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“What Are You STILL Salty About?: 30 People Share Their Worst Injustice Moments In Life
You may have heard that the best way to get over a past wrong is to forgive the perpetrator. But as with most things in life, that's usually much easier said than done. No matter if we need to pardon ourselves or someone else.
To explore these difficult situations (and hopefully learn a thing or two that would help to deal with them), let's take a look at a few Reddit threads (one and two) that asked people what bitter experiences do they remain salty about no matter how much time passes by.
We can't escape our past. It will always be there, following us like a shadow. If only accepting it would be as simple as flicking a light switch.
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I entered a competition where you had to be the first to type the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne.
I did it first with seconds to spare and was disqualified for not using the 'correct' lyrics. They apparently wanted the Americanised lyrics.
I'm Scottish. The song is Scottish.
I will never not be angry when I think about it.
That I’m required to have a masters degree to be a full librarian while someone who has never spent a day in a classroom, whose CHILDREN have never spent a day in a public school classroom can be appointed Secretary of Education
For those who don’t know this comment is clearly referencing Betsy DeVos the U.S. Secretary of Education appointed by Trump. You can see just a sample of the bad things she did here https://www.eclectablog.com/2018/12/the-top-five-worst-things-betsy-devos-has-done-since-she-took-office.html
The fact that Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize in 2007 against a woman who saved the most children in the Holocaust. That pisses me off like nothing else.
When I was a kid, my a*****e neighbour ran over my cat who was sleeping under his car. I begged and cried to just let me pull him out but he refused. He wasn't even sorry afterwards. It still hurts 20 years later
I am so sorry for you and I hope that bastard get the carma they deserv
We used to play Candyland all the time at the babysitters. One time I drew the Snow Queen and the babysitter said "it's too early for that card," and made me put it back in the deck and draw again." Her daughter drew the Snow Queen a few turns later and the babysitter lit up like "oOOooO Snow Queen!!!" and moved her piece. I was 4, but will never forget.
So in the 4th grade, a teacher made me stay after school to finish a project I had forgotten about. Now in my household, having to stay after school for whatever reason usually ended up in a beating because you messed up and embarrassed the family. Nine year old me left the classroom an hour later absolutely terrified, tearing up because I knew when I got home I was going to get beat. The next day the teacher pulled me in front of the class, told me to never make a scene like that again and basically called me a cry baby. I've never cried in school before and I was only 9 years old - you'd think she'd question why this kid was so terrified to go home? A few months later one of my brother's teachers realized something was not right, and we were taken out of my dad's house immediately. It's a small town so I know she must have heard why. I hope she took it to heart and never treated an ab*sed kid like that again. Part of me hopes it's still on her conscience after all these years, but I recognize that's not healthy.
How awful. I hope you had/have a happier life after being away from your abuser.
I used to work for a pretty evil tech company in tech support. I was miserable only because I couldn't seem to get promoted.
I got an offer at a place only 10 minutes from my house. Same pay, free parking, and happiness.
I put my two weeks' notice in at my current job, and they were suddenly falling all over themselves to give me the promotion I had so wanted (specializing in web tracking software, which I was really good at). I agreed to stay on if they would promote me to that position.
I was young and naive, of course. They f****d me. I declined the other job offer, and then they denied me the promotion after I'd jumped through a bunch of hoops to qualify for it.
I rage-walked out of work that day. I rage-walked 9.85 miles. I was furious.
Should have got a contract written up before you turned down the other job. Hindsight is a wonderful thing lol.
I have a mom friend. Our kids don't play together anymore because I am convinced her son is a budding psycho. He would come over to play with our kids, and purposely break toys, he took all our kids lego figures and pulled the heads, bottoms, hats off and threw them around our basement. We are pretty sure he took a bunch home, as we can't find about ten of them. We went to a water park with each other, and their son vanished. We were all yelling and running everywhere looking for him, we were in the middle of making the place go into lock down when he popped out from hiding. He was hiding the whole time watching his parents freak out. The breaking point for me was this; We used to walk our kids to the library together. I pushed my youngest in a stroller, as the hills in our neighborhood are too much for her little legs. One day her son asks if he can push my kid. I tell him sure, but be careful. He takes off with the stroller, running full speed up a hill, we are yelling for him to stop, and he's laughing, not slowing at all. He reaches the top of the hill, stops running, and shoves my stroller with toddler inside it down the hilly road. Thank god the stroller veered left and hit the curb and didn't speed down the hill through the busy intersection. I was done after that. The other mom thinks I'm super uptight and that her kid is an angel. Ugh.
When I was in middle school, I played the flute and had a mullet. My flute teacher was one of those amazing teachers who stood up for me when I was bullied (I had a teacher and a bully who woulf hit me, call me names etc.) and really got me to look up to her as a person. I was also very good at the flute. 2nd chair to a girl who had been playing for years.
Final concert comes around, this solo would have made my f*****g life. 20 measures. All to myself. Front row. I practiced every day as soon as I got the music. F*****g K*LLED the audition and the girl hadn't practiced at all. But I lost it to her.
I'm a level headed guy, maybe I played off tempo or skipped a measure or something. But as I was runner up, I had to practice the part just in case the girl was absent. But as I was practicing in the sound proof room, I noticed I could hear my teacher and a bunch of girls talking.
1st chair girl: "Why didn't he get the solo? He is doing really good."
Teacher: "I can't let some funny kid with a mullet be the only person people look at. Its a good song, I don't want him to ruin it."
I dropped flute after that. Its one thing to be a guy who overcame the bullying for being a male flute player. Its another thing to have your role model undermine a passion.
How devastating. I hope you eventually took up the flute again.
who the hell gives a f*** about a mullet, when this kid obviously has the passion and talent..ugh
There are a lot of teachers who shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near children
That's horrible, I playing the flute with lots of acne, short hair, and look like a male sometimes even though I identify as a Demi-Girl, know that you looks don't matter but it's how well you play that matters. I really hope you have had some other Ba**ss flute solos and hope you still play the flute. We flutes have to stick together(:
I’m still salty about the time my music teacher in elementary school took my “dog tags”. Our mascot was a bulldog, so we had a school currency for good behavior. Once you earn them they can’t be taken away. So she gave them out to a few of us and said she didn’t want to see them or she would take them. Well we weren’t allowed to get up ( from the carpet), and I didn’t have pockets, so I hid them in my fist. This woman called on my to come up to the front of the class and answer a question. Then she saw a hint of them in my fist and took them. Still mad about it.
You should have papered her office with pictures of Ian Anderson in all his non-conformist glory. This teacher was absolutely wrong. I wish you hadn't dropped the flute. I'd jam with you anytime!
As someone who grew up in band, this breaks my heart. There are some things from middle school band that still grinds my gears to this day 26 years later.
Male flute player? Why did you get bullied for being a Male flute player?
Happens with male clarinet players too. In high school there were only 2 of us guys in the band that played clarinet (think there were 6 or 8 total clarinet players). I was learning so i could jump to sax when i had the money to get one. Was borrowing my aunts clarinet until then.
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I had to join band a little late in the year in 7th grade (I forget why) but I had been practicing the flute all summer before. Because I joined late, I had to be last chair. The boy who was first chair was a bully and said nasty things to me. When we did auditions for chair position in the middle of the school year, we swapped--I became first chair and he became last chair. I have no idea why he was even first chair to begin with. But the music teacher also later told me privately that my audition "blew everyone else out of the water" which really made my day!
The worst part about this is how the teacher told the other students - effectively encouraging them to exclude kids because of appearance. It’s one thing to do it and another thing to broadcast it to the kid’s peers.
I'm so sorry that happened to you. Sometimes people are crazy. My son played flute. He stayed after school to practice and stopped to take my call. The teacher told him never to do that again. Now, it was just my son and I. The kid says looked at the teacher knowing how my son was. My son said, "I will always answer the phone for my mom". He stayed to the end of practice and never went back. Say her on campus and reiterated.
You should take it up again just to prove you are better than that teacher could ever be!!❤️
Overheard the conversation and responded wrong. People pay image consultants for the info he got for free. He could have been a world famous flautist today except for a single haircut which would have grown back. Beat the world at its own game or spend a lifetime holding a grudge. I'm guessing he no longer has a mullet so how important was it?
I mean I'm not a fan of Mullets but if he was the more qualified person he should have gotten the solo rather than being undermined
One time I took a piece of cake to school as my lunch food. It was all I had for that day. One idiot decides because it's cake I have to share it. I explain that it's all the food I brought for this day and thus will not be sharing, he suddenly gets up and smashes his hand into my cake. I try to protect it but I was too slow. It also happened after the cafeteria closed so I had nothing to eat that day. I am still mad about that and hope that guy has a terrible job now and is unhappy. not that I hold grudes or anything
My parents kept talking about getting rid of their piano but weren’t ready to. I said that since it was the one from my childhood that I grew up playing, and I didn’t have one, I’d like to have it. They could let me know when they were ready to part with it. They said it was too much of a pain to move (we lived a block away. You could have literally rolled it out the back door and up the street) and they didn’t want me paying a mover. So I said no worries, I’ll wait as long as you like. This went on for a year. It came up almost once a week. I’d ask if I could just come get it. They said no they weren’t ready. No worries. They’d bring it over sometime.
Then one day I came over and the piano was gone. I asked what was up and they said my cousin, who lives 3 hours away, had been looking for one for her daughters, so my dad had loaded it up into a truck he rented and personally delivered it.
My parents claimed they didn’t think I was interested in it.
This is why my grandfather insisted on putting people's names on things they wanted as inheritance- he had been told by his mother he would inherit a particular piece of furniture, until right before her death she game it to an auntie of his.
During fifth grade kickball I was wrongfully called out because this sh*thead kid was blocking the base. We work for the same company now, different departments. I can't help but give him the side eye when I see him in the hallway. I'm 40.
My mother once deliberately scheduled a family trip to Disney World so that I couldn't go.
In Reception (First Grade for non UK based people) we were in a circle and the teacher (Mrs Brown) asked us to go around the circle and for everyone to name a fruit. When it got to me i said 'Sharon Fruit' (which is also called a Persimmon), Mrs Brown told me not to make up names if i didn't have one and everyone laughed at me even though it is 100% a real fruit.
That was probably 20 years ago and i still get annoyed about it now.
My daughter has just discovered persimmons. Not something I have ever bought coz I hate the texture of them and they are expensive. Never heard them being called Sharon fruit before.
During dinner time as a child (around 6-9ish) my 3 siblings and I would have to finish our plates then ask our Mam for permission to leave the table, presumably to go do some dumb 6 year old stuff.
One time we had pasta and tuna (my favourite) so i wolfed it down in record time, strolled into the living room with my head held high and my chest puffed out, to inform my mother that It was time for me to be excused to go play Cool Spot on the Sega Megadrive.
As she followed me back into the dining room my plate was miraculously full of pasta and my older brother's was completely spotless, and despite my pleading for her to see reason my brother got to go upstairs and claim the Megadrive for himself and I had to sit through another helping of inedible pasta (since he had diabolically covered it in enough salt to dry up my tears).
I later found out that he had "paid off" my younger brother and sister to back him up with the promise of listening to his new Busted CD.
To this day I feel as though i harbour resentment towards him for his betrayal.
My family went on holiday without me three years in a row when I was a teenager. Aged 16, my mum booked the holiday for when I was sitting my GCSEs so couldn't possibly go. She says we'll go somewhere good the next year. Next year rolls around and she books it for the week I have my AS levels and my driving test (test was booked 3 months in advance as waiting lists were so long). Following year she booked it for when I was doing my A levels. I was royally pissed that one week I could do with my mother's support she was gone. My friends had parents bringing them revision snacks and celebratory dinners after exams and I was home alone. Worst bit was my mum's a teacher so she knew when the exams would be and shouldn't have been going on holiday during term time herself.
when I was like 8 years old I came into possession of a comic book. I don't remember what it was, all I can remember is how excited I was to open it up to read it. I had an older cousin who was around 14 and he demanded he read it first, even though it was mine. We got into a huge fight about it and for some reason all the adults who were around said I should share with him and let him read it first, so I begrudgingly let him. I sat across from him as he read the comic, and I swear he took his sweet a*s time. He took forever reading, and I waited patiently for him to finish. As soon as he finished, he got up, walked it over to me, and just as I reached out to read it, he ripped it up and shred it into pieces while laughing. To say I was pissed is an understatement; if I had a knife on me at that exact moment I swear I would have stabbed him.
This was over 30 years ago and anytime I run into the same cousin I say hi but immediately mutter to myself "you comic book ripping motherf**ker..." It's insane how much these little things stay ingrained in us.
OP's family must be full of assholes, why would they make the younger kid give their book to the older cousin? In my family the 14yo would be told to let the kid read in peace and stop acting like a toddler.
