Here Are 40 Incidents From People’s Past That Were So Bitter That They Remember It To This Day
Some of the things that happened in the past have no chance of leaving people’s heads. No matter how small or how big they were, the dent that was left in one's feelings turned out to be deep and persistent. Little did Reddit user xefarar565 know, firing off ‘What are you STILL salty about?’ would open a can of worms for so many readers of AskReddit.
People who shared the stories have been successfully holding onto the bitter taste of things that happened sometimes a pretty ridiculous amount of time ago. However, despite the duration of disappointment and heavy feelings, some of the stories are hilarious and will make you think about how the human mind functions when it comes to retaining certain experiences and how they made one feel.
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In elementary school, there was a pencil machine in the front lobby where you could get pencils for 25 cents. There were also "special" pencils that had stars on them. If you got one of these special pencils, you could take it into the office and get a prize.
One day, I decided to get a pencil. I put in my quarter and out popped TWO pencils. And one of them was a special pencil! I went into the office and told the lady at the desk that the machine gave me two pencils and one of them was special. She proceeded to say that the machine shouldn't do that, took the special pencil, and didn't give me a prize. That was 19 years ago and I'm still pissed.
I don't understand why she had to take away the special pencil... taking the normal one would still have solved the "two pencil" issue AND OP would have gotten their deserved price.
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I'm a teacher and if you had been my student, I would have had words with the office. That's not cool!
Man, I had a couple of experiences like that. Like, if you lose a tooth, you got a special pencil. My first tooth came out over Christmas break so the teacher wouldn't give me a pencil. Supposed to get a special pencil on your bday, didn't. I dunno why, but it stays with you!
The question in second grade math: "Joe read two-fifths of his book and Sue read one quarter of her book. Who read more pages?"
"It depends on how big their books are" is absolutely the correct answer and shouldn't have been marked wrong. And you fu***** know it, don't you, Mrs. Kay? Don't you?!
I mean yeah...it's technically correct but for this question they just wanted a comparison of the fractions with the assumption of similar books....but still....technically correct.
Then why make such a distinction "HIS book / HER book", and not "THE SAME book", "her book of the same length". It's the most sensible way to make the question solvable --- but it is a very big assumption.
Load More Replies...News flash: many teachers are just average, mediocre, unimaginative plodders. They should find a job thst doesn't require having an open mind.
Well, that or the current system turns once idealistic, imaginative teachers into resentful plodders.
Load More Replies...Should have specified that they were reading copies of the same book!
That one required a simple counter question to knock the teacher's socks off: "Are they reading the same EXACT book? Not just the same title but the same print edition, size etc."
I was about the youngest kid in Grade 9, and mother had warned me that there would be trick questions in High School. On the Christmas science exam, we were told that someone heard thunder, and then saw lightning 9 seconds later, and asked how far away the bolt had been. I correctly answered that since light was faster than sound, I couldn't tell from just those two observations. I got a zero for that, and quit trying.
Stupid question. I would definitely mark this as correct, if I were to come up with such a stupid question (and I admit, as a teacher, I sometimes do, and I have to mark more answers as correct as I initially planned to! Just admit your defeat. We're all human. ;-) ).
In a 5th grade science test the question was, "Are there any stars in the solar system."
I answered, "Yes".
Teacher marked it wrong.
I went up afterwards and said, "What about the Sun?"
He said, he meant that all the other stars are not in our solar system and kept it marked wrong.
Although I am harboring this for 50 years now, he was all-around one of the best teachers I ever had and just passed away a week or so ago.
But damn, that should have been marked "right".
As a teacher, I just laugh and tell the kids, "Wow! You're right! Good catch." I don't get the ego some educators have. We aren't Google!
But we are in the solar system and the sun is a star. So how does that work out?
I would have marked that teacher down for getting his test question wrong.
Our science teacher was of the impression that if you could do it correctly another way, or if an answer had 2 answers when pointed out, would award you the point AND THEN+1. My Technical drawing teacher smirked at one of my solutions to a drawing and said, "I have forgotten that you can do it this way". I had come from a school that did woodworking instead of technical drawing, we used practical calculations (points, vertices, intersecting lines) instead of measuring things off on a ruler. There are some ridiculous things you can do with a compass and a ruler (strait-edge) that doesn't even have markings.PS: the official term for a ruler is a "straight-line pulling-machine"
He can't have been a good teacher. First, he should have admitted he had made a mistake, and second he should have known that saying "he had meant" to say something different is a totally idiotic excuse. Students cannot guess what he was thinking. If he couldn't express himself clearly it was not the students fault.
Kindergarten. Playing with a kid in the sandbox, was a fairly drizzly day. We're making a castle and there's a puddle a few feet from us. He wants to dig a moat around the castle, and I say sure.
So he just kinda jams his hand in the dirt and starts pulling, making way too huge of a channel, which he immediately realizes is going to just destroy our castle. So I say "quick build a dam to stop the water!"
He freezes. Stares at me with wide eyes and mouth agape before running off. I think this is strange but ok whatever I saved the castle so I go back to digging when the teacher runs up and grabs me and says to go to time out, to which I obviously protest and say no wtf I didn't do anything. She then immediately says she knows I said a bad word and to not try and lie, to which I am again confused and say I did not.
After a few back and forths of her trying to pull me away by the arm and me rather violently resisting, it occurs to her to actually ask what happened. I explain the story. I still remember her face kinda dropping, realizing the other little s*** thought I said "damn" instead of "dam" and then immediately ratting on me. Tries to say well maybe use a different word to which I again vehemently protest against because no that is the correct word for such a situation and that's just how it works and it's his fault for not knowing the word, etc, etc, until she finally gives in and explains to the kid that I did not swear, and that no one likes tattletales.
I am in my 30s and on the other side of the country and I STILL remember this as the very instance in which I gazed upon my fellow man and wept, for he is stupid.
when i was in elementary school, we took a class field trip to a nearby dam. me and my friends kept pointing at stuff nearby and loudly proclaiming things like "look at the dam water. see that government car? it's a dam car. look at those dam buildings." the teachers were like, "well, they're not wrong." and let us do it until we got tired of it. which took a while.
There used to be a game where one person would make sounds and ther other person has to say the word "it" afterwords. I was the IT person and the third sound that was made was "sh". Yeah that got me suspended for the rest of the day in 2nd grade. Thanks man, thanks.
Consider the 'minced oaths' (like "Darn it" for exactly that) --- yes, it's a big deal for many.
Load More Replies...This. This is a perfect example of the box of fireworks we’re living on. Stupid is bad, stupid and easily offended is the hothouse for destruction.
This has nothing to do with being "easily offended". Kids mimic adults, adults say bad words are bad, kids want recognition.. wah-lah! As simple as a kid wanting to be "doing something right".
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When my son was in Cub Scouts and it was our first time going to the Pinewood Derby.
My son worked hard on his car and for a 7 year old, it was decent. We show up and not a single kid built those cars, it was pretty much a “dad competition”. My son came in dead last and I was sad for him because his friends literally said that their dads all built their cars.
So for the next 4 years my son picked the design and color scheme, and I built them while at work. We went on a 4 year win streak in the local, district and regional derby’s.
The look of anguish on those fathers faces was worth it.
Sorry, end of rant.
My son and his dad worked together to build a Back to the Future Delorean for the pinewood derby. (We weren't science-minded and knew we'd never be able to construct a car that would win for speed, but we were artists, so we could sure as heck win best looking design, d*mn it!) When we went to check it in, the lady at the desk wrote his check-in number on the ROOF of the car in bold black Sharpie!! We all froze with our mouths gaping as she held the car back out to us. Ruined! She never even apologized. Still salty 12 years later.
I built a bat-mobile that did pretty good. Won the creative competition, and placed third in the speed. My dad helped with the table saw... but under my direct supervision. (patience of a saint, now that I think about it.) but I even used red and yellow celphoane plastic as flames off the back, (which got pulled out for the actual race. it was held in place by the plug weight.)
Load More Replies...the dad building the pinewood derby is SO DUMB. it happens every time but it's not fair. in my troop, ONE GUY did his car all by himself and everyone else was so impressed he won 'cub's choice' by vote
Honestly, the solution is to take a night or two, and build them as part of the event. for our local hackspace, we raise money by selling 'kits' for various challenges, but the bulk of it has to be printed on sight, that night. to make it interesting, they get just enough filament to print with, that we have to make design choices. a regular challenge is the plane toss. the entry-level kits are just the filament... then there's a glider kit that comes with everything to build a small glider. we also have 'surprise challenge' where they get a task that night. The parties are a blast.
Load More Replies...As an elementary teacher, let me share that we always know when a parent makes the project. I will politely call the parent and tell them how lovely it is, but the child needs to earn the grade. The child is given plenty of time to do it and turn it in. Surprisingly, I've never had a parent argue about it. I think they're slightly embarrassed. Oh ... a child will tell me his parents did it. I love kids!
Yeah, the Pinewood Derby is horrible. I was a Cub Scout, and some of the other kids had dads with woodworking equipment, while my dad was a journalist. It was so unfair that I cried in the middle of the racetrack.
LOL! I was a single mom working full time and didn't have a clue what to do with this piece of wood that came in a box. I had my son pick a theme we googled most of how to put this thing together and did the best we could. Just like you when we got there the other cars were obviously done solely by the parents. To our surprise my sons car which was still wet with paint and stickers sloppily applied by him WON!!! He's 21 now and we still laugh about it, there were 2 other boys there that won and actually scolded their dads for not making a winner. Still have the medal and trophy just can't throw that one out...
Yeah that picture is baffling! For non-USAians, "pinewood derby" is a format where you make an unpowered small car that has to reach the end of a (downhill) track as fast as possible with minimum weight etc; so it's an optimisation challenge. There's endless instructions online, 'wedge' shape is best, three wheels are faster than one, special super-smooth axles bought online etc.
Load More Replies...I always hated those competitions as a kid since my dad died when I was 8, and it was either me, .....or me.
My sister got a brand new car for her 16th birthday...I got $20.
When I turned 21, my parents asked what I wanted for my gift. I wanted a nice set of crystal glasses, just like my Mum had. I didn't realise they only cost $20. When my sister turned 21, she wanted a double wooden bookcase, that cost round $1000. After my parents brought her the bookcase, they gave me $980 cash.
