hugging him back when he grabbed me without consent. Yes, I know I'm an adult. But that has nothing to do with it. She told me to grow up. I was acting grown up when I didn't jump up and beat him to death. As if being an adult suddenly makes you not care about the fact that a grown man stuck his hand down your pants while you were sleeping at 13 years old and then no one did anything when they were told immediately. He died recently and I took great pleasure in adding that final date to his entry on the rotting family tree.
2 actually. Almost exactly one year ago I was suicidal and had everything planned out. My “friends” found out and claimed that I was doing it for attention. I caught COVID around that time and found out that they hated me and hoped that I would die. (I’m mostly fine now) the second time was when I found out that a friend of mine only hung out with me because he wanted me to date him. I had already come out as lesbian twice to him but he still kept asking me out. He complained to our school that I was using bad language with him (i did use bad language but he used worse0. I got in trouble with the school.
My best friend dated the guy I like, then told him I like him. Her heart was in the right place though.
My grandmother forgot to invite me to my own mother's wake and funeral. Found out about the funeral by accident. Showed up and found out that while I wasn't invited to MY mother's services, the family pedophile was. And I was chastised for not hugging him back when he grabbed me without consent. Yes, I know I'm an adult. But that has nothing to do with it. She told me to grow up. I was acting grown up when I didn't jump up and beat him to death. As if being an adult suddenly makes you not care about the fact that a grown man stuck his hand down your pants while you were sleeping at 13 years old and then no one did anything when they were told immediately. He died recently and I took great pleasure in adding that final date to his entry on the rotting family tree.