I once got a 2 hour after-school detention because someone in my class with the same first name as me didn't do their maths homework.
I explained that it wasn't me, I showed her my completed homework **THAT SHE HAD MARKED AND RETURNED TO ME LESS THAN 45 MINUTES EARLIER**.
The c**t just gave me an extra detention for arguing.
This trivia quiz I was a part of, at a nearby social club. Eight-year-old me was the kid in my team, and our team was tied with another one for the top prize. The quizmaster said, "now you folks need to sit down quietly. Just raise your hands if you know the answer to this tie-breaker question; don't just shout it out."
He asked the question. I knew the answer. I raised my hand. Someone in the other team shouted out the answer instead. They got the points and won. No one even stopped to look at me.
Screw you, idiotic quizmaster.
EDIT: Someone asked me what the question was. It was "2nd October is celebrated as Mahatma Gandhi's birthday all over India. But which other prominent leader was also born on the same day?" (The answer, as most Indians will know, is Lal Bahadur Shastri, the second Prime Minister.)
Stuff like this happened to me all the time. People added rules that everybody but me didn't follow and they just ignored said rules.
In elementary school I drew a picture of a dolphin with his hole spitting water out of it. My teacher was completely sure that they didn't had any hole, and shamed me in front of the class. I saw a lot of national geographic documentaries and knew that it was a mammal and needed to breathe. To this day I'm angry about it
I'm confused as to how she became a teacher without having passed middle school
I took an amazing job opportunity that increased my salary by 40K a year. It was an at-will contract. 30 days after I took the job, I was called into HR, told they were letting me go, and offered no explanation because they weren't required to.
I have no idea what I did or didn't do, was not given any specifics, and still get mad just thinking about it.
I got another job about 3 months later for around the same salary in a lower cost of living area. It all worked out in the end but I am still f*****g salty about getting fired with no explanation.
When the boss told me I was fired because I didn't seem happy, my 80year old mothers health was getting worse, my brother just had cataract surgery, and I was just diagnosed as diabetic. So no I wasn't very happy at the time. He then lied to the unemployment agency about why he fired me, thought I was going to lose my unemployment benefits. To find out that I was fired so he could hire a friend of his, who he ended up firing because he didn't like her attitude. Hmm maybe it wasn't her attitude that was the problem, peter, A H. It's been 3 years and it still pisses me off.
Seven years ago, I interviewed with a company. I had four phone interviews and two in-person interviews, including a panel interview to present the projects they assigned to me during the interview process.
F*****s ended up ghosting me.
A few years ago I ordered the Shrimp and Chicken Gumbo at Cheesecake Factory. It wasn’t until a few minutes into my entree that I noticed they forgot to add the shrimp. Well when we told our waitress, she started to accuse me of having eaten all the shrimp and was being very abrasive. Didn’t replace the order. Didn’t bring out any shrimp. A few minutes go by and we hear someone from a nearby table complaining to the same waitress and demanding their gumbo be remade because they asked for no shrimp. Pretty obvious the waitress got our orders mixed up but nope, the only logical explanation was that I picked out and ate all shrimp and was only complaining to get my meal comped. I still can’t go back...
We have a local restaurant where the manager got all pissy because a group of us dropped by in the middle of a slow afternoon for coffee. We had called ahead and explained that was all we were looking for and whomever answered said it would be fine. Been 5 years and I have never gone back.
When I moved and had to leave the high school I was at I found out one of my teacher thought I was a smoker which is why they were always sh*tty to me.
No, my clothes just smell like s**t because my parents and brother both chain smoke and there was nothing I could do about it at the time.
I relate so much! I developed what I later found out was asthma at 16. Suddenly I couldn't run or exercise like I was used to. I went to my pediatrician who told me that she knew I was smoking and she had no help for me until I quit. I told her that my parents smoked, I had never even tried it. She told me she knew I was lying and she wouldn't see me again about my breathing until I quit smoking then ended the visit.
My 7th grade English teacher accused me, in front of the class, of having copied a short story that I had written. It wasn't even loosely based on anything I had read prior to that, it was just well written. That episode led to a lot of mistrust of teachers thereafter. Its been about thirty years, but I still get steamed up when I think about it.
I can write really well, and teachers used to get at me for using technical language. Annoyed the living daylights out of me. So many just didn't believe that someone my age can do what I can. (For context, I'm in my early-mid teens)
Live in a community with an HOA. Was member in good standing, owed no dues or anything. Property manager didnt get pool pass mailed to me. 2 weeks into pool season, I'm pregnant. Manager says "its in the mail." I try to go to the pool to use it. Pool guy will not let me in. Prop manager says I cant go in until the pass arrives at my house even though she admits it is me on the phone, I have ID, and it is 2 weeks into pool season. Threatens to call the cops on me for being hostile.
WTF.
When I was a senior in high school, I wanted to be a National Honor Society officer. I was also in the marching band. The lady who in charge of NHS was also the librarian, and I spent my 5th period every day working in the library. Because I was already in NHS, she had me helping her doing a bunch of the stuff that an officer SHOULD have been doing (organizing records, keeping track of everyone's service hours, etc.) When it came time to choose officers for the following year, I thought "Hey, I'm a shoo-in, right? I've literally already been doing the job."
Nope. She decided not to let me be an officer because she didn't think someone in the band could have the time to really perform the duties, even though I'd been doing it for six months. Turned out she had some vendetta against the band because she thought we got too much special treatment.
F**k her.
I was once offered the chance to apply for a paid position I'd been doing as a volunteer for a charity. They had been training me for months and told me to apply, but they had to consider others because of what they called "fair competition". I thought I'd get it, I'd been with them for over a year, but my job role switched about 6 months in as they needed someone in this other role. In the end they chose someone else, and I left because I wasn't going to work for free after being offered a paid position. Joke's on them, though, as a few months after I left some of the management were caught embezzling funds to buy personal items like laptops and TVs.
My mum bought herself a laptop on my 13th birthday, and got me a mug.
This is me, having to save like hell to help pay for an expensive birthday gift I wanted Turns out, my parents used my money to pay for my gift. I paid for my own present.
When I was like 6 or 7 I went to McDonald's with my grandmother and my teenage aunt and uncle.
My grandmother bought my uncle a full meal and made my aunt and I share a small fry.
The sh*tty Hobbit trilogy.
Instead of returning to Middle Earth for a three hour tale recounting Bilbo's adventures to Lonely Mountain, they 'adapted' a ~300 page book into a gaudy, soulless trilogy in order to make three times the money.
Shame on them!
Like most kids, I was obsessed with Harry Potter. Annoyingly obsessed. I would talk about it all the time and correct people on things they got wrong. I guess I was kind of like Hermione. Anyway, I mention this because it was basically a dominant personality trait of mine to anyone who knew me.
I see my dad once a year at Christmas. When I was 11, my cousin Robert (who doesn't like Harry Potter) got the LEGO Hogwarts Castle from my dad, and it was wrapped in Harry Potter wrapping paper. I got costume jewelry. I still remember how bitterly jealous I was when I watched him open it and then move on to the next thing, totally uninterested.
After we finished opening presents, I went into the kitchen and fished out the Harry Potter wrapping paper from the trash can and kept it. I think I still have it with the rest of my Harry Potter stuff in the basement.
Edit: added words for clarity.
oh that's so cruel. stupid thing, when my dad remarried, my Christmas presents became rubbish. I was into horses and computer games, and in the past I'd had things like a megadrive, a gameboy and so on (didn't get horse stuff, even though we had horses, as my dad didn't really know anything about them, but knew that was a thing I was into) when he got married I started getting stuff like avon perfumes and talcum powders, as an outdoorsy, computer game enjoying teenage girl. it was rubbish. pre remarrying. I got stuff related to my hobbies. after remarrying. generic "girl stuff"
After throwing a massive party and paying for flights and accommodation for our entire extended family for my Brother when he joined the Navy, my mother refused to pay £15 for my official University Graduation picture.
On my 21st Birthday, she volunteered me to to taxi all my relatives to the restaurant/bar where my party was held. After making about eight 10 mile round-trips, I waited at home for 2 hours until my cousin finished work to drive me to my own party.
When I moved to the states, my parents organised a big family get together as a Bon Voyage party. It was catered like a wedding where you have to make your choice of meal ahead of time so the caterers knew how many of each thing to make. She forgot to order a meal for only one person out of about 50. Can you guess who didn't get to eat?
Third grade. We had a contest to redesign the American flag, and I was an artsy kid, so I was all like "I'mma win the S**T out of this contest." I made a construction paper American flag, with one large star on top on a field of the deepest, most beautiful blue you've ever seen, perched atop thirteen columns of vertical red and white stripes. (Yeah, basically Captain America's chest.) I was *so* proud.
Then *Beth* wins the contest (with me in 2nd place) with a flag that is basically our current flag, but instead of stars it has a teddy bear with sunglasses.
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MY CLASSMATES, MY TEACHER, OR MOST IMPORTANTLY, BETH
My eighth grade math teacher graded our homework, which we went over together in class. I completely f****d up a concept we just learned and as a result got every homework question wrong. I told my teacher this and she said something to the effect of “too bad. You should’ve done it correctly. Take the zero.”
About a month later, we started another new concept and I made sure every question was answered correctly. Upon grading the homework, a classmate of mine said something to the effect of “Ms. LastName, I got every question wrong because I messed up the concept.”
The math teacher then said “Don’t worry about it, I won’t grade today’s homework.”
This was the first and only time she didn’t grade our homework.
I hope she rots in hell.
Senior year of high school I was accused of snitching to the principal about the senior prank (I didn’t; everyone just sucked at keeping it a secret) and was booed at graduation rehearsal.
Like, really? F**k you guys.
Once my third grade teacher was asking us about state abbreviations. She got to Florida and I raised my hand and said 'FL'. She told me I was wrong and that it was 'FA', and at the time I thought teachers were infallable so I took her word for it. Fast forward to sixth grade geography, state abreviations comes up, and I write 'FA' on a quiz, which obviously turned out to be wrong. I was so mad at my third grade teacher for misleading me, and to be honest it's something I think about more often than I should.
I was at a golf tournament in high school and had just bought some expensive pro v1 balls for the first time ever. I was practicing on the putting green with 3 of them when I see one kid pick up my ball.
I approach him and say that's my ball, and he's like no it's mine. There was no convincing this kid that it was mine, so I just angrily let him have it.
We ended up playing in the same group that day, and when he hit it in the rough, easily findable with a little effort, I made sure to stomp it deep down into the ground so he couldn't see, then when he had to re-tee and take the penalty stroke, I walked back to that spot and picked up the ball.
I'm still salty at that kid to this day, and I don't know why
When I was 7 years old my cousin Aaron tricked me into giving him my beautiful holographic Alakazam card and gave me some lame matte-a*s Gyarados card instead. He refused to give it back to me too.
I thought I'd forgotten about it until probably 15 years later when Pokemon Go was a thing. He posted some pretentious edgy Facebook status along the lines of, "I think I'm the only person who doesn't care about Pokemon Go." Yup, Aaron, you're the ONLY ONE! And now I'm mad again.
When I was in elementary school, I had finished the worksheet we were given and quickly became bored. So naturally, I pulled out my compass (for geometry — not the one that tells directions), and started spinning it on my desk. The teacher got pissed and confiscated it, saying that I “could have it back at the end of the day.” I never got it back and was nervous to approach her about it. This was nearly 15 years ago.
She. She stole your compass??? I'm not a geometry person, but I AM an artist, and god damn, the good ones are expensive. May I please beat her up?
In the first week at my first job, a coworker asked me to do something after my boss asked me to do something else. When I told him the boss wanted me doing something else, my coworker yelled very loudly saying how I should never talk back to him. I had anxiety around that guy from then on, and after that I always seemed to be on his bad side. It took me years before I learned that he had legitimate mental issues and I didn't do anything wrong.
My mom called me one day and asked me to take care of her three dogs... They lived 60 miles away.
Said I would. When I asked her for how long she said for the week. She, my dad and my brother were at the airport getting to board their plane to Hawaii. I still have never been.
In the fourth grade, a teacher asked me* what the freezing point was, I said 0 degrees, thinking celcius. She told me I was wrong, it's 32 degrees.
It's been 15 years and I still hold on to that hate.
Edit: a word
The week before Christmas in the year 2000, we did a quiz in maths class rather than actual maths. I'm 13 at this point, just for clarity. In the sports round, one question was "who did England lose to in the Euros this summer?" which was dead easy. I wrote down "portugal and romania" and we moved on.
Until it came to marking, where it was confidently announced that Romanian was the only correct answer, they had to take first answers only, so we didn't get the point, DESPITE THE FACT ENGLAND LOST TWO F*****G GROUP GAMES.