My mother called me selfish one year for not attending the surprise birthday party she was throwing for my sister. We have the same birthday, 8 years apart. And I'm the younger one.
My mother-in-law would constantly do this to the kids at Christmas. Used to spend hundreds of dollars on expensive toys for the biological grandkids, and would give her adopted grandson cheap gifts that seemed like an afterthought. Seemed like, "well, I guess I have to buy him SOMETHING." I'm so glad we cut her out of our lives before she could start roping our son into that favouritism game of hers.
As someone who is married to someone who is adopted and has step kids this absolutely breaks my heart. That child needs more love and affection than the children who were born into the family.
Load More Replies...Me too. I'm the oldest. Expected to plan everything but nobody does anything for me. It's bogus!
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I was probably 5 years old visiting my mom at the hospital after she gave birth to my brother and she was given food on a tray which she didn’t want so she gave it to me. I put the tray on the table and as I was eating, the nurse takes the tray away from me and throws away the food. That may have my first true instance of anger in my life. I’m 27 now and I’m pissed as I’m writing this haha.
That is totally wrong. Why throw it away when the kid can just eat it instead of wasting it?
Technically, what the nurse did was theft. Your mother's insurance paid for that food.
That was probably the issue. Her insurance paid for the food, so only she was allowed to eat it. She was the only one allowed to receive the benefits of her own health insurance. Hospitals usually have a "guest meal" that outsiders can purchase that are not covered by the patient's insurance. NOTE: I am not saying I agree with this policy, I am only saying that I am a health insurance agent in the USA and that the nurse may have just been following established hospital policy to avoid the appearance of insurance fraud.
Load More Replies...Nurses have attempted to take the jello that my mom gave me. It didn't end well for them.
Load More Replies...I stayed with my son in the hospital when he was having his tonsils out. They expect you to stay with your child because they don't want to take care of them, but no food or place to sleep is provided for the parent. He was a picky eater, so I had brought soft food from home that I knew he would eat and I ate his food. I also crawled into bed with him to sleep. They started to argue but my cold (IDGAF) stare soon stopped them.
It should not be an expectation. Rather, "Would you like to stay with your son? It helps to have a parent here to help him feel secure about being in a strange place with people he doesn't know and mom always helps to make it better" That is totally the truth. It's not that we don't want to take care, its that we are so short staffed that we can't give him the attention we know he needs. Talk to administration about the way they budget the money. We are not a priority. You brought food from home you knew he would eat? Thank you thank you thank you. He needs to get something in his tummy. If thats what does it I'm all for it. No place to sleep? WTF? If we had a family member staying they either got a cot or a recliner they could sleep in. Food. Absolutely you should get a meal. Your there. To be with your son. You get a meal so you don't have to leave him. Crawl in bed with him? If that makes the little guy feel better go right ahead. Compassion is in short supply these days.
Load More Replies...Seriously? The patient pays extra for meals? One would think that's included during their hospital stay.
Load More Replies...Nurse be like "OMG don't eat that, kid, you'll get sick. Hospital food, you know."
I repeat myself.... never disappoint a Child. If you don't know.... it will scar them forever
I'm 35 now. When I was 14 or 15, my mom stormed into my room one evening and accused me of smashing a glass and getting rid of the evidence. It was one of these retro coke glasses. I swore I didn't break any glass – and if I did, why would I hide such a small accident? But my mom didn't believe me. She was so mad and accused me of lying. She wouldn't even say why I was her prime suspect. Somehow it just had to be me. Anyway, I got into trouble for it even without any evidence. Some time later it turned out no glass was actually smashed. My mom thought the glasses she bought came in fours. But our neighbor bought the same set and there were actually three glasses in it. My mom acknowledged the fact but never apologized to me for how she screamed at me or how she accused me out of the blue. She just never mentioned it again. I'm still mad about it.
just smash them all and ask how a f*cking glass is more important than the mental health and well being of your child...
Load More Replies...Please normalize apologizing to children. It won't be until you're in a family therapy session 15 years later that you're told a situation you found seemly benign, actually destroyed them and caused PTSD...and all it would have taken was acknowledgement, accountability, and an apology.
You should be. People who don't know how to apologize... they don't deserve to be forgiven.
That's why mom is going to the nursing home in a few years.
Load More Replies...This sort of s**t is why I hated my Mother. Double-f*****g standards.
The mother wound is STRONG. It bypasses the father wound by 100x theres a great ig feed called break the cycle coaching about narcissistic mothers and the mother wound. Its helped me immensely.
Load More Replies...A parent that refuses to admit their own faults, be accountable and demonstrate that we all make mistakes is a parent missing out on a good relationship with well-adjusted and non-judgemental offspring.
Some friends from work planned a get together at a local chain restaurant for my birthday. One of my coworkers found out and decided it should also be to celebrate her birthday because it’s the day before mine. Already annoyed, but whatever. The night of the dinner, a friend bought us both slices of cheesecake & they were presented with candles, and everyone sang happy birthday. At the end, she blew out her candle AND THEN MINE. AND LAUGHED ABOUT IT. It was MY candle. You were barely invited. I’ve never forgotten about it.
I would have said "it's too bad you had no choice but to steal my birthday since no one wanted to celebrate yours."
She had to tag along because she has no friends of her own, and we all know why.
At 19, I joined the National Guard. While in basic, I sent my money home, trusting my 22yo brother to use it to pay the rent on my small apartment and deposit the rest. Rather unsurprisingly, he stole every penny; a little less expected, he destroyed everything I owned, sold my car, and got me evicted. As a final note, when he picked me up at the airport, he borrowed my last $600 for a stereo for the truck he'd bought himself. As a result, I joined the regular Army and went to overseas; I've struggled with PTSD for years. I've never forgiven him.
Ugh, she spit on your cheesecake. So gross. Should have stabbed her with your fork “by accident.”
My mom decided that she didn't want Christmas presents one year and made sure to tell us (me and my two brothers). I suggested to her instead that we donate what we would have spent to charity in her name. She said she was fine with that if that's what we wanted to do. So that's what I did. I sent her a nice little card and the info for the charities I donated to, so she could see that her decision helped some good organizations out.
Mom. Was. Pissed.
"Why didn't you just send me a gift card of you weren't gonna buy me anything! You ruined Christmas!" Now, I love my mom. By that point we had a total of one really nasty fight, and that was several years before. She was fine growing up. She was fine most of my adulthood except for a suicide attempt that I got to call the ambulance for from the other side of the country (loooong story). I'm accustomed to buying my mom decent, thoughtful presents. So when she accused me of ruining Christmas for her, I was distraught. I sent her a screen cap of the conversation we had and circled where she said she'd be fine with my decision to donate in her name. Her response? "I don't remember that. I deleted those texts."
I lost my s***, told her it's her own fault for raising me to do as I'm told, and next time just don't say s*** if she's gonna change her mind and not tell us. And then we didn't speak for three months. This was two and a half years ago and I have not gotten over it.
This actually sounds like when people say one thing (I don't want presents) but they mean the complete opposite as a "test" (if they love, if they truly know me, they'll actually get the exact gift I'm thinking of and it'll be perfect). I think it happens more in romantic relationships but the mom already sounds unstable. Sucks.
I can't understand games like this. Say what you mean instead of making people try to guess what you really want. Edited for typo.
Load More Replies...My birth family is a big part of why I hate christmas. This year the fam I chose and I are celebrating Yule instead ;) with no gifts, no drama, no crap, just being us
Good for you! I hope you all have lots of fun!
Load More Replies...People with parents who have pathological personality issues absolutely suffer for their parents' brokenness. I'm sure there's some reason that they are the way they are, but it doesn't excuse it. My mother has had a LOT of crap like this. Ego-reinforcing memory (including NOT remembering what was preferable to forget), endless self-focus, religious insanity, paranoia, etc... It's all her parents' and extended family (and first husband)'s faults, but that doesn't make it any less damaging to her children, and she has had decades to process and attempt to be more rational... but that's not how her pathology has worked. It has resulted in me breaking away from her emotionally as much as possible. I refuse to be made to feel guilty for that.
Both my parents had mental and behavioral issues, I can understand that may not be their fault but if you refuse to see how reality goes and think about it, that's when you became an oppressor, part of an oppressive family. I still have issues I find really hard to cope with and I deeply hate them. I often wish to not being born at all. It's so difficult to live like this.
Load More Replies...I think a charitable donation in the name of the recipient is a lovely gift. Honestly, I don't need more stuff, so this is a great idea.
Mom sounds like an awful person. What the hell kind of adult throws a temper tantrum about their Xmas being ruined because they didn't get a gift?
SERiously you are speaking to her again?! NOpe! STop speaking to her permanently! Also you mother is not fine at all. None of any of her behavior is fine. I bet there are many more instances that indicate untreated mental health and toxic issues this person is unaware that are not fine
3 months ago I went on maternity leave. The woman hired to cover for me was being paid 3 dollars more than I'm currently paid. She was going to be kept on as a full time accounting assistant after I returned, but she couldn't keep up with my daily tasks and completely fu**** up several databases that I had to correct when I returned to work the following month. When I asked for a raise, they offered me .50 after telling me how crucial I am to the structure of the company.
Needless to say, I'm looking for a new job.
I hope you find a good job where you're respected. It's ... well... you know how it is...
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Load More Replies...When I went on maternity leave, I recommended my friend to be my substitute. When it was time for me to go back to work, they decided to keep her on this position, saying she was better suited. The truth was that she slaved doing things (and about the amount of 2 peoples jobs) that she didn't really even need to. So they decided to keep her because she did a lot of unpaid work she didn't need to do. I was prepared to fight for my rights (which I knew I had, but have made working there afterwards very unpleasant), but luckily another job in our company became available and I got a much better job with remarkably higher salary. She's still slaving on that job, has gained weight a ton and complains how nobody respects her and how stressed she is. Maybe I should feel bad for her, but I really don't. She got what she wanted.
"When there is no consequence for poor work ethic, and no reward for good work ethic, there is no motivation." UNK The economic mess we are in is causing the scenario to repeat everywhere. Employers can't get enough employees at previously acceptable wages so they are forced to start new employees at the current rate of dedicated 5+ year workers. Nothing better to demonstrate lack of appreciation and gratitude for faithfulness. Trust me... I know at least 3 people that have moved on from jobs they love because of it.