Like if Romania had been a knockout game, fair enough, but the two games held exactly equal importance, and the question wasn't who they lost to last or anything like that where there was even a hint that they meant that 3rd game. Basically the people doing the quiz didn't have a f*****g clue and I was robbed
I have no idea why this angered me so much or why I even remember it, but yeah, I'm still mad, however stupid that is
My classmate in TAFE got a question wrong for one of her assessments. Instead of writing 2 minutes, she wrote two minutes. It wasn't the lecturer that marked it, it is an online questionnaire. Thankfully the lecturer amended it. She thought it was ridiculous. Which of course it is.
When I was in 5th grade, I sold candles door to door to cover the cost of joining one of the local rec football teams. We could either sell $150 worth of candles or pay $75 straight up. One of the team dads donated a brand new gas grill from his company to whoever sold the most candles. I was determined to get that grill and sell it for $200+.
I hustled my a*s off and sold around $450 in candles, which was about $150-200 more than the 2nd place person. Won the grill. My parents would not let me sell the grill on craigslist. Basically forced me to sell it to them for $50. It felt like robbery.
Tldr; my parents owe me $150 from 5th grade.
Edit: Just to clarify, my parents did not constantly steal from me throughout my childhood or anything. They provided very well for me. This was just a one time thing.
First grade, there was a test and one of the questions was "How long does it take to fall asleep"? One of the answers was "15 minutes" and one was "1 hour". I selected an hour, and I got it wrong. I thought it was so stupid.
"Oh, yeah, I'm so happy for you, and all the people who don't spend an hour staring at the ceiling before passing out." *golfclap*.
Remember the Balloon Kid debacle? Where that family falsely claimed that their son had gotten in to giant helium balloon and was floating around in the sky? We watched that newstory live in class in high school. I said out loud that this was stupid, there's no way there's a kid in there. And the whole class ridiculed me for that, calling me insensitive. Joke ended up being on them. That was 8 years ago and I'm still salty.
EDIT: There's a few people posting some information that point to the balloon hoax being true after all. I'll look into that information to see how it sways my argument, but the main point of my comment was how my classmates thought the boy was in the balloon and yelled at me for saying that he wasn't. And then they were proven wrong.
It was not true. Whoever was saying otherwise is an idiot, a liar, or the kid's parents.
A friend of the family used to bring gifts to us when he came in town to visit yet he would always forget about me.
My cousin got this doll that I had wanted for ages. It was the Little Mermaid in her pink dress and I was so in love with it. She didn't even like the Little Mermaid! He didn't bring me a gift yet she went around bragging about how she got a doll but she really wanted the Pocahontas doll instead.
I was in a game show/play thing when I was in elementary school. It was probably 1st/2nd grade. I don't remember what the game show was called, but basically one of us would get asked a question and provide an answer. The "panel" of 3 other kids would then have to guess if we were correct or wrong.
I was asked a question, which I also don't remember, BUT I remember that I answered, quite confidently "President Garfield." Everyone started laughing thinking that I was referring to the grumpy cat. So they all said I was incorrect and the "host" gave them all credit.
The correct answer was President James A. Garfield. Which is who I was referring too. Still salty, will probably still be salty for the rest of my life.
I was jumped by five kids in fourth grade, and then my school solely punished me by trying to expel me. The kids parents tried to sue. It was a huge deal.
I'm still pissed off that I got in trouble for being jumped, while the other five kids walked away. Why did the kids parents try to sue? I don't know.
"You ganged up on a child? Well done, Billy! Oh, they're still alive? Ugh! I guess we'll have to press charges!"
7 years ago, I used to do a sport competitively. Our school had 2 teams, A, and B team, basically equivalent to Varsity and JV. I had a pretty good chance at making B team. Heck, it was something that was accepted by most of the players. Like it wasn't a question of *if*, it was a question of *when*. As in people were asking me for my jacket size in preparation for ordering a team jacket and stuff because we all knew I was basically a shoo in.
The team captain decided to pick a new guy for the last spot. I was pretty upset, but she brushed me off with some excuse saying she wanted to give him the experience or something. Anyways, turns out later she'd had a crush on him and wanted an excuse to spend more time with him. I guess they're together now so it worked out for her.
So the NEXT year, I tried out again. And this time she ended up making most of the members freshman. When I asked again, she said since she was graduating next year, she wanted to give the freshmen as much as experience as possible competing before she left them.
At that point I was pissed since I told her this was ALSO my last year and I was also graduating and she just played dumb.
Turns out she just had a personal dislike for me from the get go. She saw me as competition for the guy she had a crush on, so she figured the *less* time I spent around them, the bigger her chances were.
Anyways, I was pissed that I didn't make the team, so I worked my a*s off. I couldn't compete in team divisions so I focused on individuals. I ended up placing 3rd in individuals (higher than anyone else on the team). And I just made it really obvious that I totally deserved to be on the team, but f*****g politics kept me off. Raised a lot of uncomfortable questions as to why I wasn't on the team, because usually you want the best people on the team...of course she lied her a*s off and told people it didn't seem like I had time to dedicate to team training or something, and she wanted freshman who had a more flexible schedule.
F**k you Karen. You f*****g b***h.
It sounds like there was no adult in this decision making process? Just the team captain?
When I was in grade 8 we were doing a debate unit, which started off with a mock city Council on why or why not a new condo building should be put up across the street from the north side of the largest park in the city (also in our neighborhood).
I was for the building being put up as one of the 'designers/engineers'.
I was feeling pretty confident in that my arguments were heard by the community (classmates) and most of them were coming around.
Then about 5 minutes before lunch one of my classmates who always seemed to get her way began arguing against the building being put up. Her argument that the building being built on the north edge of the park (coincidentally a very busy street as well) would obstruct the view of the sun rising and people wouldn't be able to 'sit on the bench and soak in the beautiful sunrise'.
Queue me about to say that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, thus concluding that the building wouldn't obstruct her precious view in the middle of a city.
Before the words left my mouth, my teacher interrupted saying, 'Very nice point to end this debate, time for lunch.'
I remember stewing the whole day thinking about how stupid my classmate would've looked if I had brought up the point.
Still salty, have moved on though.
In 4th grade we had a multiplication math test. I knew my stuff so i was confident in 100%. I got it back with a 99%. The only one i got "wrong" was 6x4. I knew it was 24 but there was the ever-so-slightest line from my pencil that made my 4 look like a 6. Goddamn it I wanted that 100%. Its been 25 years and I still think about that on occasion.
My ex left me with no explanation, twice. We got back together and pulled the same s**t on me. I'm over the relationship, but I'd love to know why. That s**t eats me up inside some times.
I hear Never ever by All Saints playing in the background.
I tied for first place in a chess tournament my senior year of high school with my best friend. We each had 4 wins, no losses, and one draw. Our one draw was to each other.
He got the first place trophy and I got the second place trophy.
Kid on my brother's little league team wanted to borrow my jp velociraptor hand puppet I got for my birthday in '96. He never gave it back, and when I asked at school he denied it all.
I had perfect attendance in 9th grade, until one day in the final month of class I was marked absent! I got home and my mom yelled at me for skipping but I was so confused because I hadn’t skipped any classes! I had one absence that year.
Being stiffed $900 worth of pay. I was working for a bitch who owned a cleaning company and she drove a E-Class Mercedes Benz Sedan.
Found out she had a history of stiffing pay from her employees. E.L., F*ck You!!!
My brother sold my Gameboy color and copy of Pokemon yellow to GameStop when we were kids. I love him but I'll never let him forget
My brother sold harvest moon to get money to pay for a trip to the US. I know technically it was my mums game and she gave him permission to sell it. I was still upset though coz I love that game. At that time it costs over $600 to buy the game second hand. Thankfully there is now such thing as emulators.
In elementary school i had a math question that was “using the fewest bills possible make $655.74”. Well i said six $100 bills a fifty and so forth, well my teacher said i was wrong because there is a such thing as a $500.... come to find out theres less then 100 $500 bill in circulation in Canada....
When did OP go to school? Wiki (I know... not 100% reliable) says the $500 Canadian bill was withdrawn in 1938. They wouldn't stay in circulation for long after that.
When I was in Grade 7 we had an art project where we were to recreate a famous art piece and do a write up on the history, importance etc. I put in a lot of effort/time making a clay version of The Thinker. Come grade time, everyone sees their piece and grade. I got a B because mine "exploded in the kiln." Fast forward to the last day of Grade 8 and I had to pick something up off her desk. There's my Thinker, mostly in tact (the arm was broken off and sitting next to it). A little f****d that the only criticism she had to justify the B was it exploded in the kiln.
I had a teacher steal a drawing I did. The thing is if he asked I would have given it to him.
Went to a bake sale in middle school, the girl running it told me a cupcake was $1 so I gave her a five. She gave me back THREE ones. I told her so and she stared blankly at me and then said, “yeah, I gave you three one dollar bills.” I don’t know if she was a moron or just wanted to steal from me but my inability to confront people when I was younger really f*cked me over there. Wherever that girl is, f*ck her.
Pissed at my old company for firing me and hiring someone at half time to do my job rather than just cutting my hours.
I saw this one guy litter out of his car window and I Confronted him about it. He turned crazy on me yelling something about police raping dogs... So I backed down. Now everytime I see litter I kind of hate myself for not picking up his trash or keeping on him about throwing trash out and making someone else take care of him. So I'm salty about myself for being a pussy everytime I see litter.
A company contacted me about interviewing me for an internship and then rejected me after that. I wasn't even planning on applying to them.
Ten years old. The church picnic. I was winning the sack race, when the pastor's son hopped from his sack and just ran to the finish line. He was awarded by the assistant pastor the first class ribbon, and I got the second. When my mother complained, the assistant pastor told her that "there is nothing in the rules that says you can't just run the race" and that pride is a sin.
But lying, cheating, abuse of power and abusing a minor (by using the authority of your office to treat them unfairly) are all OK?
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The Reddit threads are archived. I need to get this out to the world. One time in the library in Junior High I was sitting with my class while the librarian was going through missing, late books. I knew I handed all mine in. She held up a card (cards you sign and are kept in a pocket in the books. You sign it and give it to the librarian when you take out the book.) and said my name and that I didn't hand in Robinson Crusoe. I never took out that book, ever. Somehow the card had my printed name on it. I was framed, I tell you. Signature forged by someone. No one believed me and I ended up having to "replace" that book with one that I owned. The whole class was laughing at me. I'm bitter about it to this day.
And after you had been so faithful to turn everything in! I am sorry that crushed your spirit. ❤️
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I bought a car recently. One of those cars that just goes on and on and on. It had a full log book. Bought it from a dealer with 3 years warranty. First time getting it serviced- "great car". Second service at a different mechanic- "I'm going to be honest with you, it needs a new engine". I took it to the actual car manufacturers dealership mechanic- "great car, nothing wrong with it". Just because I'm female, im not stupid and don't think I'm going to fork out for a new engine just cause you are "going to be honest". Urgh rant over
Bought my first car from a mechanic, big mistake, realized quickly that the head gasket was about to blow and he had done a quick thin paint job on it. Ended up smashing it into a phone pole anyway b/c 16 year olds are irresponsible dopes.
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I was about 8 years old and fairly outgoing. I was in a few school plays and was always happy to be called on to read out loud for the class. I also liked to sing and was one of the youngest in the school chorus. I was always singing along to music at home and on weekends when going to the grandparents in the old station wagon. Well, one weekend I was singing along to records on my portable record player in the back section of the car. My oldest sister that I really looked up to, suddenly turned around and yelled at me to "STOP THAT NOISE, NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOU". I was crushed and literally went from being an extrovert to an introvert in those few seconds. Killed all my confidence. I never volunteered to read in front of the class, no more school plays and I dropped out of chorus. I never joined any school events ever again. It changed my life completely. I even tried therapy as an adult but nothing could get that confidence back. I'm 61m now and I still resent that...
40 yrs ago, my ex abducted my 18 mos old son during a scheduled visitation. i contacted my attorney who told me i had to wait at least 48 hrs before anything legally could be done. called work, told them of situation and that i wouldn't be in as i was going to try to find my son. spent entire day contacting people he knew, checking places he would go, etc. that night, i checked a couple of nightclubs that i knew he had friends at. but, while at one club a co worker saw me, told my manager that i was partying and i got fired. even providing the later police report didn't get me reinstated. still pisses me off that i wasn't even given the benefit of the doubt in such a crisis.
That 48 hour rule is not true people just don't want to deal with the problem and assume it will resolve itself
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I wasn't l allowed to be valedictorian despite my GPA begin a full point higher than the other person because I graduated a year early. Supposedly there was a 30 year old rule that said students had to finish 7 semesters to be valedictorian. If it weren't for the fact that a) I had asked at the beginning of the year if me graduating early would hinder my chances and was told no b) 2 years before someone had graduated a year early as valedictorian c) they overturned the rule the next year so the principals daughter could graduate early as valedictorian and d) that I put up with a lot of harassment that year that I could have skipped if I had done just the 2 credits I needed and been done. 12 yrs ago and it still gets to me.
😒😡 There's so much politics & elitism in school systems. It disgusted me back in the 70s & it was the same in the 80s-90s when my kids were in school. It leaves a mark- been there
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What am I still salty about? Here goes. The mother of my oldest daughter abused me for years. When I had enough and asked her to leave, she did. Then came child services about every 2 months (for almost 2 years straight) and over 1,000 emails sent in the first 6 months, some with real threats. The police said it was a civil matter. When I finally got the police filings to go to the DA, was told that the things I said (with proof) just don't happen to men, and they will not file charges for stalking or harassment. My oldest daughter even quit school because her school gave her mother access to her records and her personal phone number. She has even changed her doctors to avoid her mother. (Mind you I have FULL custody of my children)
I even had the police show up one time after the mother threatened to trespass, the cops showed up with the mother right there refusing to leave, the officers REFUSED to trespass her off the property, but instead gave her a ride to another part of town (a taxi service). The officers would not even take a statement from me!
Load More Replies... I have one, but I'm going to tell another story for someone else, cuz it's been 22 years and I know that girl has GOT to still be salty about it. It was a high school talent show, and it was running long. The last act was a girl from choir singing flawless opera. She was a quiet girl, super reserved, and as a fellow anxiety sufferer I KNOW it was hard for her to get up there and do that. Well, half way through her performance the bell goes off and everyone in the auditorium just gets up and leaves. Like, mid song, 400 people get up, start chatting, grab book bags, and just f****n walk out on this girl like nothing's happening. She was a pro though. Just kept singing while all chaos was breaking lose. I felt bad then, and feel worse now. Shame on the staff for not calling it out. Icing on the cake, next day the winners of the show were two popular guys who lip synced to some terrible 90s rap song as a goof.
Wow. A lot of people seem to have emotional scars over some really mundane incidents. Goes to show what impact things make on a person, especially young. My biggest injustice is a bit more serious however. Some girls randomly assaulted my sister when she was 15 and it caused severe brain damage, rendering her mentally ill and ruining her life. (and my parents lives) That was in 1991. It happened in school and as far as I know they got away with it, no consequences. My parents should had taken legal action but didn't, I don't know why. Good thing I was a kid cause I would had done something regrettable to them. As an adult, I've never tried to figure out who they are cause I don't want to end up in jail.
I wrote about a mundane thing. If I wrote about the fact my rapist and attempted - murderer was never caught and the cops blamed me for being in the wrong place, it would just trigger my ptsd. I'm so sorry for your sister. I am also glad you didn't get in trouble for committing violence against her attackers.
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That makes me remember back when I was like 12 years old and a boy named Ricardo from my class stole my shiny Meowth Pokémon card when we were showing each other our collection books. I'm still pissed over a decade later. However, the story has a good end because i saw Ricardo again 8 years later when he was selling some old stuff he owned in some sort of street sale. I saw my Meowth, grabbed it from his desk and gave him a cold death stare before just walking off - the best thing about is that he definitely remembered that he stole this from me years ago, judging by the look on his face.
I dont know if this still counts...but the simple fact that we were below average(not rich) as kids made people treat us meaningless shits...now im growing up and im giving it my all...the memories still hurt
Our school had a Halloween poetry competition when I was ten. I wrote an excellent poem all by myself. But the winner was "Black and Gold", submitted by this dumb kid who could barely spell. Oh, and it was in his mother's handwriting. Years later I spotted that poem in a poetry anthology at the library. Plagiarism!
My mom let me choose my doughnut for the next morning. We had a whole other box of donuts. I wake up the next morning around 8:30 and it’s already eaten, my grandpas excuse - “the early bird gets the worm.” I F*****G CHOSE IT FOR MYSELF IT WAS MARKED IN A LITTLE BAG. I WAS THE EARLY BIRD BY PICKING IT OUT THE NIGHT BEFORE!
I will never be able to forgive my parents for bringing my siblings and I up in a religious cult. We were indoctrinated by a bunch of misogynistic abusive pastors/ministers who my parents then revered. We had no rights until we physically left home and moved overseas. Even though it's been 30 years the pain and destruction is still there. My parents ended up divorcing, my mother is now living on pittance as they 'tithed' all their money away so no retirement fund. My sibling suffers from trauma and mental health issues and struggles with long-term relationships, career advancement, social situations from being 'hard-wired' a certain way. I still feel bitter that a doomsday cult, with it's leader Herbert Armstrong, could destroy so many lives and there is no repercussions. We went without family, love and the basics so those bunch of idiots could live and retire very comfortably. My (educated) parents were so stupid to be sucked into it all - we lost our family.
In P3 (that's third grade in primary school, age 7 or so), we were given maths worksheets to complete in class. I was quite good at maths at that age, so I finished really quickly. The teacher refused to believe me, I'd finished so quickly I must have cheated. Even at that age I knew that was ridiculous-I hadn't copied from anyone because I finished first, I hadn't used a calculator because we didn't have them then, I hadn't got any help from anyone, there were no written answers on the back of the sheet, we'd only got given the worksheet at the start of the lesson so there was no time in which I could have looked up answers in advance. But he still wouldn't believe me, he tore my sheet up and made me do it again. 45 years later, and I'm still annoyed by the unfairness.
I feel you. I'm a speed reader (an actual one, not just a fast reader) and my teachers kept accusing me of not actually doing the reading. I'd always answer the questions and stuff, but sometimes I'd get a few wrong just because I'm not perfect or I misunderstood something, and they'd keep using this as "proof" that I was never doing the reading.
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My husband walked out on me after 18 years together because I was bedridden with arthritis. I moved back home and got proper treatment and got my life together. 8 months after leaving I let him back in my life. He walked out again 2 weeks ago. He won't have chance to do it a third time. 22 years together. Gone because he couldn't handle me having health issues.
I am so sorry. That's rough. You are right not to give him another chance.
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I feel so selfish saying this, but my brother was a drug addict and was in and out of prison most of my life. Our family bent over backwards to help him be it shelter or driving him to/getting him a job, money my parents and grandparents gave him for tools, clothes, outfits for interviews etc. I'm not angry that they tried to help him. But I do resent that I never got any help from my family. I did everything I was supposed to do- got good grades, went to college, worked full time, etc and I kind of got screwed. He got therapy (which I needed, too; he hurt me very bad when I was a kid), he got 2 cars paid for, and was able to live with them rent free for years. It wasn't a cakewalk for him-my dad was a real jerk to him. He relapsed over 10 times. He died a few years ago of an overdose. There's a part of me that's still salty that he got the benefit of the 'well, he really needs the help' kind of mentality. So did I. I deserved it. He squandered it.
I entered a 'science talent search' when I was in grade 1 (about 7 years old). A bit like a science fair (if what is shown on tv is accurate) but only certain students were chosen from each school and we competed against other schools. I made a model of a dragonfly, looking at detailed drawings to get it as close to real as possible. I suspended it from a coat hanger or something and wrote a poster all about dragonflies. My teacher gave me encouragement and we thought it was going to get really good marks. We get to the competition and after asking a couple of questions the judge said something like 'it would have been better if you had made it so it could fly or something' and not much praise. It was the project I had worked on the hardest in my two years of schooling so I was devastated. It still bugs me.
When I was little I would go to the Sears store and see this blue 10 speed hanging from the ceiling and I wanted that bike so bad....for like a year I did that every week. So I saved my money --all my birthday money and everything ,for the blue 10 speed. Than one day my parents went and bought me this ugly red 10 speed , With my money too!!! And they bought my little sister the blue one I had wanted for so many months!! I mentioned that to them, as an adult and they say they don't even remember that happening, but I remember it , And remember it very well and I will never forget it either!!
This happened to me when I was 8 and 9 and I know I will be super salty about it. I was bullied all year in third grade, and the start of fourth by two boys. I would constantly report them to teachers and got hit with the “Just ignore them and they will stop” b******t! THEN near the end of the year the principal talks to me. She asked if they bullied me solely, and I said yes but sometimes they are disruptive in class too. She then says “Oh we’ll they’re not bullying you they’re just targeting you.” It only stopped when me and a couple other witnesses told a teacher that they tried to grab me, push me, and get physical. F**K YOU MRS. PREFONTAINE!!!!
Multiple things. Mostly a lot of favoritism my parents showed towards my sister. But the one that's impacted me the most is recent. My grandmother died in 2013, my grandfather 3 years after. I was very close to them and devastated by losing them. But that's not where it ended. My grandfathers will split up his estates and assets between his three daughters, and when my sister and I became legal age, he changed it to include us. I wanted the house. I was living in another province at the time and this would have brought me home. My grandfather built this house himself when they immigrated to Canada after ww2, every single best memory I have is in this house, I wanted it to stay in the family. My mom and her sisters took advantage of my sister being busy with work and me being away and sold the house within a few months after his passing and basically used a numbers game against my sister and I because there was three of them, against us two.
I never even got a chance to buy the house, by the time I was told it was put on the market (thank you dad), it was sold. My mom and aunts kept trying to convince me my grandparents would love it going towards another family and that I wouldn't have gotten so much money as my inheritance without it. I don't care about money, I cared about our childhood home. And barely 4 years after they moved in, the family that bought the house and renovated it, it looks cold, modern, nothing at all like the house I grew up in, they took away everything that made it special. And decided to sell it for much more than I can afford. It wasn't a family home, it was a money making project. I'm going to be salty about this for a long time, because I wasn't even given a chance even though the will stated I did get an opinion.
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Ok I have to say this, I was in 3rd grade, we were not supposed to stop by the water fountain or bathroom on our way back to class. I can't remember why, but we were supposed to come straight back to the class. A few kids stopped and got water and used the bathroom. Our teacher asked who stopped on the way back to class after a long long silence a few kids raised their hands, the teacher looked at those hands and said those kids were the only ones who would get to go on break next because they were the only honest ones. And then she asked again who stopped by the water fountain and we all raised our hands then. I did not stop by the water fountain and I have always been mad at myself for caving to the pressure and admitting to something I didn't do, and second mad at that teacher for forcing me into a situation where I felt like I had to lie or be punished.
i was at a sleepover in fifth grade and there were only three girls up. i was half asleep when one of them starts shaking me and is telling me to move my sleeping bag across the room so she can talk with the other two. i just kinda groaned a no cause i was tired af. all three of them started making fun of me and calling me a baby and stuff. SORRY I DIDNT WANT TO MOVE ALL MY STUFF NATALIE SO YOU COULD GOSSIP ABOUT ME. it was also 3am.
My great grandmother was called Buddie by us kids. She was 100 and had all her facilities and just needed help getting up from bed and her chair and to and from the bathroom. She could walk, she just needed an arm to lean on. She lived with my grandparents and my grandpa, her son in law, and she would banter and 'argue' all day; all in fun, but it kept her sharp. My grandparents cared for her, in their home, for over 30 years without complaint. We gave my grandparents a cruise trip & for that one week, my great aunt would 'watch' Buddie. Buddie had long silver hair that my grandma braided every day. My aunt cut her hair- just hacked it off because it was 'too much trouble'. Buddie cried and cried. Hair doesn't grow back for 100 year olds. hated
My 7th grade PE teacher screamed at me for not doing an assignment when I had the flu. Her friend, the science teacher, whom I also had, gave me a glare. She even had the audacity to act like everything was fine at PE!
A lot of these were about teachers and the psych abuse they handed out to kids. Awful, but not as awful as some of the things nuns did and got away with for years and years and years. I'm still PO at them after all these years. If we ever have a "tell us about your nun horror stories" thread, I'll tell you a couple of things.
My mother telling me I can’t go to my school formal (prom but in Australia) and then going with my sister for hers. Never forgiven her or my sister for that 30+ years later.
Growing up in a religious cult is something I can't get over - being completely indoctrinated, and not by my choice, as I was a child with no rights. Even though we've been out for 30 years the damage is lifelong. My parents divorced after 32 years, my mum now lives on pittance because of the money they gave in tithing and we worry about how she's going to manage in retirement. My sibling has mental health issues due to trauma and battles socially, with long-term relationships and getting ahead in his career, to name a few. I have to keep myself in check as I can slide downwards. It's been the ruin of our family - grandparents, aunties, cousins etc. were all shunned. Our lives would be so different if it wasn't for my (educated) parents being sucked into some ridiculous doomsday cult where the leader, Herbert Armstrong, and his army of misogynistic pastors/ministers got rich, fed their egos and lived cushy lives while we suffered...and still suffer.