You did the right thing. They will get the drift in about a month of her f**k ups.
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Load More Replies...That is totally wrong. Hopefully you get out of there into a decent job and she is left to fk it up. That will make them have regrets.
When a temp with less ability gets paid more, you know you are being underpaid and that your employers know it.
Oh yes something similar happened to me...but I had to train the guy for a month and he still wasn't getting it. In fact, he had no training in the field
In fourth grade English class (EU) I've used the word "gross" in a random sentence we had to write. The teacher argued that it isn't a real word, I said that it is, that I saw it a few times in video games and movies and she said that they aren't a reliable source. I said to her that I'm gonna show it in the dictionary, but she instead grabbed me by the arm and took me out of the classroom and locked the door.
To this day I am still fuming about this. And then she had the nerve to be all chummy when I met her once in a supermarket. Gross.
Not only is "Gross" a legitimate word, it is a word with multiple meanings (in English alone). P.A.T.H.E.T.I.C.
7th or 8th grade Language Arts. We had to write short stories. I was always an avid reader. I used to term "doppelgänger" in my story and my teacher told me not to "make up" words!! To this day it pisses me off and I wish I had told my parents. I think it would've really pissed my dad off (also an avid reader) but I didn't even argue with her. I just was shocked and embarrassed and confused.
Stupid teachers are the bane of all sane pupils.
Load More Replies...Had a teacher who admitted she didn't know one of the words in our poem for the day. I knew it, I have always been an avid reader and hoarder of words, but since she didn't know it, she refused to believe me. Why would a kid know a word she didn't? The word was assyrian...
It is kinda ok for her to doubt you. I mean the kids could make anything up and she wouldn't know.
Load More Replies...Teachers haaaate to be wrong. Similar thing thing happened to me, danish, translating a text from danish to english, “berygtet” means infamous, not famous. As in the famous killer Jack the Ripper. No, he was INfamous. Doh! Translation matters.
The fact that I spelled "mayonnaise" correctly in my fourth grade class spelling bee, but the teacher claimed I didn't and dismissed me. I had won in the third grade, and proceeded to win in the fifth and sixth grades as well. The unfair disqualification in fourth grade ruined what would have been a four year streak.
This reminds me a "fight" i had with a teacher during high school about a word... I was insisting i was right and she was insisting that i was not! I had to bring a dictionary the next day to prove her wrong... she was not happy and made my life difficult for the rest of the school year...
I was at a math competition, and was asked a question that ended, "How many blah-blahs do you have left?" I said, "None," and was told that was wrong. The next kid said "Zero," and got credit. I lodged a protest, and was told they thought I mean I had no answer. Who says, "None" for "I don't know"? Nobody. I gave a legit answer. They let me in, but I no longer cared about the contest after they insinuated I didn't understand how English works.
A similar thing happened to my brother! He was on a stage and the teacher was on a somewhat far-away stool next to a microphone in a whole auditorium full of other murmuring students. When she asked for him to spell some words, he spelled them correctly with little stuttering, but he was so far away and didn't have a microphone, so the teacher misheard him and said they were incorrect. And another time, when I was in a mini spelling bee (in a classroom with both my class and a different class), 3 or 4 students lined up next to the teacher that was calling out words, and when she said, "Spell English!" then the first student said "E-n-g-l-i-s-h?" and she said that was wrong. Each student took their turn and tried to spell it in different ways, since the teacher said that E N G L I S H was not right. Then, once everyone basically gave up, she said, "The correct spelling for 'English' is capital E, n, g, l, i, s, h." -_-
I'd say that was the teacher's fault for not explaining that she wanted you to use capitals if needed. I'd have just said that my E was capitalized and she was a moron for not hearing it.
Load More Replies...Competition doesn't always bring out the best in us. I was the dark horse in a spelling bee in 6th grade and it was down to me and this girl that was considered the class brain. I got an easy word, parcel. I could see the word on a page in my mind, carried by Mr. Tumnus the Faun, but I spelled it parsle so she could win. Sometimes, losing is winning.
My parents objected to my sister marrying the guy who is now her husband. They treated her badly, and showed up in a sour mood to her wedding. They never apologized for their bad behavior. My sister and her husband have been married for 8 years.
Parents, if your adult daughter wants to do something you disagree with then let her know you think it's a mistake, but when she makes a decision your job is to support her in that decision not to repeatedly harp on her about it and make her hate you.
My brother is the husband in this story. He has still not forgiven the inlaws and they have alienated their daughter pretty good too
When my mother first met the man who would be my husband as we announced our engagement, she turned to my sister later that day and, right in front of me, said "I give it a year." I was furious. This was a woman that only stayed married for the sake of the kids and would disappear to cheat on my father several times over their marriage. I, however, just celebrated 31 years married to the same loyal and loving man. Never once did I get an apology from her for that comment.
My husband's parents were the ones who were against our wedding. It was a severely dysfunctional family, with my DH as the designated "scapegoat", and absolutely nothing we did for his parents was ever greeted with anything but criticism. This nastiness continued until my husband disowned the whole family right after our 13th anniversary, and we moved away from them. Once that happened, our life became peaceful. Them? As far as I know, my MIL railed against us until she died, and my FIL is still bitter against us. We got banned from MIL's funeral. We laughed, because the last thing either of us wanted to do was show up for what would no doubt be an abuse-fest over the still-warm corpse. Am I salty about enduring that much messiness when all either of us did was try to help his parents? You bet! But I take comfort in seeing their son, finally free of his family's hatefulness and constant belittling, blossom into a man who can actually believe in himself.
This is an excellent way to never get to see your grandchildren. Why do people do this to their kids? If your sister isn’t in an abusive or alcoholic or drug-addicted relationship, your parents need to stand down before they don’t see their daughter or any children she may have ever again.
My father told me to "go to hell" and hung up when I called to tell my parents that I got engaged to my BF. We didn't talk for six months. Then my grandmother insisted that I'd invite my parents to our wedding because "it's the right thing to do". I invited them and... they were busy that weekend and it was impossible to reschedule. I told grandma and my mother called the next day, she had suddenly remembered that they were not busy that weekend. It was a miserable wedding. My husband and I were sick, my parents were terrible and I kept wishing the whole thing would be over with. We've been married for 28 years. My relationship with my mother is better since my father died, but my grandparents will always be the good role models in my life.
This happened to my Husband and me. His Mother absolutely detested me! Did her utmost best to stop our marriage as she was convinced I'd be unfaithful. 36 years on, we are still happily married and very loyal to each other. The saddest part of this story; she still hated me and wouldn't speak to either of us, right up to the day she died. That woman really knew how to hold a grudge.
I'm a family law attorney now and from what I have seen in many nasty divorces is that many of the spouses were warned by someone that loves them to not marry their partner. It may have been a friend, parent, or other family member. If someone you trust and loves you unconditionally warns you about a partner, hear that person out. Sometimes love is blinding and people overlook some serious warning signs.
I was the DIL in a similar story. Except, his parents kept it up for our entire marriage. They were horrifically awful to me, hubby and our kids. Hubby did not have a relationship with his parents for our entire marriage. FIL died four years before MIL did. I did the happy dance both times.
If they was not happy with the man she was marrying then they shouldn't of turned up!!!
My in-laws didn’t like me and I still don’t know why. But after 15 years of my husband always putting his parents’ feelings before mine, he is now my ex. Just support your kids decisions, don’t be a wedge.
Had a friend in college borrow my truck when I flew home for a month 1500 miles away. He agreed to the terms of “don’t cross state lines, you only drive it to work and back, and if I find out you did otherwise it’s going to be a big deal.” I wasn’t home a week and I got a call from our group of friends, he had taken the truck down to Connecticut, drove drunk, road raged at someone on the highway and love tapped the back end of a car. The kicker was he backed into his buddy’s dads brand new Lexus and caused $3000 worth of damage. Needless to say I flew home the next day. When confronted about it he basically said “I don’t have the money, it’s your problem” so I have my mother, the insurance company, and the Lexus guy’s dad all climbing down my throat to get me to fix the problem. The dad with the Lexus called me to say he was going to file a police report if I didn’t pay, my mother was screaming about the insurance company dropping me. I went to school for the day, got back and he vanished. Cleaned out a bunch of s*** from the apartment. Stole everybody’s things. The one thing that still makes my blood boil is the fact that one of my good friends that lived with us will vehemently back up the s***bag anytime it’s brought up. I understand that he didn’t screw him over, but just denying it and saying that I need to let bygones be bygones is something I cannot do.
Woah. That is a total scumbag. That would also wind me up too for someone else to back him up on that
If he took it out of state when you specifically told him not to then it was stolen from the moment it crossed state lines. You should have reported him to the police and told your insurance company he did not have permission to drive it at the time all the s**t happened.
Right, I wonder why the owner didn't do exactly this to those damned "friend". Why took responsibility from something he didn't do 🤷♂️?
Load More Replies...After "I don't have the money it's your problem" it would have been hard for me not to just report the truck as stolen and let the police get the money out of him
i honestly would have just reported the vehicle stolen, serves him right, that piece of poopoo
So in the US the owner is responsible for everything that happens with the car, not the driver? That’s strange, ridiculous and shitty all at the same time.
I don't know if that's always the case but when I was in the USN my truck was essentially in storage and my state required me to carry liability insurance so that the truck was insured if someone stole it and got into a mishap with it. Previously I had only kept comprehensive on it so if it was damaged while in storage. It was a bit of a hassle for my vehicle registration when they changed the law while I was out of the country.
Load More Replies...Criminal. I'd have called the police. This other guy is not a "good friend".
That is not a story one would feel that forgive and forget as much as we wish we could. Choose friends wisely they say...if they 'do or act around in any manner that seems off ' to others .. move on or stay on the edge of friendship..They are never anyone's friend after all.
Twenty years ago I had three friends show up at my house and when they left my wallet with $80 in it was missing. One of the guys felt bad and gave me $20 back. Three years after that we are in the BK drive thru and he whipped out my wallet. Still salty. His FB friend request has just been sitting there for like two years.
not sure I'd be friends with the wallet thief once the wallet reappeared
Comment on it! „I could have helped you with your money problems. I won’t help you with your character-problems.“ get out & forget the loser.
Load More Replies...Excuse me you continued being friends with him? But ok you didn't add him on Facebook! That will definitely teach him a lesson!!!🙄🙄🙄
No, I think you missed the point. When he gave him the $20, he was pretending he didn't know what happened, but that should help. The BK drive through was 3 years after that, not anywhere near today. He didn't stay friends with him after it became clear.
Load More Replies...Someone still owes me $3 from 4th grade. I still remember his full name. He was supposed to give me some beef jerky he said his dad made. I found him on Facebook a long time ago, he can keep the $3 but I'll never forget Jason, never.
A harsh lesson to choose your friends with a bit more insight than you might an acquaintance.
if he whipped out my wallet in front of me, I would've snatched it back
I had a friend do that with a bracelet of mine! Called her out on it as soon as i realized tho. Did the bracelet still fit? No.
A friend told me that they only hang out with me when all of their other options run dry.
Can I upvote this multiple times? Because this is good advice
Load More Replies...That's like answering the question "Will you marry me?" with "Yeah, you'll do."
You still call them a friend? My answer would have been "That's sad that nobody wants to hang out with you, maybe it's the way you treat them, just like you just treated me? Bye Felicia 👋"
my friends treat me like that too. like im an aquaintance
I've mentioned this before, but when I was about eight or nine, we had a big project in school which ended with us writing a story. I spent f*****' hours on this thing. It was going to be the best book ever. It was only a matter of time before it was snapped up by some publisher and then it would be the talk of the Scholastic Book Fair, no doubt in my mind. It absolutely had to be in by the time school finished for Christmas, so my teacher could mark it over the break, so I stayed up until about ten o'clock at night for about a week beforehand working on it -- which, you know, is the closest thing you get to an all-nighter when you're about nine. It was my Magnum Opus.
I got back to school in January to find that a) she had lost it, b) she was accusing me of not handing it in, and c) because mine was the only one she couldn't find, she decided to call me out in front of the class about it. I ended up locking myself in the toilet because I was crying so much. Worst still, it later transpired that when it 'turned up after all', she marked it as though it was handed in late, and the b**** still only gave me a middling grade.
So all that hard work and expectations and she misplaced it. You have the right to say b***h!
You have the right to sue in my rulebook, or at least lecture and call her swear words.
Load More Replies...The same happened to me in grad school. The paper was emailed -- permanent record of when it was sent when she received it and that she never read it. Gave me a C said it was awful. Showed the dean who did nothing.
Reminds me of when I turned in a Calculus assignment only to check my grades online a few days later and see a zero next it. Went to school the following day and asked my professor about it and she mentioned that she never received the assignment from me even though I told her I had handed her the assignment along with some of my classmates which they had acknowledged that I did in fact turned it in. She said that she knows how I feel and that I should take a picture of the completed assignment next time as proof. I was obviously calm on the outside but I was so irritated and annoyed on the inside because apparently I was at fault for "losing my paper". She gave me the opportunity to make-up the grade, but the fact that she tried to pin the blame on me had me livid.
I hate grade school teachers. WTF is wrong with them? Any school that allows abuse like this needs to be completely re-staffed at the leadership level.
Her apparent inability to apologize for her mistake and bullying you in front of the class pretty much writes her off as an inferior teacher.
The teacher you never want to have. Did she apologise? Doubt she would. She never read it by the way....hope you still have it, as others will!
On a fourth grade math test we had to make a shape that had only four sides, one set of parallel lines, and only ONE right angle (there were probably more requirements but I cant remember) I remember almost crying at my desk and spending 20 minutes on that one question while constantly telling my teacher that it wasnt possible but according to her it was. And the next day we went over the answer key, and the answer had two right angles...
This is the difference between good and bad teachers. Good teachers will check their own references/materials to show the student "I am not infallible but I believe I am correct so we will get a definitive answer" and then abide by that definitive answer, even if it proves them wrong. Bad teachers go with the "my word is law" attitude. Those people also tend to be on a power trip and are generally a-holes outside the classroom too.
Unfortunately there are still teachers -- just as there are parents -- that refuse to acknowledge that we ALL make mistakes and demonstrate the concept of accountability rather than denial.
Hard to believe the photo shows a 4th grade math test! Looks like a HS Geometry test.
When I was in high school, I was occasionally allowed to drive my family's third car. It had a slow leak in one of the tires, so we were all supposed to check the pressure and put air in it if we needed to.
I picked up a friend to go to a movie, and when we came out one tire was completely flat. It wasn't the one with the leak, so I put the spare on and drove home.
I got absolute hell from my parents about it. How irresponsible I was to not check it, I'd have to pay for the repair, why didn't I call roadside assistance, etc.
Took it to get fixed, repeat the whole lecture as we're dropping it off, and the tech who did it called my mom and told her he'd found a nail in the tire and there was no way I could have seen it coming.
She refused to apologize and I still had to pay for it.
This is just irresponsible ownership. Fix the flat or you're in deep [trouble] when the next flat comes. FYI you don't need to replace the tire 99% of the time - it can be plugged with a kit for <$10
Depends WHERE the puncture is and how large. A nail sliding up the side of the tread and sidewall would require replacement. And it must have been decent sized to completely deflate relatively quickly despite remaining plugged by the nail itself.
Load More Replies...What kind of parent lends a vehicle to their child with a known issue that could leave them stranded? I would either not let them take it or give them one of the other cars before sending my child out in an unsafe ride.
"She should have never procreated" - I suspect the writer of this story disagrees with you.
Load More Replies...Mums can be hard. I was told off by my Maths teacher when I put up my hand (when asked) and said I didn't understand. So I wnt home and asked my Mum. She being a Maths teacher. I got rounfdly oof by her too , for being SO rude. So I asked my best friend who was brilliant, and she told one she could help, because she just knew. So I was put down and got the 'bad teacher' and she helped me understand enough to pass. She understood we less brilliant kids and knew how to explain thing
One might think that consideration of safety for their child would play a part in providing a working car but apparently some brain cells weren't firing.
When I was like 10, there was a competition going on in our school and the TV crew were there too. Basically whoever won the race, won the prize. I did not care about the crew, I just wanted to run and win. See, I was a pretty good athlete and when they came to our class they called out the girls and I got up too, excited to participate in another race. But they went like "No, not you. We only want really fair girls."
I was too young to understand why I wasn't selected, but the guys in class were great they kept on cracking jokes till I started laughing (I wasn't crying, just confused and pissed)
You know what f*** them. I would have won if I had participated. The PE teacher knew it and that's why her daughter competed (who's complexion was like mine). So to hell with the crew and the PE teacher.
i as a black man on this website LOVE the fact you know the difference between colorism and racism !!!!!!
Load More Replies...Was this in India? When my parents lived in India in the '50s, they were appalled at every time someone was married everyone would ask, "Is the bride/groom fair?" Meaning light-skinned. This sounds like exactly the same thing.
Humans suck and we are responsible for soooo much crap.
Load More Replies...Innocent minded me thought she was too fast and therefore not "fair" for the others.
Not dark skinned. As well as racism in general, within both black and asian communities there is prejudice against darker skinned people.
Load More Replies...Damn!! As much as I really hoped this took place many, many years ago, prior to ANY integration and equality efforts, I must sadly admit that it could also be a current scenario. Sad.
Its sad that happened to you but looking at it, You were too much competition for them.
I have words for these people, and none of them are nice
You mean fair? Colorism racists should be docked for having dark-colored hearts of hate. Then we'll see what they find "Fair".
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When I was 10, I (the goody two-shoes nerd) was sat in the back of the bus, next to the class trouble-maker, because we had assigned seats (thanks to him). He took apart someone's science fair project that was being kept back there, and threw a piece out the window.
When someone tattled on him, he blamed it on me, and since the teacher couldn't prove one way or another, they just punished both of us, despite 15 kids coming to my defense. F*** schools and their "fairness" in discipline. All I got was one study hall. Kids today are getting bullied relentlessly because they know that standing up for themselves means getting suspended.
Exactly. Why should we get suspended for defending ourselves? Why? It makes no sense
We recently received a call from school telling us that our son needs to be disciplined because he was shouting at a younger girl. As that's unusual for our quiet & gentle (& often bullied) son, we asked what had provoked this behaviour. They told us the girl was hitting our son over the head with her shoe. We made sure the teachers, and our son, knew how proud we were that he had finally stood up for himself.
Load More Replies...Article 87(3) of the 1949 Geneva Convention III provides: “Collective punishment for individual acts and cruel punishment are forbidden.”
Our schools can't even teach history correctly, do you think they give a s**t about the Geneva Convention?
Load More Replies...There's absolutely nothing fair about it. If they cannot be certain of which kid was responsible, the CORRECT course of action is to not punish either child, but keep an eye on both for a pattern of behavior to emerge. Since you called him the class trouble-maker, I suspect that pattern already existed.
I once accidentally ripped a paper of like 0 importance under my feet at school. It wasnt my fault the teacher LEFT IT ON THE D*MN FLOOR. I got chewed out for it and what was happening at the the time I ripped it was me and my friends were talking about a group project during free time. They tried to defend me as I was getting screamed at so loudly I thought my ears were gonna burst, but she want hearing any of it. She had her hand on my wrist and was grasping so hard that when she finally let go there was a handprint. This teacher has a history of being hella mean to the students and she picks favorites. She treats her favorite students with pixie sticks and soda while everyone else is treated like gum on the bottom of a desk. I was pulled out of classes multiple times to talk about it with other teachers and I should have told my parents. If there was a school court that kids having "big problems" like getting punched or *cough cough* GETTING ACCUSED OF RIPPING A PAPER, I would go.
My school does this thing where if two-three people get in trouble they punish the entire grade. They know who it is half the time, but don't care. It's unbelievably unfair especially since one time 20 of us weren't even present she kids got in trouble and even though one of my teachers vouched for us, we were punished too. It's such an unfair way to punish kids. If you know or have an idea of who did it, don't put anyone else in trouble.
It's like that in prisons, I gather. Fear is used for social control. Of course, it's evil but that goes without saying. Another case of injustice because failure of the adults tasked with supervision. That wasn't your job.