I'm the oldest, a girl, with two younger brothers. We moved across the country when I was in Jr High. I made friends at church, but struggled to find friends in my large public school. I asked my parents to send me to the private school my church friends went to. They agreed, but only if I would play half the yearly tuition. At 14 all summer, but didn't make it to the halfway amount. I didn't go to the private school. Its my brothers turn to enter high school my parents sent both of them to the private school and didn't ask them to help pay for it at all (note: my parents finances didn't change during that time). Graduation approached and I wanted to go to a state college. My parents wouldn't help pay for it claiming private school for my brothers was expensive. I worked and got scholarships. When my brothers graduated they were both sent to out of state private collages at 6 times the cost of my school. When
When I was in junior high, in Spanish Literature class (I grew up in Mexico), I volunteered with a few classmates to reenact a classroom version of a Spanish play. I had a perfect score in that class. When we were in the presentation, one of the actors spoke really fast, and the teacher interrupted in a way that made everyone (actors and audience) laugh out loud. Once everyone was quiet again, we tried to continue, but of course, it was impossible after all the laughter. We ended up finishing the play the way we could, with some laughter interruptions. The teacher tried to give us a 5 (F), but I told her it was volunteer work, and if anything, to not give us any grade, because it was going to bring down our average... All the students that did not volunteer did not have that issue. She ended up going up to an 8, but it still affected my perfect 10 score I had until that moment.
A co-worker went over our heads multiple times to complain about others on our team, but never said anything to US. Shouldn't that be the first step? And the way she blew up when confronted about it, was beyond petty and unprofessional. I still work with her and have to be nice, but I am still salty about it.
I've got two things that I'm still rather salty about. First one was when I was about 5 or 6. My sister and I had a bunk bed and my parents decided I should have the top bunk. My sister really wanted it so one night she waited until I fell asleep and got in the top bunk with me. She fell asleep as well and literally kicked me out of the bed. I ended up hitting my head on our dresser and then to top it all off, my aunt spanked me for getting out of bed. Didn't even matter that it wasn't my choice to get out of the bed, didn't matter that I got hurt. Only reason I'm not mad at my sister over it is because I know that it was genuinely not her intention to kick me out of the bed, she had simply wanted to share it that night.
Second event was when I was about 11 and in school. Students would sit on the bleachers and wait our turn to get lunch. I was waiting for my class's turn and was sitting between two of my friends when they decided they were bored and started a friendly shoving match with each other. I, being between them, got caught up in this shoving match and before I could move or anything, a teacher saw what was happening and called all three of us down. We ended up being sent to sit in different corners of the gym (it was where we ate lunch) and had to wait for everyone else to get their lunch before we could. I ended up crying in that corner as everyone passed by me and could even hear kids whispering about the fact that I was crying. So thank you to that teacher whose name I do not remember anymore. Not only did you punish someone who was not actively shoving anyone else and was trying to get out of that situation, but you also placed me in a spot where I was humiliated by said punishment.
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Had a bingo at high school. But they had copied the bingo cards, so like 3 people at once would get a bingo. So when this happened (me and two other teens), they made us do a silly little dance competition. I thought it was funny and really danced. The other two did NOTHING, maybe swing their arms their bit. The winner was being voted by people cheering. One of them had a huge group of friends/classmates, was cheered on the loudest and won the prize.
When i was a little child my parents couldn't afford a little mermaid doll i always wanted. When i was 17 i remember coming back from school and see in the toy store a new little mermaid doll, and i was very happy, my mom asked me what i want as a birthday gift, i told he "nothing special just the new little mermaid doll" she says very well and leave, on my birthday open my moms gift really excited, but it was a pack of glitter gel pens and a stress ball. My face goes completly WTF and my mom ask "you don't like your present???" I told her that what happen with the little mermaid??? I was expecting some sort of explanation like "it is too expensive or they sale out on the toys store and i can't have one,etc" but noooooooo my mom have the money and everything, what was happened was that my sister tell her not to buy me the doll, because i was too old, that she needs to gave me something according to my age.
I have 2 -:the first being my dad taking my oldest sister to Disney World when I was like 8 or 9 around Christmas time. He left my middle sister and I at home. The second being that the New Kids On The Block came to our state fair and my sister got tickets with my dad’s help. She didn’t get me one, even knowing I was just a big a fan. Instead I got to walk around the fair grounds with my dad while she and her 2 friends went to the concert.
My parents pulled me out of Tech Crew in 7th grade. I loved tech crew. They said that I was getting bullied, apparently. It turns out that they just wanted to put me in Quiz Bowl, which I promptly quit. The next year, COVID hit and I couldn't do tech crew. Then, the year after that (9th grade), they wouldn't accept me because they had enough people. Thanks, parents: you took away something that I loved and lied about it.
My brother drove drunk and killed his best friend's sister. Parents ended up paying for a holiday to Mexico and Belize bc he was going to juvy for a year. I became a single mother at the age of 25. Went to school, got a job, made sure that my baby had everything she needed plus extras. My parents didn't help and told anyone with an ear that I was s**t and didn't know who the father of my baby was. A couple of my parents friends husbands even accused me of not knowing who the father was. Even though I had be only with one guy and he just happened to get me pregnant. I wasn't and am still am not a s**t lol
I was 23, had just had my son two months earlier, so still carrying a little extra weight. Mother-in-law, father-in-law, husband and I were discussing what to wear to an upcoming wedding---nobody I knew (their friends, and I never met them), so didn't care about "impressions"---and MIL said, "We can take you to XX Tent and Awning Company for them to custom make you a dress," and she roared with laughter, believing herself to be hilarious. FIL stood up for me, but husband laughed with his mother and agreed with her. I was only about 15 pounds overweight, not 200 pounds over. Fortunately, I divorced her son 40 years ago, and she's been dead since 1998.
Lets see... my sister stealing my notebook, mom regularly mispronouncing Cardiff (i wanted to visit when I was into Doctor Who), my dad for immediately making fun of me for getting my first ever payraise at my job, and my parents in general for making me raise my younger sisters. Oh and that one easter egg hunt where the eggs wer all hidden in the TREE. THAT I WASN'T ALLOWED TO CLIMB. BECAUSE I WAS DRESSED IN NICE EASTER CLOTHES.
5th grade. This girl named Precious told my teacher that I used profanity. I hadn't. At that point in my life, "stupid" was the worst word I could think to use. The teacher believed Precious and said I had to go to detention for lunch the next day. I told my mom. My mom went to the school with me the next day to defend me. The teacher said that I wouldn't have detention. Lunch time rolls around, and the teacher brings me to detention. I went to detention and told my mom about it when I got home. In a respectful manner, she chewed out the teacher and told the principal there better not be any more misunderstandings with that teacher. That was decades ago and I still think about it from time to time. F**k Precious and that teacher.
Dad would take brother aged 7, golfing with him. I (6 female) asked to go too. Was told I was too little. Bided my time and when I turned 7 asked again. Again told too little. Presented the fact that brother got to go at age 7. End result? Never got to go golfing. Dad also never came to any of my sports events. Went to the brothers'. 56 years ago. Never had any kind of close relationship with dad. Still don't and he's 91 now and deep into dementia where I'm always the liar and thief whenever he misplaces stuff.
A kid at kindergarten... Our class went to the local horse stables. As we were really little, we kinda did not see over the doors to the stalls. So when our teacher saw a mare with a foal, she helped to lift all of us to see. But next time we came to the stall, where a fully black horse was. She start lifting us, and I stand in the line, because, I LOVED black horses. But when I came to her, she told me, she's not going to lift me to see that horse, because I'm too heavy. And proceed to lift ALL the other kids... but me. So all I saw from that horse was his hooves, and legs through a tiny hole between the planks. Come on, I was 4, she could tell me to help her and hold the top of the stall to support myself... not just let me stand there, and let other kids to laugh at me for not see the horse, when I was known for the biggest horse lover in the class...
Another was at elementary school, when I had a bad grade from my native language. My teacher offered us to get better grade, and icluded me. I tried really hard, I asked her about things I did not understand, actively involved into her teaching before exam... but the day, when all the students get the chance to change their grades, she just told me "Yeah, I looked at your grades and, you'll not get a better grade, so I'll not even examinate you." and then proceed to examinate everyone else from the group.
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This happened to my mother. She was house hunting in Texas around 1961. The agent called about a new listing in a very upscale neighborhood. It belonged to an elderly couple who decided to downsize. It was perfect for her 4 children, and priced below market. She wanted to put in an offer and place money in escrow. It turned out that Texas had a law that a married woman needed her husband's approval to buy real estate. My father was on a business trip and when he returned the house was sold. For the rest of her life, if you wanted to see my mother go ballistic, just mention that house.
So many to choose from, lol… I guess id go with: Back when I was a sophomore in high school, a teacher gave us an assignment to make a diorama of a book we had read. My mother was an artist so I borrowed her good, expensive prismacolor pencils to color in the background of my project. The teacher gave me an F with the comment that high schoolers shouldn’t use crayons… and refused to hear any appeal on it…
My dad had to go away to California for a few days for work and it happened that he was going to be gone for my 12th birthday. He could only take one kid, so he chose my sister. Yeah, she got to go to Disneyland instead of me and to top it off, my grandpa (dad's dad) passed away 2 days after that same birthday. Still salty about dad taking her, almost 30 years later, but on a happy note, the day grandpa died, I named my future first child.
When I was 8 I won the regional school swimming race (100 free) but I was in lane 8. The judges were only watching the two favourites in lanes 4 and 5. I mean, I won by a lot. There was no video back then so when my Dad and quite a few others protested the Judges apologised but said basically "too bad so sad". The guy they picked had the decency to say he knew I won, but it still bugs me..
I have a 2021 car I bought back in 2020. It's an SUV and has windshield wipers on the front and back windows. I go to Autozone to buy new wiper blades and they offer to install them. I say yes, we drive away, everything seems fine. Then it rains and I turn them off. The front ones are working fine, but the back is giving off this really loud squeaky sound. I turn it off, go home, and realize he hadn't taken the cover off. It felt like sandpaper. Now 80% of my back window has scratches (deep scratches that can't just be buffed off) on a car that I've taken meticulous care of.
My mother died recently. I had been off from work taking care of her and my father. They both had covid. They both ended up hospitalized but in different hospitals. When I emailed work the morning my mom passed i of course included my boss. Not once during the week I was out making arrangements did I hear from her. Not a text or email. I was back at work for 2 days and had been in a meeting with her before she even acknowledged my loss. I have worked with her for 20 years! Still very salty.
In second grade, I was a bookworm/nerd, preferred reading to playing outside etc. one time in class we have playtime, I ask if I can do math instead. Stupid teacher tells me no and says "Go play with your friends." Of course me being dramatic as any little kid would be, I start crying, and when my friends come over to comfort me, SHE TELLS THEM TO GO AWAY. I hated that teacher. Also, Because I was "gifted", I would always get done with things first and be bored, so I'd doodle on my desk, and rather than, idk, let me erase it, she made me stay in during recess to wash it off with a wet paper towel, and mentioned it to my parents in the hopes they'd scold me. Mrs. Muench, I still hate you.
"when I was a kid I threw a tantrum and my teachers didn't fall for it, and then they also didn't want me defacing school property."
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Had a girl bully me on MSN saying that I stole her mp3 player. My mom caught me crying and called the girl's mom who said it was laying there at home. I still payed the bully 70€ (I got 5€ a week) Few years later she was in my class at another school and acted like she didn't even remember it. I did, I still do. I know it's bad thing to say but I hope her kid will get bullied so she'll know what it's like. And what it does to someone.
I worked my a** off for last 2 years to meet my KPI and the company KPI. I gave it all, hoping to get some raise and land me a promotion. With 95% achievement, I earned very little raise compared to my coworkers who did nothing but still had a raise. And I lost the promotion because the employer prefered the outsider than developed the existing people. When I asked about my career development there, I didn't get clear answer. Heart broken, I updated my CV immediately and contacted some headhunters.
I took drama in secondary school (not sure what the non-UK) equivalent is but I was 15). Our teacher announced we would be performing a romantic scene and to pair up with another kid of the opposite gender. Everyone paired up in seconds and I was left in the middle of the room alone. I was absolutely humiliated and the teacher said "oh I thought I counted an even ratio of boys to girls...well I guess you'll just have to join a pair and swap out with the other girl. Now I refuse to believe this woman didn't have it out for me. She said to me, she doesn't like kids who take her class as a 'doss' subject (a subject that's easy to pass) I didn't take it as a doss subject, I just wasn't very good at drama.
learn to forgive, forget, & move on, folks... the best scripture in the bible is "and it came to pass"... do a passage search in the KJV, and this will come up 463 times... Folks, it came to pass. It didn't come to stay. So let it go, lest you become a bitter old Gollum someday. You hold on to your anger like he held on to his precious ring. Bad Gollum.
Oh bugger off with your God stuff... People are allowed to vent. If you don't like it don't read it.