The first day of 8th grade my best friend and friend group informed me that they would no longer be my friend. To this day, 20 years later, I still don't understand how or why things ended up that way. I can only guess because I was the shy nerd of the group and they were trying to fit in with the cool crowd. Regardless, it was a miserable experience that left me with quite a few trust issues.
I remember in 7th grade a group of 4 girls had a VOTE to decide whether I could be part of their friend group. Evidently, I lost. I'm 63 years old now, and I'll never forget.
Middle school and high school girls are emotionally terrorists.
Load More Replies...I moved to a new town in the middle of 7th grade, and although nobody else would even speak to me -- we weren't rich, after all, my dad just wanted us to have good schools so we lived in a one-house slum, as we called it -- to this day am grateful to the ONE girl in my class who, without knowing me at all, on the 2nd day I was there invited me to a sleepover at her house that weekend. Thanks, Nancy, it's been over 50 years but you're still a peach to me! She was my only friend that year, but just one was enough, you know?
When i was in boarding school me and my bf was called into the dorm by one of the bigger kids. They made us fight each other for their bets. We still remained friends after that. We came across a dead squirrel and put it in his bed. The screaming was hilarious. Revenge was sweet!
In 5th grade (10 years old), all the girls in class were invited to a big birthday sleepover. Except me. I pretended not to care, but.... I had another "friend" who constantly played the game of "let's not like Melissa any more", and would turn the entire group against me, saying horrible nasty things. Being ostracized like that at a young age really hurt. I don't trust women much to this day. I have 2-3 very close girl friends and I'm happy with that. I always got along with guys better anyway!
I had that happen to me in 7th grade. A new girl showed up and I was the only one nice to her and we became friends. I found out later her family was really rich and she lived in a mansion and when the other kids found out, they all wanted to be her friend, so she dropped me in favor of kids who only wanted to hang out with her because she was rich and had an amazing pool. She grew up to be a terrible person, so no great loss, but at the time it really hurt.
In primary school I used to spend my lunchtimes playing with two other boys. One day, the bolder of the two informed me they no longer wanted to be my friends and they literally turned away from me. This must be almost 40 years ago but I still remember the sting of unexplained exclusion. The fact I recall this so clearly shows me what an impact it must’ve had on me back then.
When I was in 5th grade, my best friend told me we could only be friends in secret because she was friends with the popular kids now and was too embarrassed to be seen in public with me. My self esteem was low enough that I didn't think I could do any better and we stayed secret friends for years. I should have ended it that day, because she turned out to be one of the most toxic friends I ever had.
When I was a young kid, probably under 8, I used to play Lego with my grandparents' next-door neighbor's kid. He was a year older than me and went to the catholic school, so I wasn't his schoolmate. One day when we were playing, he stood up and announced "here's a trick you'll only ever see done one time!" He gathered up his Legos and left. He never hung out with me again. I have no idea why. The public elementary school in my district was split in two: one for half the district and another for the other half. Middle school unified the two schools' groups. This meant that on day one of sixth grade, I suddenly had all kinds of enemies in people I had NEVER MET BEFORE. It was utterly bewildering. Then, years later, I was friends with one of the popular kids. We hung out, in & out of school, were "wingmen" at middle school dances... and then suddenly he completely changed all the routines of things we'd say and talk about; he told me he wasn't my friend any more.
Came second in food tech competition. Made a lovely main course then Langues de chat biscuits with lemon posset for dessert.
I made this dessert because the judges prior to this day told us "don't make a cake for dessert"
Guess what won first place? A fu***** cake.
The judges told the contestants not to make a cake, yet a cake won first place.
Load More Replies...Cross your fingers for good luck and don't explain that you are actually shooting the bird.
Did you want to smash it? Or them..or go up to them later and ask why a cake won? I would have!
In middle school, I had a test with some true/false questions. One said something about the Atlantic Ocean and the west coast (I am in the US). There was some other stuff as well that was true about the Atlantic, but since the Atlantic is the east coast, I marked it false. It was counted wrong and when I protested the teacher said something along the lines of “obviously I meant east coast.” It was only one point and made no difference to my grade in the end, but my 13-year-old usually quiet, teacher’s pet self was ready to f****** riot. I honestly wish she had.
I should have corrected my teacher (she'd have probably corrected it, she was really cool and I was already a favorite because she had my older brother before). I did a book report on the book "Unwind" by Neal Shusterman, she "corrected" my spelling of the title to Unwound. I had the book in my bag when I got the paper back. I almost said something but I was so afraid of confrontation back then and it was the only thing I got marked. I don't even think she took any points off, but I apparently still haven't let it go and it's been more than a decade.
In grade school (mid-1960s) I read an magazine article about a liquid supersaturated with oxygen that could be used by deep sea divers to avoid getting the bends. There were pictures of mice breathing the liquid without drowning. When I talked about it in science class, the teacher said it was silly and called me a bald faced liar in front of the entire class. Wouldn't even look at the article when I brought it to school as proof. She still insisted I was a liar. In 1989, the movie The Abyss, the characters used a diving suit with a liquid breathing apparatus to breathe an oxygen-rich liquid (such as a perfluorcarbon) rather than breathing air. Liquid breathing research is active today and has been proposed for use in treatment of patients with pulmonary or cardiac trauma, deep diving and space travel.
Forgot to count, but what percentage of these posts are about messed up 'teachers'?
I used to find errors on tests all the time and the teachers never wanted me to tell the other students. I lost respect for them when that happened.
I was at a house party in college and we had to take off our shoes. Some b**** walked home in my leather knee high boots and I’ve never gotten over it.
Edit: for clarity, she left her dirty ass shoes behind for me to go home with, so thanks I guess you shoe-thieving wrench.
That reminds me the sex and the city episode where kari experienced the same thing! I hope your shoes were not Manolos costing 450$!
I had never actually imagined this scenario happening before. Perhaps hosts that require shoes off might learn something: Be certain that guests are aware of the requirement prior to the date so that they can alter their fashion choices to correspond (to look good with and without shoes). Offering to put particularly expensive shoes away from prying eyes. Finally, if, after taking these precautions, if something still happens, offer to compensate or share in the expense.
I would come in slippers then switch to another cleaner pair that I'll keep in my purse to keep the previous pair in.
Load More Replies...This same thing happened to me but I had some brand new black heels that were expensive. She left behind her slip on shoes but I couldn't prove who's they were because I didn't know every person at the party (in my mid 20s at a friends house)
Similar thing happened to someone i know. Hiking in the mountain and sleeping in a mountain lodge/refuge with shared bedroom with bunk beds. In the morning his hiking boots gone but instead another pair with obvious bigger size left unclaimed. Guy puts them on and frantikly looks around the lodge for someone wearing his shoes. Finally finds another dude wearing them who didnt even realize they were too small 😅
I missed out on recognition at my schools big academic assembly for arguably the most important academic results one gets in their schooling career (in my state in Australia) because the teacher I had sent my results to didn't pass on the news.
It's been years and it still fills me with such exasperation.
When I was a kid, about 10 years old or so, I was practicing rhythmic gymnastics at school. Have to say I wasn't specially bad at it, but definitely not one of the good ones. At the end-year exhibition (sorry, don't know the proper way to say it in English) the coaches were giving trophies to some of the girls, but I wasn't given one Turns out they forgot to say my name, but I did have a trophy (for being a hard worker, not for being good... :)) . Coach gave it to me afterwards, but the fact that no one knew that I had been worthy of a trophy, always made me sad. Besides, some girls even made a little fun of me thinking I had "stolen" the trophy, as I wasn't given one during the ceremony
I finished high school in NSW and for the ONE year that I was doing my final exams, my school decided to change the way the prize was awarded specifically so that I wouldn't get it. I was neck and neck with a kid who'd been at the school her whole life, and I'd only come in the last few years. Eventually, I beat her by 0.5 of a ranking band, but by then it was all over - my year had moved on and the school had totally forgotten us. The kicker was that they handed out the award the next year, when everyone had left, so if I wanted it, I had to go back and get it. Really got adulthood off to a shitty start.
in HS I worked hard to get on the honor roll and be in the honor society. When it came to graduation, they left my name off the list and also didn't announce it along with my name. They claim i didn't do a certain amount of community service hours. the part that gets me is I did the hours and got permission to do them during school hours as there was major flooding in our area and seniors were asked to help. Many of the other honor society kids were with me as we got bussed or carpooled. Still pissed off about this 20+ years later.
I thought missing out on special graduation honors in high school because I missed too many days of school was bad.
I hope you went to her and stood close staring until she made some comment..she knew after the event!!!
It was the 3rd grade. I said a joke. Made the “popular” kid laugh really hard but only he heard it. Made me feel great. Then he repeated the joke louder and literally the entire class AND the teacher laughed. 3rd grade me was so mad.
And before that, it was an episode on MASH. Hawkeye told BJ the joke, BJ told others and got a huge laugh. Hawkeye was incensed.
Load More Replies...In middle school, this kid used to sit in front of me in math class and would hear me say jokes to my friend, and then he would say them out loud in social studies the next day.
Dang that would be insulting and he did not say you told him the joke of course..
This still happens to me pretty frequently (I'm 42). They get the momentary laugh, but I get to be quiet and funny as sh*t.
When my old boss pulled out the 2020 calendar (in late 2019) and asked everyone what days off they need so we can plan ahead and around. Everyone was spitting off dates. I didn’t have any plans yet so I didn’t request anything until she specifically asked me if I needed/wanted any dates off.
I shrugged and asked for ONE day around my birthday because why not, and she started mocking me in front of everyone. “It’s just a 23rd birthday, why would you need that off? But ooookkkk ....” obviously rolling her eyes, then started treating me like an idiot the rest of the day.
You know what? I’m leaving this post because it’s making me so mad. I don’t want my blood to boil anymore. Goodbye
Good for you, these posts are bad for my health but I'm addicted to them!
Load More Replies...Birthdays are important that Karen probably never had anyone come to her birthday
Old boss can gargle the tainted neither regions of a rabid goat with a raging case of the clap...
Off topic, but horribly disgusting insult. Visualizing it makes you gag, not to mention imagining the smell. I'm gonna steal it for later use. Thanks!
Load More Replies...The boss why you leave the job. If that far ahead..maybe she caught covid with her attitude to laughing at others and you didn't on your 23rd?cHappy Birthday anyhow. She was not important anyhow.
I never work on my birthday. Have been at my organisation for 12 years and have had that day off every year without issue. Most of us do the same and I'd be pissed if someone sassed me for it
When I was 21, I was deeply self-conscious about my baldness and I wore a hat everywhere. A friend of mine thought I was worried over nothing, so he set me up on a date with a wonderful woman.
Everything went well at first, but when the hat came off, she shrieked and sprinted to the bathroom. And that was that.
But everybody has a preference. If they r not taking disvantage of someone, I don't know how wrong it is. Everybody wants a beautiful partner both inside and out.
Load More Replies...yep. even if they don't, though, that's no excuse to scream and run away. she was incredibly rude and hurtful
Load More Replies...She wasn't so "wonderful" after all - you had a lucky escape. (but I'm sorry it happened to you anyway)
A child in my child’s class at school told their teacher that their mom was taking them out of school for the day of their birthday and so they would be absent on that day. The teacher admonished the child and told them that if they weren’t present the following day that there would be hell to pay. The child was rightly upset and decided to go into school, they hadn’t taken down their homework properly and so did three different pages of work. It was the wrong work. The teacher locked the child in the classroom over lunch, on their birthday.
The Law states that kids Must attend school. Even Birthdays are not permitted to be absent,. Stinks, I know.
Load More Replies...I'm not quite sure how I feel about getting pulled out of class for a birthday. Then again, people go on vacations with their kids and take them out of school, and do home work... so... okay. But it also sounds like that teacher is an authoritarian jerkass, which is weirdly common in grade school.
Yeah the teacher was mean but I've never heard of anyone getting to take a day off just because it's their birthday.
Linzaj what does a child taking mental health days have to do w her job one day? Mental health is just as important as physical health. Please don't say it's not. If one day when she gets a job if she needs to take a sick day bc she's suffering mentally then yes she will take a sick day. How is that wrong or hard to believe?
Load More Replies...That's false imprisonment AND putting your child at risk should there be a fire. I would have sued.
I will forever grateful to my granny who stood up for me when a 6th grade teacher accused me of fake-reading. I was taught to read by my granny. She ripped him appart.
That my 6th grade teacher refused to believe I had no idea the dude sitting behind me was copying my answers on the test
Clearly not doing their job. When I took tests in school, teachers walked around the classroom to make sure that didn't happen.
Load More Replies...Over your shoulder. Its one of the best places to sit to copy, particularly if the desks are inclined.
Load More Replies...This is not new!!!! So many cheats do this..but in the end they grow cup too and can't copy any more. That teacher was foolish and ignorant of kids and their ploys too.
She was facing him and you had your back to him, but YOU were the one who should have caught it? WTF?
My brother eating the remainder of my birthday cake behind my back a couple of years ago. After the celebrations I put what was left in the freezer to have some other time as a nice treat (birthday cake being a novelty). The fu**** demolished every last bit of it.
This wasn't just a little slice of cake leftover, at least half of the cake remained until he got his mitts on it. Was absolutely fuming.
You do not save a dessert for later when there are siblings in the house!! That's a law
Only when the parents doesn’t give a f**k about parenting. Mine made us replace the stolen sweets, we quickly learned not to do it.
Load More Replies...An...incident in my house resulted in the rule that if someone provided/owns a food item they always get the last piece. The rest of the food item is first come first serve unless stated otherwise by the owner (can be vetoed if it’s ridiculous, like the owner can’t say they’re going to eat their whole birthday cake by themselves) If the rule is broken the thief gets their ass kicked and must replace the food item in its entirety. The replacement "belongs" to the plantiff as a replacement and they also get its last piece. Birthday cakes are owned by the birthday person, homemade food is owned by the cook/baker, restaurant leftovers are owned by the person who ordered (not who bought it, but they have to be given a bite if requested), and food given to the family is split evenly. So far nobody has broken the rule xD
If he had asked and you said no he probably would have licked it all over and put salt on it anyway.
Either he was high and had the munchies, or he wanted to deliberately hurt you. Nice guy.
oops must have ben great cake.. you should have eaten it yourself..and after all brothers have few boundaries when it comes to food in community storage
When I was in high school someone tagged up the school. They announced there would be a reward for anyone who rats anyone out. I get called in the office and find out I’m suspended for vandalization. I didn’t do it and had no idea who. 4 days later I’m allowed to come back to school because they found who actually did it. I just got an apology.
I was almost kicked out of school for literally watching some kids smash a class window. The teacher justified the punishment saying ' well.... you should have stopped them.' The kids were twice my size.
Should have stopped them my a**e...when did you become the police?
Load More Replies...Ah yes then when you try to stop them you get suspended for even longer. Because no one should fight and if you try to defend you get in trouble... Shm
On the upside you got to miss 4 days of school.. dont downvote me I'm just saying that every cloud has a silver lining
Got falsely accused of graffiti. Had to sit in the girls vp s office after school. Never knew who did it and never an apology.
Ironic thing is, the adults kind of vandalized you so good bet it was their kids following in their footsteps that tagged up the school.
What else could they have done.given you a prize for misunderstood..this is one of those always unfair blame , but at least the real vandal was revealed. So your win!!
When I was a freshman in college my mom gave my car to my jailbird brother (every time he got out she’d scrape a bunch of stuff together for his “fresh start”) without ever running it by me. He showed up to my school, changed the battery for me, and then drove away in it. He didn’t tell me his intentions beforehand so it wasn’t until then that I caught on. As he drove off I called my mom and she just said “I’ll help you with a new one.” He moved out of state with that car, wrecked it within weeks, and has since gone back to jail multiple times. Neither of them have given me a sincere apology to this day
I'm back to this one. My family bullied me into loaning my younger sister my amplifier and speakers (because I had a new set) and a piece of furniture from my room. This sister was going away to college and needed stuff to take with her. Instead of getting her stuff of her own, or bringing her stuff? I don't get it. Still don't. I was resistant to loaning these things because this sister had a history of not taking care of things. One day I was told that my parents went out to where she was living to move her from one shitty apartment to a less shitty apartment (she refused to live on campus, but could have). In the process, my furniture, amp, and speakers were all either lost or outright abandoned. There has NEVER been an apology from ANYONE. YES I still hold this against them. So many other things have happened to solidify that THIS is how little respect my family have for me.
That's pretty bad, sorry you went through that. A-holes.
Load More Replies...I told my much younger step sister and her mother not to use my stereo. It was expensive, a gift I could not replace, etc. If needed my adult son knew how to use it. "Well if he can use it, so can I." She said and turned it incorrectly, severely damaging the receiver. Her mother told me my step sister was upset and I should comfort her.?!?! 10 years later I could afford to get it fixed. On the way there, my mother yanked a blanket out of the car, and it fell into the street. And this is why nobody is invited here but my son. Why do I need cheer up the person who ignored my instructions and broke something important.
If your son has been to jail multiple times, he needs to work for his fresh starts. The mother's making it worse by making him think he can do whatever he wants with no negative effect.
Your car, or your parents' car that they let you drive? If it was registered to you I'd have let them know I was reporting it stolen.
One plus you got to college he jail..you bought a better car even if later, but he still stole one and off to jail. Who had the real future? I can totally understand your outrage , especially as your mother seemed to favour the bad boy child. Very understandable.
Skittles changing green from lime to apple
Why isn't this higher? I'm still mad about this, and the fact that the packaging says "original" on it...
What if they came out with an "Oops! ...All Lime!" bag? :-)
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Years ago a guy I worked with said he could guess the age of any girl in line. I pointed out the girl closest to us who was a tween and ask what's her age. He then called me a pedo for asking him to guess the age of a girl.
Edit: I should note this job was at an amusement park where some people literally had the job of guessing ages/weights/heights.
I was a very short up until I hit puberty. We went to a park where they had the Guess Your Weight or Age guy, and my mom told him to guess my weight. I argued that he should guess my age, but she wouldn't hear of it, and he guessed my weight pretty much on the dot. I asked him how old he thought I was, just for fun, and he guessed I was four years younger than I actually was. I missed out on a stuffed animal, damnit!
Was his name Dory? Cause Dory cant remember what she did 3 seconds ago
When I was in high school, I entered a book quiz and one of the books I chose was Demon Thief by Darren Shan. During the quiz, I was asked what was the main characteristic of the demonata summoned by the punk during the concert. I said it had three heads. Wrong. The answer was that it had a dyed mohawk. Except it was the punk that summoned it that had the mohawk, not the damned demonata! I lost a point because the question-setter could either not read, not write, or couldn't remember the book correctly.
I suppose that in order to REALLY understand this post, one must have read Demon Thief. Because honestly, the top of my head is burning where it all flew right past my brain.
Lol! It took me a few reads but I think I got it: What was the most notable trait of the demon that the boy summoned. He answered the demon had 3 heads. But was told “wrong! The correct answer is it had a Mohawk”. OP reports the boy was the one with the Mohawk not the demon.
Load More Replies...Moron shouldn't be testing if he can't understand the difference between summoner and summoned. That's like saying the main characteristic of a crossroads demon is being named Winchester brothers.
When I was in elementary school, we had a system where reading books earned you points, and the bigger/more advanced the book, the more points it was worth. I don't even remember now what the damn points got you, I just remember reading Gone With the Wind because it was the biggest book I could find, and when I took the test to earn the points, I got ONE answer wrong - because the test itself was wrong. Tried to argue it with the librarian, but she dgaf. I stayed big mad over not getting my perfect score after reading that tome.
With the stories I hear about America, I'm surprised that they allowed you to read Demon Thief in high school
my mum ate a candy I saved for after school. it happened 20 years ago
My mum used to bite the heads off my chocolate Easter rabbits. Every. Damn. Year. It became a battle of wits once I started hiding them from her. She always found them. In the end, it became a tradition. I miss that evil little bunny decapitator.
Bless your heart for finding the fun and love in a uniquely "Me & Mom" way. Kind of like my mom always falling asleep before giving up the reciprocal back rubs. Moms...