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My younger brother and I hot punished for hiding my grandpa's diving equipment, so we had to stay inside and do some chores whilst my older brother - the true criminal mastermind, who actually hid it - was allowed to go snorkelling. I'm still mad at the smug face he made back then.
When I was a kid I always thought I was fat, I wasn't but when the grade 5 teacher decided to do a play about healthy foods, my best friend was to represent skinny and I was to represent fat. I cried all the way home but my mother just said to do the play and not let it bother me. My entire life I have considered myself fat even when, at 5.6 and weighing 110. Very sad
2x Rolls Royce's + 2 BMW's + Microbus + a huge house and as children we never saw a cent of that. Both parents will die broke.
I had to skip the last few posts because so many reminded me of stuff I'm still pi$$ed about that happened DECADES ago.
My mom's friend knew someone who could cut hair. The friend came over trimmed my mom's hair and gave me a haircut. My mom wanted my hair shorter for the summer. The lady cut my hair so short that my kindergarten teacher thought I was a new boy student in the class, this was in May. On field day, second to last day of school, we did a variety of activities like races and tug-of-war. The 6th grade helpers kept trying to put me on the boys' team. I kept saying but I'm a girl. They thought I was confused. This was in the late 70s.
Two incidents come to mind for me. Both involving my sister who's eight years older who I didn’t have a good relationship with (read abusive). I was a diligent saver growing up, had a ‘tin can’ piggy bank that was sealed, and would crack open when full - not just coins but large notes too so a considerable sum would build up. I bought was a personal CD player (MP3 / Ipod wasn’t a thing yet) Christmas comes (sister comes home from university) and goes, and in the new year I can’t find it. family decided I must have left it somewhere, too irresponsible to buy another etc. Time passes and sister is home for a visit, I pass by her room and there it is on her bed! Well, I pick it up and take it back, then go confront her in front of mum about taking it. “oh I just found it” was the response. Cow plop. She even had the cheek to ask to borrow it later that day.
This one I have no proof, but I know… (over Christmas again) was the original Xbox had released, I’d been saving for ages. Cracked open the piggy bank and I had just enough, so I put it in my wallet and when shops opened again got mum to take me. At the counter I start counting out the money and my heart hits the floor, I’m £20 down and embarrassed in front of everyone. Mum made some excuse that I must have miscounted... she did sub me the £20, so must have had some idea that my sister was involved again. Sister and I are on better terms now, but still she terrorised me for 15 years so **** you still.
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Life long of my mother favourising my younger sister.I look after her now, do everything for her but she's still doing it. I often resent her
I still remember in 7th grade, my class did the long jump (running jump, two steps and a leap), and I jumped past the edge of the sand box. No one else had gotten close to that far. Gym teacher said I couldn't win because I had exceeded the parameters. Still annoys me when I think about it....
Why do I have hair issues, to this very day? I was 6 years old. I had naturally curly hair with wringlets almost to the small of my back. My mom decided she wanted to get her long hair cut short. So of course she decided that I was going to get my hair cut too. Went from those wringlets to hair cut extremely short. The next day at school I wouldn't take off my winter hat. Eventually the teacher just pulled it off and took it away. Then, as we stood to sing the national anthem she said to the class "I see we have a new little boy in the class today". Yes, as I said, 59 years later and I still have hair issues.
My dad accused me of breaking a door handle. On holiday. He worked around 50 weeks a year. We rarely had time together as a family. One time we had a small trip. He slept so much because he was exhausted. We were so happy to finally have some family time, the dad sleeping all the time was boring as a kid, but okay. Then he went ballistic at me for breaking the doorhandle. Except I didn't break it, it was faulty. He kept yelling, I kept trying too explain, which made him more angry. I was a sobbing mess. Few days later the handle faulted on him, I had to help. No thank you, no excuse, no I'm sorry. Nothing. This is unfortunately a core memory. I was so deeply hurt he didn't believe me, and even when it was evident it wasn't my fault, no apologies.
My son's Scout troop's first pinewood derby - his car wins in literally no contest; every race a runaway - and yes, we did a little engineering on it, but he did most of the work - wins a blue ribbon from the dollar store - second year, we come in second, winner gets a 4 foot tall trophy.
Just to clarify for people, "wins in no contest" means he won by sweep. It's a bit of confusing language, but it basically means "nobody was even able to put up any real competition", not "he didn't win anything".
Load More Replies... Some of these, not all I emphasise, are just sad. People still holding a grudge because when they were 7 a teacher said something mean to them? Jeez, move on!
They are sharing their stories in a thread in which the topic is sharing these stories - it isn't holding a grudge, it's contributing to a conversation (or in this case thread) at hand.
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Ten years old. The church picnic. I was winning the sack race, when the pastor's son hopped from his sack and just ran to the finish line. He was awarded by the assistant pastor the first class ribbon, and I got the second. When my mother complained, the assistant pastor told her that "there is nothing in the rules that says you can't just run the race" and that pride is a sin.
But lying, cheating, abuse of power and abusing a minor (by using the authority of your office to treat them unfairly) are all OK?
Load More Replies... The Reddit threads are archived. I need to get this out to the world. One time in the library in Junior High I was sitting with my class while the librarian was going through missing, late books. I knew I handed all mine in. She held up a card (cards you sign and are kept in a pocket in the books. You sign it and give it to the librarian when you take out the book.) and said my name and that I didn't hand in Robinson Crusoe. I never took out that book, ever. Somehow the card had my printed name on it. I was framed, I tell you. Signature forged by someone. No one believed me and I ended up having to "replace" that book with one that I owned. The whole class was laughing at me. I'm bitter about it to this day.
And after you had been so faithful to turn everything in! I am sorry that crushed your spirit. ❤️
Load More Replies... I bought a car recently. One of those cars that just goes on and on and on. It had a full log book. Bought it from a dealer with 3 years warranty. First time getting it serviced- "great car". Second service at a different mechanic- "I'm going to be honest with you, it needs a new engine". I took it to the actual car manufacturers dealership mechanic- "great car, nothing wrong with it". Just because I'm female, im not stupid and don't think I'm going to fork out for a new engine just cause you are "going to be honest". Urgh rant over
Bought my first car from a mechanic, big mistake, realized quickly that the head gasket was about to blow and he had done a quick thin paint job on it. Ended up smashing it into a phone pole anyway b/c 16 year olds are irresponsible dopes.
Load More Replies... I was about 8 years old and fairly outgoing. I was in a few school plays and was always happy to be called on to read out loud for the class. I also liked to sing and was one of the youngest in the school chorus. I was always singing along to music at home and on weekends when going to the grandparents in the old station wagon. Well, one weekend I was singing along to records on my portable record player in the back section of the car. My oldest sister that I really looked up to, suddenly turned around and yelled at me to "STOP THAT NOISE, NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOU". I was crushed and literally went from being an extrovert to an introvert in those few seconds. Killed all my confidence. I never volunteered to read in front of the class, no more school plays and I dropped out of chorus. I never joined any school events ever again. It changed my life completely. I even tried therapy as an adult but nothing could get that confidence back. I'm 61m now and I still resent that...
40 yrs ago, my ex abducted my 18 mos old son during a scheduled visitation. i contacted my attorney who told me i had to wait at least 48 hrs before anything legally could be done. called work, told them of situation and that i wouldn't be in as i was going to try to find my son. spent entire day contacting people he knew, checking places he would go, etc. that night, i checked a couple of nightclubs that i knew he had friends at. but, while at one club a co worker saw me, told my manager that i was partying and i got fired. even providing the later police report didn't get me reinstated. still pisses me off that i wasn't even given the benefit of the doubt in such a crisis.
That 48 hour rule is not true people just don't want to deal with the problem and assume it will resolve itself
Load More Replies... I wasn't l allowed to be valedictorian despite my GPA begin a full point higher than the other person because I graduated a year early. Supposedly there was a 30 year old rule that said students had to finish 7 semesters to be valedictorian. If it weren't for the fact that a) I had asked at the beginning of the year if me graduating early would hinder my chances and was told no b) 2 years before someone had graduated a year early as valedictorian c) they overturned the rule the next year so the principals daughter could graduate early as valedictorian and d) that I put up with a lot of harassment that year that I could have skipped if I had done just the 2 credits I needed and been done. 12 yrs ago and it still gets to me.
😒😡 There's so much politics & elitism in school systems. It disgusted me back in the 70s & it was the same in the 80s-90s when my kids were in school. It leaves a mark- been there
Load More Replies... What am I still salty about? Here goes. The mother of my oldest daughter abused me for years. When I had enough and asked her to leave, she did. Then came child services about every 2 months (for almost 2 years straight) and over 1,000 emails sent in the first 6 months, some with real threats. The police said it was a civil matter. When I finally got the police filings to go to the DA, was told that the things I said (with proof) just don't happen to men, and they will not file charges for stalking or harassment. My oldest daughter even quit school because her school gave her mother access to her records and her personal phone number. She has even changed her doctors to avoid her mother. (Mind you I have FULL custody of my children)
I even had the police show up one time after the mother threatened to trespass, the cops showed up with the mother right there refusing to leave, the officers REFUSED to trespass her off the property, but instead gave her a ride to another part of town (a taxi service). The officers would not even take a statement from me!
Load More Replies... I have one, but I'm going to tell another story for someone else, cuz it's been 22 years and I know that girl has GOT to still be salty about it. It was a high school talent show, and it was running long. The last act was a girl from choir singing flawless opera. She was a quiet girl, super reserved, and as a fellow anxiety sufferer I KNOW it was hard for her to get up there and do that. Well, half way through her performance the bell goes off and everyone in the auditorium just gets up and leaves. Like, mid song, 400 people get up, start chatting, grab book bags, and just f****n walk out on this girl like nothing's happening. She was a pro though. Just kept singing while all chaos was breaking lose. I felt bad then, and feel worse now. Shame on the staff for not calling it out. Icing on the cake, next day the winners of the show were two popular guys who lip synced to some terrible 90s rap song as a goof.
Wow. A lot of people seem to have emotional scars over some really mundane incidents. Goes to show what impact things make on a person, especially young. My biggest injustice is a bit more serious however. Some girls randomly assaulted my sister when she was 15 and it caused severe brain damage, rendering her mentally ill and ruining her life. (and my parents lives) That was in 1991. It happened in school and as far as I know they got away with it, no consequences. My parents should had taken legal action but didn't, I don't know why. Good thing I was a kid cause I would had done something regrettable to them. As an adult, I've never tried to figure out who they are cause I don't want to end up in jail.
I wrote about a mundane thing. If I wrote about the fact my rapist and attempted - murderer was never caught and the cops blamed me for being in the wrong place, it would just trigger my ptsd. I'm so sorry for your sister. I am also glad you didn't get in trouble for committing violence against her attackers.
Load More Replies... That makes me remember back when I was like 12 years old and a boy named Ricardo from my class stole my shiny Meowth Pokémon card when we were showing each other our collection books. I'm still pissed over a decade later. However, the story has a good end because i saw Ricardo again 8 years later when he was selling some old stuff he owned in some sort of street sale. I saw my Meowth, grabbed it from his desk and gave him a cold death stare before just walking off - the best thing about is that he definitely remembered that he stole this from me years ago, judging by the look on his face.
I dont know if this still counts...but the simple fact that we were below average(not rich) as kids made people treat us meaningless shits...now im growing up and im giving it my all...the memories still hurt
Our school had a Halloween poetry competition when I was ten. I wrote an excellent poem all by myself. But the winner was "Black and Gold", submitted by this dumb kid who could barely spell. Oh, and it was in his mother's handwriting. Years later I spotted that poem in a poetry anthology at the library. Plagiarism!
My mom let me choose my doughnut for the next morning. We had a whole other box of donuts. I wake up the next morning around 8:30 and it’s already eaten, my grandpas excuse - “the early bird gets the worm.” I F*****G CHOSE IT FOR MYSELF IT WAS MARKED IN A LITTLE BAG. I WAS THE EARLY BIRD BY PICKING IT OUT THE NIGHT BEFORE!
I will never be able to forgive my parents for bringing my siblings and I up in a religious cult. We were indoctrinated by a bunch of misogynistic abusive pastors/ministers who my parents then revered. We had no rights until we physically left home and moved overseas. Even though it's been 30 years the pain and destruction is still there. My parents ended up divorcing, my mother is now living on pittance as they 'tithed' all their money away so no retirement fund. My sibling suffers from trauma and mental health issues and struggles with long-term relationships, career advancement, social situations from being 'hard-wired' a certain way. I still feel bitter that a doomsday cult, with it's leader Herbert Armstrong, could destroy so many lives and there is no repercussions. We went without family, love and the basics so those bunch of idiots could live and retire very comfortably. My (educated) parents were so stupid to be sucked into it all - we lost our family.
In P3 (that's third grade in primary school, age 7 or so), we were given maths worksheets to complete in class. I was quite good at maths at that age, so I finished really quickly. The teacher refused to believe me, I'd finished so quickly I must have cheated. Even at that age I knew that was ridiculous-I hadn't copied from anyone because I finished first, I hadn't used a calculator because we didn't have them then, I hadn't got any help from anyone, there were no written answers on the back of the sheet, we'd only got given the worksheet at the start of the lesson so there was no time in which I could have looked up answers in advance. But he still wouldn't believe me, he tore my sheet up and made me do it again. 45 years later, and I'm still annoyed by the unfairness.
I feel you. I'm a speed reader (an actual one, not just a fast reader) and my teachers kept accusing me of not actually doing the reading. I'd always answer the questions and stuff, but sometimes I'd get a few wrong just because I'm not perfect or I misunderstood something, and they'd keep using this as "proof" that I was never doing the reading.
Load More Replies... My husband walked out on me after 18 years together because I was bedridden with arthritis. I moved back home and got proper treatment and got my life together. 8 months after leaving I let him back in my life. He walked out again 2 weeks ago. He won't have chance to do it a third time. 22 years together. Gone because he couldn't handle me having health issues.
I am so sorry. That's rough. You are right not to give him another chance.
Load More Replies... I feel so selfish saying this, but my brother was a drug addict and was in and out of prison most of my life. Our family bent over backwards to help him be it shelter or driving him to/getting him a job, money my parents and grandparents gave him for tools, clothes, outfits for interviews etc. I'm not angry that they tried to help him. But I do resent that I never got any help from my family. I did everything I was supposed to do- got good grades, went to college, worked full time, etc and I kind of got screwed. He got therapy (which I needed, too; he hurt me very bad when I was a kid), he got 2 cars paid for, and was able to live with them rent free for years. It wasn't a cakewalk for him-my dad was a real jerk to him. He relapsed over 10 times. He died a few years ago of an overdose. There's a part of me that's still salty that he got the benefit of the 'well, he really needs the help' kind of mentality. So did I. I deserved it. He squandered it.
I entered a 'science talent search' when I was in grade 1 (about 7 years old). A bit like a science fair (if what is shown on tv is accurate) but only certain students were chosen from each school and we competed against other schools. I made a model of a dragonfly, looking at detailed drawings to get it as close to real as possible. I suspended it from a coat hanger or something and wrote a poster all about dragonflies. My teacher gave me encouragement and we thought it was going to get really good marks. We get to the competition and after asking a couple of questions the judge said something like 'it would have been better if you had made it so it could fly or something' and not much praise. It was the project I had worked on the hardest in my two years of schooling so I was devastated. It still bugs me.
When I was little I would go to the Sears store and see this blue 10 speed hanging from the ceiling and I wanted that bike so bad....for like a year I did that every week. So I saved my money --all my birthday money and everything ,for the blue 10 speed. Than one day my parents went and bought me this ugly red 10 speed , With my money too!!! And they bought my little sister the blue one I had wanted for so many months!! I mentioned that to them, as an adult and they say they don't even remember that happening, but I remember it , And remember it very well and I will never forget it either!!
This happened to me when I was 8 and 9 and I know I will be super salty about it. I was bullied all year in third grade, and the start of fourth by two boys. I would constantly report them to teachers and got hit with the “Just ignore them and they will stop” b******t! THEN near the end of the year the principal talks to me. She asked if they bullied me solely, and I said yes but sometimes they are disruptive in class too. She then says “Oh we’ll they’re not bullying you they’re just targeting you.” It only stopped when me and a couple other witnesses told a teacher that they tried to grab me, push me, and get physical. F**K YOU MRS. PREFONTAINE!!!!
Multiple things. Mostly a lot of favoritism my parents showed towards my sister. But the one that's impacted me the most is recent. My grandmother died in 2013, my grandfather 3 years after. I was very close to them and devastated by losing them. But that's not where it ended. My grandfathers will split up his estates and assets between his three daughters, and when my sister and I became legal age, he changed it to include us. I wanted the house. I was living in another province at the time and this would have brought me home. My grandfather built this house himself when they immigrated to Canada after ww2, every single best memory I have is in this house, I wanted it to stay in the family. My mom and her sisters took advantage of my sister being busy with work and me being away and sold the house within a few months after his passing and basically used a numbers game against my sister and I because there was three of them, against us two.
I never even got a chance to buy the house, by the time I was told it was put on the market (thank you dad), it was sold. My mom and aunts kept trying to convince me my grandparents would love it going towards another family and that I wouldn't have gotten so much money as my inheritance without it. I don't care about money, I cared about our childhood home. And barely 4 years after they moved in, the family that bought the house and renovated it, it looks cold, modern, nothing at all like the house I grew up in, they took away everything that made it special. And decided to sell it for much more than I can afford. It wasn't a family home, it was a money making project. I'm going to be salty about this for a long time, because I wasn't even given a chance even though the will stated I did get an opinion.
Load More Replies... Ok I have to say this, I was in 3rd grade, we were not supposed to stop by the water fountain or bathroom on our way back to class. I can't remember why, but we were supposed to come straight back to the class. A few kids stopped and got water and used the bathroom. Our teacher asked who stopped on the way back to class after a long long silence a few kids raised their hands, the teacher looked at those hands and said those kids were the only ones who would get to go on break next because they were the only honest ones. And then she asked again who stopped by the water fountain and we all raised our hands then. I did not stop by the water fountain and I have always been mad at myself for caving to the pressure and admitting to something I didn't do, and second mad at that teacher for forcing me into a situation where I felt like I had to lie or be punished.
i was at a sleepover in fifth grade and there were only three girls up. i was half asleep when one of them starts shaking me and is telling me to move my sleeping bag across the room so she can talk with the other two. i just kinda groaned a no cause i was tired af. all three of them started making fun of me and calling me a baby and stuff. SORRY I DIDNT WANT TO MOVE ALL MY STUFF NATALIE SO YOU COULD GOSSIP ABOUT ME. it was also 3am.
My great grandmother was called Buddie by us kids. She was 100 and had all her facilities and just needed help getting up from bed and her chair and to and from the bathroom. She could walk, she just needed an arm to lean on. She lived with my grandparents and my grandpa, her son in law, and she would banter and 'argue' all day; all in fun, but it kept her sharp. My grandparents cared for her, in their home, for over 30 years without complaint. We gave my grandparents a cruise trip & for that one week, my great aunt would 'watch' Buddie. Buddie had long silver hair that my grandma braided every day. My aunt cut her hair- just hacked it off because it was 'too much trouble'. Buddie cried and cried. Hair doesn't grow back for 100 year olds. hated
My 7th grade PE teacher screamed at me for not doing an assignment when I had the flu. Her friend, the science teacher, whom I also had, gave me a glare. She even had the audacity to act like everything was fine at PE!
A lot of these were about teachers and the psych abuse they handed out to kids. Awful, but not as awful as some of the things nuns did and got away with for years and years and years. I'm still PO at them after all these years. If we ever have a "tell us about your nun horror stories" thread, I'll tell you a couple of things.
My mother telling me I can’t go to my school formal (prom but in Australia) and then going with my sister for hers. Never forgiven her or my sister for that 30+ years later.
Growing up in a religious cult is something I can't get over - being completely indoctrinated, and not by my choice, as I was a child with no rights. Even though we've been out for 30 years the damage is lifelong. My parents divorced after 32 years, my mum now lives on pittance because of the money they gave in tithing and we worry about how she's going to manage in retirement. My sibling has mental health issues due to trauma and battles socially, with long-term relationships and getting ahead in his career, to name a few. I have to keep myself in check as I can slide downwards. It's been the ruin of our family - grandparents, aunties, cousins etc. were all shunned. Our lives would be so different if it wasn't for my (educated) parents being sucked into some ridiculous doomsday cult where the leader, Herbert Armstrong, and his army of misogynistic pastors/ministers got rich, fed their egos and lived cushy lives while we suffered...and still suffer.
I'm the oldest, a girl, with two younger brothers. We moved across the country when I was in Jr High. I made friends at church, but struggled to find friends in my large public school. I asked my parents to send me to the private school my church friends went to. They agreed, but only if I would play half the yearly tuition. At 14 all summer, but didn't make it to the halfway amount. I didn't go to the private school. Its my brothers turn to enter high school my parents sent both of them to the private school and didn't ask them to help pay for it at all (note: my parents finances didn't change during that time). Graduation approached and I wanted to go to a state college. My parents wouldn't help pay for it claiming private school for my brothers was expensive. I worked and got scholarships. When my brothers graduated they were both sent to out of state private collages at 6 times the cost of my school. When
When I was in junior high, in Spanish Literature class (I grew up in Mexico), I volunteered with a few classmates to reenact a classroom version of a Spanish play. I had a perfect score in that class. When we were in the presentation, one of the actors spoke really fast, and the teacher interrupted in a way that made everyone (actors and audience) laugh out loud. Once everyone was quiet again, we tried to continue, but of course, it was impossible after all the laughter. We ended up finishing the play the way we could, with some laughter interruptions. The teacher tried to give us a 5 (F), but I told her it was volunteer work, and if anything, to not give us any grade, because it was going to bring down our average... All the students that did not volunteer did not have that issue. She ended up going up to an 8, but it still affected my perfect 10 score I had until that moment.
A co-worker went over our heads multiple times to complain about others on our team, but never said anything to US. Shouldn't that be the first step? And the way she blew up when confronted about it, was beyond petty and unprofessional. I still work with her and have to be nice, but I am still salty about it.
I've got two things that I'm still rather salty about. First one was when I was about 5 or 6. My sister and I had a bunk bed and my parents decided I should have the top bunk. My sister really wanted it so one night she waited until I fell asleep and got in the top bunk with me. She fell asleep as well and literally kicked me out of the bed. I ended up hitting my head on our dresser and then to top it all off, my aunt spanked me for getting out of bed. Didn't even matter that it wasn't my choice to get out of the bed, didn't matter that I got hurt. Only reason I'm not mad at my sister over it is because I know that it was genuinely not her intention to kick me out of the bed, she had simply wanted to share it that night.
Second event was when I was about 11 and in school. Students would sit on the bleachers and wait our turn to get lunch. I was waiting for my class's turn and was sitting between two of my friends when they decided they were bored and started a friendly shoving match with each other. I, being between them, got caught up in this shoving match and before I could move or anything, a teacher saw what was happening and called all three of us down. We ended up being sent to sit in different corners of the gym (it was where we ate lunch) and had to wait for everyone else to get their lunch before we could. I ended up crying in that corner as everyone passed by me and could even hear kids whispering about the fact that I was crying. So thank you to that teacher whose name I do not remember anymore. Not only did you punish someone who was not actively shoving anyone else and was trying to get out of that situation, but you also placed me in a spot where I was humiliated by said punishment.
Load More Replies... Had a bingo at high school. But they had copied the bingo cards, so like 3 people at once would get a bingo. So when this happened (me and two other teens), they made us do a silly little dance competition. I thought it was funny and really danced. The other two did NOTHING, maybe swing their arms their bit. The winner was being voted by people cheering. One of them had a huge group of friends/classmates, was cheered on the loudest and won the prize.
When i was a little child my parents couldn't afford a little mermaid doll i always wanted. When i was 17 i remember coming back from school and see in the toy store a new little mermaid doll, and i was very happy, my mom asked me what i want as a birthday gift, i told he "nothing special just the new little mermaid doll" she says very well and leave, on my birthday open my moms gift really excited, but it was a pack of glitter gel pens and a stress ball. My face goes completly WTF and my mom ask "you don't like your present???" I told her that what happen with the little mermaid??? I was expecting some sort of explanation like "it is too expensive or they sale out on the toys store and i can't have one,etc" but noooooooo my mom have the money and everything, what was happened was that my sister tell her not to buy me the doll, because i was too old, that she needs to gave me something according to my age.
I have 2 -:the first being my dad taking my oldest sister to Disney World when I was like 8 or 9 around Christmas time. He left my middle sister and I at home. The second being that the New Kids On The Block came to our state fair and my sister got tickets with my dad’s help. She didn’t get me one, even knowing I was just a big a fan. Instead I got to walk around the fair grounds with my dad while she and her 2 friends went to the concert.
My parents pulled me out of Tech Crew in 7th grade. I loved tech crew. They said that I was getting bullied, apparently. It turns out that they just wanted to put me in Quiz Bowl, which I promptly quit. The next year, COVID hit and I couldn't do tech crew. Then, the year after that (9th grade), they wouldn't accept me because they had enough people. Thanks, parents: you took away something that I loved and lied about it.