Load More Replies...I kinda had a similar problem. So when I was in 4th grade, I traded something for candy. (the thing is that I really didn't buy candy) So when I got home, I realized that the candy wasn't in my backpack. (I checked it 5 times) The next day, I realized my fr-enemy had taken it. I was pretty mad and was about to tell the teacher but he just appeared in front of my face and started begging me not to and he ended up paying me the old style matchbox toy cars he was bragging about. (note: We traded and used toy cars like money lol) Im okay with it but still a little mad.
I'm still salty at my mom for eating a whole tub of my favorite ice cream. Which I didn't even get to eat😭✋
If your kid brings home candy dont eat it unless they tell you you can.
I totally empathise with Mum she was saving you from holes in your great teeth and getting overweight!! However.. Mum, you were a lolly nicker.
So, If I were you I'll be happy and I'll never hide anything from my mom. Our mom's gave us everything so it's okay if she eats your chocolate cheap.
When I had to get photos printed for a university project so I went to a printer shop and they charged me £2 extra for a DVD with my photos on even though I told them I didn't want the DVD so I didn't get it but they still charged me anyways and threw away my receipt before I could look at it. So with my new photos I went to hand in my project, only to be told that we were doing a peer review of them..... no-one in my group did the project and couldn't care less about it. So I wasted all that time and effort. Still so so salty.
That project sounded like doom right from the start..you were so ripped off too!!..
In third grade we were supposed to draw a poster to advertise a real or imagined event. I could draw snoopy pretty well so I did a whole landscape with snoopy and left a square in the grass white and signed my name there. Eventually I decided that while the drawing as decent, it didn't really have much to do with the event so I threw it away and made another poster that was a little more on point. The teacher posted all of the pictures and my snoopy poster was there with my name colored over and signed by "carl" who obviously pulled it out of the garbage. I told the teacher that it was my poster and she asked carl if he drew it and carl said "yes". I told her that we should both draw snoopy so that I could prove that I drew it but she didn't want to "embarass" carl, but it was ok to call me a liar!
i spend a lot of time on a project. It got handed back to me filled with remarks in red, because my teacher did not believe a child my age would know the words i ussed. ( Dutch)
My family had a PS1 when I was little and we had quite some games, some of them are pretty expensive nowadays. Well, at some point the PS1 broke and my mom gave away all games. "There is no point in keeping the games if you can't play them." Jokes on her, I bought a used PS1 about 2 years ago. Now I have to rebuy all games we had.
My mom threw away my comic collection when I went to university. When I came home to visit after first semester, my comics were all gone. I had a full collection of Mafalda (argentinian), Garfield, some Calvin and Hobbes, Blondie, Mr. Abernathy and others. Her excuse? Those were for kids and I was at uni now. The sad thing was that she gave them to paper recycling! Still hurts.
My family was moving interstate, while we were moving I was away volunteering at a summer camp for disabled children. A year before my Aunt, who worked for a record label, gifted me the entire sighted collection of AC/DC vinyls including a copy of High Volatage sighed by Bon Scott. My mother sold the whole lot for 5 bucks at a garage sale despite my Aunt saying in front of us all when gifting for me to look after them as they were valuable. Apparently metal music is a bad influence and needed to be gotten rid of. I am 100 times more successful than my parents still listen to Metal and am definitely still salty
I had a Nintendo 8 bits growing up and had a LOT of games. When I got older I never played anymore so I lent it to my younger cousin. When I wanted it back like two years later she denied that I ever lent it to her. To this day I don't know if she really believes that or she's outright lying (I'm sure she's lying. B****.)
I bought my son a PS1 for Christmas when they came out. One of the games that came with it was Final Fantasy 7. I have been hooked on Final Fantasy since.
I once got a copy of Earthbound, with the book and a lot of extras that came with the game. My mom threw out the book and the rest of the extras when I wasn't around. Turns out the game cartridge is worth $6000, but only if you have the book...
I had a large Barbie collection including 3 originals and several specialty ones. I had been living and working overseas and told my mom I intended to sell them when I returned. Several months later I returned to the US expecting to have $25-30,000 available to set up my new life. My mother told me she had loaned them to someone and couldn't remember who she loaned them to. The rest of her life she maintained she didn't know who had them. It still pi$$es me off and she's been dead 15 years.
I was having fun with a new party-type game on the PS1 and was giggling and stuff you do when happy. Apparently happy giggles bothered my dad so much that he stomped upstairs, shovd me out of the room and snapped the disk. Still have not been able to find a copy of the game for less than £75 now, it was £150 at one point.
My husband is still mad at his mom for tossing his collection of baseball cards while he was serving in Vietnam. He had some good ones, too. Moms do that, unfortunately, and I'm surprised they never understand because you know someone had to have done it to them growing up, too!
I'm still salty about my dad giving away our ps1 to my cousin, I never got to finish Spyro!
Avatar, the giant international blockbuster, used the papyrus font as it's logo.
There is a hilarious skit on SNL with Ryan Gosling about exactly this. I don't know how to link it, but it should be easy to Google (I just typed in "they used papyrus" and it came up as the first video)
Papyrus as in undertale or papyrus as in the writing/scroll thing
Papyrus the font. I am happy you though undertale papyrus tho.
Load More Replies...For me it was at junior school probably aged about 7 or 8. In a science experiment lesson we were told to make little boats by putting little sails on bottle corks using cocktail sticks as masts to see whether we could get them to "sail" across a pond. Obviously they won't because a cylindrical cork just immediately rolls over when the centre of gravity is too high. I can't even remember what the teacher was even trying to prove with this task because I immediately knew they wouldn't stand up. All the kids spent ages trying to balance their unstable little cork boats without success. So I got another cocktail stick, stuck a blob of chewing gum on the end of it to made a keel to counterbalance the sail. It worked- the cork boat remained upright. Instead of being congratulated for the solution, I got in to trouble for having chewing gum and was forced to go back to my desk and do written work instead of fun experiments. That was 30 years ago and I remember it like yesterday.
Ah, Man! Punished for being brighter than the teacher.
Load More Replies...I have two one is my sisters friend when I was 9 told me if I gave her my candy bar I would get to meet Michael Jackson. The second, is when my son was a baby about a month old and I was only 14 I had to take him to the emergency room. I checked him in and we went and sat in the waiting room and next thing I look up and the police are there. The front desk nurse called the police believing that I had kidnapped him. Not because i was very young but because i am half black and white and he is white and couldnt of possibly been my baby. My mother was at work and she had a hard time getting them to let her leave so we sat there for hours, because they wouldnt let us leave with out her coming to pick us up. they didnt take her ID or ask for anything from her, I guess the fact that she is white also made them okay with letting us leave. I will never forget that day and it wasnt my first time experiencing something so horrifying that had to do with race, it is the one that scared me the most.
Approved. I had to drive her to the building to pick everything up for Xmas. She literally got over $5000 in gift cards, plus clothes for everyone, toys, etc. It was infuriating, but she said don't worry about Xmas and that she would get my boys presents cuz she never had before,and she knew I was flat broke after paying deposits, buying furniture, etc. This was the year I had to break it to my small sons that there wasn't a Santa Claus. Xmas morning, I made a big breakfast, cuz that was all I could do for them for Xmas. Got them ready to go to my mom's for Xmas. I'm not expecting a lot, hell 1-2 gifts per son I would've been happy. Get there, my mom has my nephew's show my boys everything they got. Gaming systems, clothes, bikes, u name it. My poor sons are trying not to be sad. My mom says, wait let me get their gift. She came out with ONE gift. A f*****g $5 candy land game for my boys to share. I thought she was joking at first. My boys have tears in their eyes, they don't understa
I am so so sorry your children went through That, it's so harsh. How can they understand at such a young age that they have done nothing wrong? My mum heart is feeling fierce, as I'm sure you must have felt also!
Load More Replies...I'm still mad at my mum's friend and at my mum for not believing me on this one. Back in the days there were no cellphones. I was in vacation at my mothers friend place and took a bus everyday to the beach. One day i missed the last one to go back to her place. I managed to go to one of my friends camping site desk, ask to borrow the phone to ask her to pick me up because i missed my bus. "Oh i can't i'm busy, that's an half an hour drive" and that was it. I was 13/14 and alone for a day. I slept with my friend at her camping site , her father was a cop, i was safe. The day after when i came out the camping site to take my bus, 4 policemen stopped me, asked me my name and then yelled at me because a helicopter was searching me all this time. I WAS SHOCKED! DAMN. I did everything right, i called right after missing my bus, i managed to find somewhere safe... and then i was yelled at because my mum's friend turned me down? Still now my mother believe that i missed the bus on purpose. I DID NOT!
So she let a 13/14 year old girl take a bus to the beach alone that takes probably over 2 hours (when she has to drive 1,5h without the stops).
Load More Replies...First year of high school, English class. I decided to confront my anxiety and volunteered to be the one to write suggestions on the board (I don't remember what the actual activity was). Someone said "scene" and I started writing "seen", realized my mistake, erased it, and promptly completely forgot how to spell "scene". The teacher said "Can we get someone up here who can actually spell?" and I sat down, totally embarrassed. Thanks, grown woman, for making a 14 year old girl feel even more like an outcast.
I keep remembering other horrible stories involving her. Mrs. Brusek from Whitney Young in Chicago. SHAME! (Admins, if I'm not allowed to name people, please delete.)
Load More Replies...Understand why my nephew's got all that, cuz they all had asshole attitudes, and my sons are her grandsons too. My boys had no freaking interest in candy land. It was a gift given to her, she didn't even buy it herself. I told my son's to go to the truck. Then I cussed my mom out. I was furious, I told her that we would NEVER be coming back for Xmas again. And I wouldn't have put my kids thru the mental fuckery had I known. I reminded her that my boys were her grandsons also, and how f****d up it was. My boys got nothing for Xmas that year, not even a Xmas tree. And they were all under 6. I still get pissed the f**k off thinking about it. Cuz their fathers family never did s**t for them either,cuz I'm white. I apologize for the novel...
No apologies needed. That is so messed up. There are so many instances in so many lives (as evidenced here) that people are far better off dumping the toxic parents. Life is easier and less dramatic without them. It drives them crazy when you stand up to them. Your still the "child". Theyre the boss because they're the parent. Nope. Kids don't need to be exposed to that. Some people maintain about them knowing their grandparents. Not if they're like that. I guarantee you that at some point in their lives a "chosen" grandparent will come along and be loving and generous and kind. The woman who "raised my mom" was never my grandmother. Another wonderful lady was. Always will be.