My brother drove drunk and killed his best friend's sister. Parents ended up paying for a holiday to Mexico and Belize bc he was going to juvy for a year. I became a single mother at the age of 25. Went to school, got a job, made sure that my baby had everything she needed plus extras. My parents didn't help and told anyone with an ear that I was s**t and didn't know who the father of my baby was. A couple of my parents friends husbands even accused me of not knowing who the father was. Even though I had be only with one guy and he just happened to get me pregnant. I wasn't and am still am not a s**t lol
I was 23, had just had my son two months earlier, so still carrying a little extra weight. Mother-in-law, father-in-law, husband and I were discussing what to wear to an upcoming wedding---nobody I knew (their friends, and I never met them), so didn't care about "impressions"---and MIL said, "We can take you to XX Tent and Awning Company for them to custom make you a dress," and she roared with laughter, believing herself to be hilarious. FIL stood up for me, but husband laughed with his mother and agreed with her. I was only about 15 pounds overweight, not 200 pounds over. Fortunately, I divorced her son 40 years ago, and she's been dead since 1998.
Lets see... my sister stealing my notebook, mom regularly mispronouncing Cardiff (i wanted to visit when I was into Doctor Who), my dad for immediately making fun of me for getting my first ever payraise at my job, and my parents in general for making me raise my younger sisters. Oh and that one easter egg hunt where the eggs wer all hidden in the TREE. THAT I WASN'T ALLOWED TO CLIMB. BECAUSE I WAS DRESSED IN NICE EASTER CLOTHES.
5th grade. This girl named Precious told my teacher that I used profanity. I hadn't. At that point in my life, "stupid" was the worst word I could think to use. The teacher believed Precious and said I had to go to detention for lunch the next day. I told my mom. My mom went to the school with me the next day to defend me. The teacher said that I wouldn't have detention. Lunch time rolls around, and the teacher brings me to detention. I went to detention and told my mom about it when I got home. In a respectful manner, she chewed out the teacher and told the principal there better not be any more misunderstandings with that teacher. That was decades ago and I still think about it from time to time. F**k Precious and that teacher.
Dad would take brother aged 7, golfing with him. I (6 female) asked to go too. Was told I was too little. Bided my time and when I turned 7 asked again. Again told too little. Presented the fact that brother got to go at age 7. End result? Never got to go golfing. Dad also never came to any of my sports events. Went to the brothers'. 56 years ago. Never had any kind of close relationship with dad. Still don't and he's 91 now and deep into dementia where I'm always the liar and thief whenever he misplaces stuff.
A kid at kindergarten... Our class went to the local horse stables. As we were really little, we kinda did not see over the doors to the stalls. So when our teacher saw a mare with a foal, she helped to lift all of us to see. But next time we came to the stall, where a fully black horse was. She start lifting us, and I stand in the line, because, I LOVED black horses. But when I came to her, she told me, she's not going to lift me to see that horse, because I'm too heavy. And proceed to lift ALL the other kids... but me. So all I saw from that horse was his hooves, and legs through a tiny hole between the planks. Come on, I was 4, she could tell me to help her and hold the top of the stall to support myself... not just let me stand there, and let other kids to laugh at me for not see the horse, when I was known for the biggest horse lover in the class...
Another was at elementary school, when I had a bad grade from my native language. My teacher offered us to get better grade, and icluded me. I tried really hard, I asked her about things I did not understand, actively involved into her teaching before exam... but the day, when all the students get the chance to change their grades, she just told me "Yeah, I looked at your grades and, you'll not get a better grade, so I'll not even examinate you." and then proceed to examinate everyone else from the group.
Load More Replies... This happened to my mother. She was house hunting in Texas around 1961. The agent called about a new listing in a very upscale neighborhood. It belonged to an elderly couple who decided to downsize. It was perfect for her 4 children, and priced below market. She wanted to put in an offer and place money in escrow. It turned out that Texas had a law that a married woman needed her husband's approval to buy real estate. My father was on a business trip and when he returned the house was sold. For the rest of her life, if you wanted to see my mother go ballistic, just mention that house.
So many to choose from, lol… I guess id go with: Back when I was a sophomore in high school, a teacher gave us an assignment to make a diorama of a book we had read. My mother was an artist so I borrowed her good, expensive prismacolor pencils to color in the background of my project. The teacher gave me an F with the comment that high schoolers shouldn’t use crayons… and refused to hear any appeal on it…
My dad had to go away to California for a few days for work and it happened that he was going to be gone for my 12th birthday. He could only take one kid, so he chose my sister. Yeah, she got to go to Disneyland instead of me and to top it off, my grandpa (dad's dad) passed away 2 days after that same birthday. Still salty about dad taking her, almost 30 years later, but on a happy note, the day grandpa died, I named my future first child.
When I was 8 I won the regional school swimming race (100 free) but I was in lane 8. The judges were only watching the two favourites in lanes 4 and 5. I mean, I won by a lot. There was no video back then so when my Dad and quite a few others protested the Judges apologised but said basically "too bad so sad". The guy they picked had the decency to say he knew I won, but it still bugs me..
I have a 2021 car I bought back in 2020. It's an SUV and has windshield wipers on the front and back windows. I go to Autozone to buy new wiper blades and they offer to install them. I say yes, we drive away, everything seems fine. Then it rains and I turn them off. The front ones are working fine, but the back is giving off this really loud squeaky sound. I turn it off, go home, and realize he hadn't taken the cover off. It felt like sandpaper. Now 80% of my back window has scratches (deep scratches that can't just be buffed off) on a car that I've taken meticulous care of.
My mother died recently. I had been off from work taking care of her and my father. They both had covid. They both ended up hospitalized but in different hospitals. When I emailed work the morning my mom passed i of course included my boss. Not once during the week I was out making arrangements did I hear from her. Not a text or email. I was back at work for 2 days and had been in a meeting with her before she even acknowledged my loss. I have worked with her for 20 years! Still very salty.
In second grade, I was a bookworm/nerd, preferred reading to playing outside etc. one time in class we have playtime, I ask if I can do math instead. Stupid teacher tells me no and says "Go play with your friends." Of course me being dramatic as any little kid would be, I start crying, and when my friends come over to comfort me, SHE TELLS THEM TO GO AWAY. I hated that teacher. Also, Because I was "gifted", I would always get done with things first and be bored, so I'd doodle on my desk, and rather than, idk, let me erase it, she made me stay in during recess to wash it off with a wet paper towel, and mentioned it to my parents in the hopes they'd scold me. Mrs. Muench, I still hate you.
"when I was a kid I threw a tantrum and my teachers didn't fall for it, and then they also didn't want me defacing school property."
Load More Replies... Had a girl bully me on MSN saying that I stole her mp3 player. My mom caught me crying and called the girl's mom who said it was laying there at home. I still payed the bully 70€ (I got 5€ a week) Few years later she was in my class at another school and acted like she didn't even remember it. I did, I still do. I know it's bad thing to say but I hope her kid will get bullied so she'll know what it's like. And what it does to someone.
I worked my a** off for last 2 years to meet my KPI and the company KPI. I gave it all, hoping to get some raise and land me a promotion. With 95% achievement, I earned very little raise compared to my coworkers who did nothing but still had a raise. And I lost the promotion because the employer prefered the outsider than developed the existing people. When I asked about my career development there, I didn't get clear answer. Heart broken, I updated my CV immediately and contacted some headhunters.
I took drama in secondary school (not sure what the non-UK) equivalent is but I was 15). Our teacher announced we would be performing a romantic scene and to pair up with another kid of the opposite gender. Everyone paired up in seconds and I was left in the middle of the room alone. I was absolutely humiliated and the teacher said "oh I thought I counted an even ratio of boys to girls...well I guess you'll just have to join a pair and swap out with the other girl. Now I refuse to believe this woman didn't have it out for me. She said to me, she doesn't like kids who take her class as a 'doss' subject (a subject that's easy to pass) I didn't take it as a doss subject, I just wasn't very good at drama.
learn to forgive, forget, & move on, folks... the best scripture in the bible is "and it came to pass"... do a passage search in the KJV, and this will come up 463 times... Folks, it came to pass. It didn't come to stay. So let it go, lest you become a bitter old Gollum someday. You hold on to your anger like he held on to his precious ring. Bad Gollum.
Oh bugger off with your God stuff... People are allowed to vent. If you don't like it don't read it.
Load More Replies... My younger brother and I hot punished for hiding my grandpa's diving equipment, so we had to stay inside and do some chores whilst my older brother - the true criminal mastermind, who actually hid it - was allowed to go snorkelling. I'm still mad at the smug face he made back then.
When I was a kid I always thought I was fat, I wasn't but when the grade 5 teacher decided to do a play about healthy foods, my best friend was to represent skinny and I was to represent fat. I cried all the way home but my mother just said to do the play and not let it bother me. My entire life I have considered myself fat even when, at 5.6 and weighing 110. Very sad
2x Rolls Royce's + 2 BMW's + Microbus + a huge house and as children we never saw a cent of that. Both parents will die broke.
I had to skip the last few posts because so many reminded me of stuff I'm still pi$$ed about that happened DECADES ago.
My mom's friend knew someone who could cut hair. The friend came over trimmed my mom's hair and gave me a haircut. My mom wanted my hair shorter for the summer. The lady cut my hair so short that my kindergarten teacher thought I was a new boy student in the class, this was in May. On field day, second to last day of school, we did a variety of activities like races and tug-of-war. The 6th grade helpers kept trying to put me on the boys' team. I kept saying but I'm a girl. They thought I was confused. This was in the late 70s.
Two incidents come to mind for me. Both involving my sister who's eight years older who I didn’t have a good relationship with (read abusive). I was a diligent saver growing up, had a ‘tin can’ piggy bank that was sealed, and would crack open when full - not just coins but large notes too so a considerable sum would build up. I bought was a personal CD player (MP3 / Ipod wasn’t a thing yet) Christmas comes (sister comes home from university) and goes, and in the new year I can’t find it. family decided I must have left it somewhere, too irresponsible to buy another etc. Time passes and sister is home for a visit, I pass by her room and there it is on her bed! Well, I pick it up and take it back, then go confront her in front of mum about taking it. “oh I just found it” was the response. Cow plop. She even had the cheek to ask to borrow it later that day.
This one I have no proof, but I know… (over Christmas again) was the original Xbox had released, I’d been saving for ages. Cracked open the piggy bank and I had just enough, so I put it in my wallet and when shops opened again got mum to take me. At the counter I start counting out the money and my heart hits the floor, I’m £20 down and embarrassed in front of everyone. Mum made some excuse that I must have miscounted... she did sub me the £20, so must have had some idea that my sister was involved again. Sister and I are on better terms now, but still she terrorised me for 15 years so **** you still.
Load More Replies... Life long of my mother favourising my younger sister.I look after her now, do everything for her but she's still doing it. I often resent her
I still remember in 7th grade, my class did the long jump (running jump, two steps and a leap), and I jumped past the edge of the sand box. No one else had gotten close to that far. Gym teacher said I couldn't win because I had exceeded the parameters. Still annoys me when I think about it....
Why do I have hair issues, to this very day? I was 6 years old. I had naturally curly hair with wringlets almost to the small of my back. My mom decided she wanted to get her long hair cut short. So of course she decided that I was going to get my hair cut too. Went from those wringlets to hair cut extremely short. The next day at school I wouldn't take off my winter hat. Eventually the teacher just pulled it off and took it away. Then, as we stood to sing the national anthem she said to the class "I see we have a new little boy in the class today". Yes, as I said, 59 years later and I still have hair issues.
My dad accused me of breaking a door handle. On holiday. He worked around 50 weeks a year. We rarely had time together as a family. One time we had a small trip. He slept so much because he was exhausted. We were so happy to finally have some family time, the dad sleeping all the time was boring as a kid, but okay. Then he went ballistic at me for breaking the doorhandle. Except I didn't break it, it was faulty. He kept yelling, I kept trying too explain, which made him more angry. I was a sobbing mess. Few days later the handle faulted on him, I had to help. No thank you, no excuse, no I'm sorry. Nothing. This is unfortunately a core memory. I was so deeply hurt he didn't believe me, and even when it was evident it wasn't my fault, no apologies.
My son's Scout troop's first pinewood derby - his car wins in literally no contest; every race a runaway - and yes, we did a little engineering on it, but he did most of the work - wins a blue ribbon from the dollar store - second year, we come in second, winner gets a 4 foot tall trophy.
Just to clarify for people, "wins in no contest" means he won by sweep. It's a bit of confusing language, but it basically means "nobody was even able to put up any real competition", not "he didn't win anything".
Load More Replies... Some of these, not all I emphasise, are just sad. People still holding a grudge because when they were 7 a teacher said something mean to them? Jeez, move on!
They are sharing their stories in a thread in which the topic is sharing these stories - it isn't holding a grudge, it's contributing to a conversation (or in this case thread) at hand.
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