Load More Replies...It was at the very first History class at first grade. The teacher asked the whole class at which year our country was founded. No one had a clue so the class was dead silent. So he picked me out of 40 kids to answer the question. As soon as I have a random answer (1 year before the correct year) the teacher laughed out loud. Finger pointing at me, he said “wow, so freaking stupid! Are you really that stupid that you don’t know when our country was founded?!” I was 6. Still have anxiety now if someone calls my name to answer questions publicly.
I have a natural ability at writing. Wrote an essay on the life of a child in a particular country in Africa. Teacher thought it was written too well for a 7th grader, gave me an F with a giant red "plagiarized!" in the margin. Even after asking her to explain how I found a story that fit the assignment so exactly (pre-internet days) she refused to budge. Still a bit angry about that.
Something similar happened to me in the 5th grade. I wrote an essay on "Norooz", the Iranian New Year, explaining the traditions and their symbolism. I read it to the whole class and the teacher asked "where did you get all this info on history and symbolism?" I said I read it in several books and articles. She said "ah then you didn't write it yourself!" It's called research, bitch.
Load More Replies...Still bitter at my secondary school. It's still in dispute but pretty much ignored by this point being 18 years ago, and I now have an MA so it's pretty pointless but their misreporting mucked up a lot of stuff for ten years. They claimed that I had only achieved three GCSEs, with five being the expected minimum. I didn't get three though, I got eleven. I have all my certificates clearly showing eleven, my summary certificate states eleven, the exam board states eleven, every single record states eleven. My school reported to everyone that it was three, told people publicly that it was three, created a huge dispute between them/college/exam board by claiming it was three, tried to tar me at my first three jobs by claiming that I was lying about my education despite having an ND and four A-levels which rendered my GCSEs pretty much moot. Tried having at my university too until the uni told them to bog off because I was 26 by that point so my results were meaningless.
What did you do to them? Kidnapped and killed their child? The persistence...
Load More Replies...When I was 13 yrs old, I had a large stack of 45's records from my dad, from the jukebox in the bar that he owned. While I was at my dad's house visiting, my mom let my aunt take every record I owned with her as she left to go out of state and three decades later, I still haven't gotten anything back. They moved back home within a year but it's always been, they're in storage ,still packed somewhere. The saddest part is, that they've probably been sitting in a box in her storage room, in her house, but she's just too lazy to look for them. I lost my dad at 23, I really would've loved to had them back.
For me it was at junior school probably aged about 7 or 8. In a science experiment lesson we were told to make little boats by putting little sails on bottle corks using cocktail sticks as masts to see whether we could get them to "sail" across a pond. Obviously they won't because a cylindrical cork just immediately rolls over when the centre of gravity is too high. I can't even remember what the teacher was even trying to prove with this task because I immediately knew they wouldn't stand up. All the kids spent ages trying to balance their unstable little cork boats without success. So I got another cocktail stick, stuck a blob of chewing gum on the end of it to made a keel to counterbalance the sail. It worked- the cork boat remained upright. Instead of being congratulated for the solution, I got in to trouble for having chewing gum and was forced to go back to my desk and do written work instead of fun experiments. That was 30 years ago and I remember it like yesterday.
Ah, Man! Punished for being brighter than the teacher.
Load More Replies...I have two one is my sisters friend when I was 9 told me if I gave her my candy bar I would get to meet Michael Jackson. The second, is when my son was a baby about a month old and I was only 14 I had to take him to the emergency room. I checked him in and we went and sat in the waiting room and next thing I look up and the police are there. The front desk nurse called the police believing that I had kidnapped him. Not because i was very young but because i am half black and white and he is white and couldnt of possibly been my baby. My mother was at work and she had a hard time getting them to let her leave so we sat there for hours, because they wouldnt let us leave with out her coming to pick us up. they didnt take her ID or ask for anything from her, I guess the fact that she is white also made them okay with letting us leave. I will never forget that day and it wasnt my first time experiencing something so horrifying that had to do with race, it is the one that scared me the most.
Approved. I had to drive her to the building to pick everything up for Xmas. She literally got over $5000 in gift cards, plus clothes for everyone, toys, etc. It was infuriating, but she said don't worry about Xmas and that she would get my boys presents cuz she never had before,and she knew I was flat broke after paying deposits, buying furniture, etc. This was the year I had to break it to my small sons that there wasn't a Santa Claus. Xmas morning, I made a big breakfast, cuz that was all I could do for them for Xmas. Got them ready to go to my mom's for Xmas. I'm not expecting a lot, hell 1-2 gifts per son I would've been happy. Get there, my mom has my nephew's show my boys everything they got. Gaming systems, clothes, bikes, u name it. My poor sons are trying not to be sad. My mom says, wait let me get their gift. She came out with ONE gift. A f*****g $5 candy land game for my boys to share. I thought she was joking at first. My boys have tears in their eyes, they don't understa
I am so so sorry your children went through That, it's so harsh. How can they understand at such a young age that they have done nothing wrong? My mum heart is feeling fierce, as I'm sure you must have felt also!
Load More Replies...I'm still mad at my mum's friend and at my mum for not believing me on this one. Back in the days there were no cellphones. I was in vacation at my mothers friend place and took a bus everyday to the beach. One day i missed the last one to go back to her place. I managed to go to one of my friends camping site desk, ask to borrow the phone to ask her to pick me up because i missed my bus. "Oh i can't i'm busy, that's an half an hour drive" and that was it. I was 13/14 and alone for a day. I slept with my friend at her camping site , her father was a cop, i was safe. The day after when i came out the camping site to take my bus, 4 policemen stopped me, asked me my name and then yelled at me because a helicopter was searching me all this time. I WAS SHOCKED! DAMN. I did everything right, i called right after missing my bus, i managed to find somewhere safe... and then i was yelled at because my mum's friend turned me down? Still now my mother believe that i missed the bus on purpose. I DID NOT!
So she let a 13/14 year old girl take a bus to the beach alone that takes probably over 2 hours (when she has to drive 1,5h without the stops).
Load More Replies...First year of high school, English class. I decided to confront my anxiety and volunteered to be the one to write suggestions on the board (I don't remember what the actual activity was). Someone said "scene" and I started writing "seen", realized my mistake, erased it, and promptly completely forgot how to spell "scene". The teacher said "Can we get someone up here who can actually spell?" and I sat down, totally embarrassed. Thanks, grown woman, for making a 14 year old girl feel even more like an outcast.
I keep remembering other horrible stories involving her. Mrs. Brusek from Whitney Young in Chicago. SHAME! (Admins, if I'm not allowed to name people, please delete.)
Load More Replies...Understand why my nephew's got all that, cuz they all had asshole attitudes, and my sons are her grandsons too. My boys had no freaking interest in candy land. It was a gift given to her, she didn't even buy it herself. I told my son's to go to the truck. Then I cussed my mom out. I was furious, I told her that we would NEVER be coming back for Xmas again. And I wouldn't have put my kids thru the mental fuckery had I known. I reminded her that my boys were her grandsons also, and how f****d up it was. My boys got nothing for Xmas that year, not even a Xmas tree. And they were all under 6. I still get pissed the f**k off thinking about it. Cuz their fathers family never did s**t for them either,cuz I'm white. I apologize for the novel...
No apologies needed. That is so messed up. There are so many instances in so many lives (as evidenced here) that people are far better off dumping the toxic parents. Life is easier and less dramatic without them. It drives them crazy when you stand up to them. Your still the "child". Theyre the boss because they're the parent. Nope. Kids don't need to be exposed to that. Some people maintain about them knowing their grandparents. Not if they're like that. I guarantee you that at some point in their lives a "chosen" grandparent will come along and be loving and generous and kind. The woman who "raised my mom" was never my grandmother. Another wonderful lady was. Always will be.
Load More Replies...It was at the very first History class at first grade. The teacher asked the whole class at which year our country was founded. No one had a clue so the class was dead silent. So he picked me out of 40 kids to answer the question. As soon as I have a random answer (1 year before the correct year) the teacher laughed out loud. Finger pointing at me, he said “wow, so freaking stupid! Are you really that stupid that you don’t know when our country was founded?!” I was 6. Still have anxiety now if someone calls my name to answer questions publicly.
I have a natural ability at writing. Wrote an essay on the life of a child in a particular country in Africa. Teacher thought it was written too well for a 7th grader, gave me an F with a giant red "plagiarized!" in the margin. Even after asking her to explain how I found a story that fit the assignment so exactly (pre-internet days) she refused to budge. Still a bit angry about that.
Something similar happened to me in the 5th grade. I wrote an essay on "Norooz", the Iranian New Year, explaining the traditions and their symbolism. I read it to the whole class and the teacher asked "where did you get all this info on history and symbolism?" I said I read it in several books and articles. She said "ah then you didn't write it yourself!" It's called research, bitch.
Load More Replies...Still bitter at my secondary school. It's still in dispute but pretty much ignored by this point being 18 years ago, and I now have an MA so it's pretty pointless but their misreporting mucked up a lot of stuff for ten years. They claimed that I had only achieved three GCSEs, with five being the expected minimum. I didn't get three though, I got eleven. I have all my certificates clearly showing eleven, my summary certificate states eleven, the exam board states eleven, every single record states eleven. My school reported to everyone that it was three, told people publicly that it was three, created a huge dispute between them/college/exam board by claiming it was three, tried to tar me at my first three jobs by claiming that I was lying about my education despite having an ND and four A-levels which rendered my GCSEs pretty much moot. Tried having at my university too until the uni told them to bog off because I was 26 by that point so my results were meaningless.
What did you do to them? Kidnapped and killed their child? The persistence...
Load More Replies...When I was 13 yrs old, I had a large stack of 45's records from my dad, from the jukebox in the bar that he owned. While I was at my dad's house visiting, my mom let my aunt take every record I owned with her as she left to go out of state and three decades later, I still haven't gotten anything back. They moved back home within a year but it's always been, they're in storage ,still packed somewhere. The saddest part is, that they've probably been sitting in a box in her storage room, in her house, but she's just too lazy to look for them. I lost my dad at 23, I really would've loved to had them back.
