Unfortunately, nobody can hurt us quite like the people we love the most. Whether it's a friend or family member, these people all felt the cold sting of betrayal when it turned out that the people in their lives were not who they seemed. But on the bright side, when you manage to get sweet revenge on the person who betrayed you, it's all the more sweet.
My wife had a falling out with some friends of mine that she met through me. We had known them a long time but I had known them for much longer. I was upset with her one night, because they were always asking why she never came around anymore, but she absolutely refused to see them. I always thought it was because of this little side business project they went into together that didn't work out.
So, I'm driving my wife somewhere, and I just start getting upset with her that she won't make up with them and move past it like they did, and it sucks that she never comes with when I go over there. So, she finally broke and told me the painful truth. Every time she went over there without me, they would talk smack about me, putting down my personality, my humor, and much more.
I guess they thought she would be okay with it, like a joking, "Haha my husband can be such a [insert something], right?" But she wasn't okay with it. She's not a confrontational person, so she never really spoke up, but she was disgusted by the way they spoke about me behind my back, and refused to have anything to do with them.
She had been letting me think it was all her fault and she took it because she knew the truth would hurt my feelings. And it did.
I knew my ex-wife was cheating on me but didn’t tell her that I knew. I took her out to dinner and casually asked questions about who she had been spending time with while I was at sea. During this time, she failed to mention the guy who had been staying at my house for months, the guy she had to call the authorities on just to get to leave because I was coming home in two days.
So I slid her a copy of the law enforcement report that was filed for the incident and watched as she crumbled over the fact she had been caught, and I didn’t have to say a word.
The most insensitive question I have ever been asked is “Why did you give him the money?” This question was asked by the manager at the store I used to work for, in response to me telling her that I had just gotten robbed at gunpoint during my shift. I thought this person had my back...I guess a few bucks from our cash register was more important than my life, as far as she was concerned.
When I was in middle school art class something funny happened and I let out a loud laugh. I then overheard one of my childhood best friends whisper to another person, “God I hate trader2488’s laugh". I immediately looked at him and said, “What?” and he just looked down at the table like he didn’t hear me. This actually made me change my laugh. It’s completely different from what it used to be.
I was copied into an email conversation where about ten messages earlier one of my employees had described me as an idiot and suggested to the recipients that they didn’t get me involved in the situation they were discussing. I’d always thought we got on well and it knocked my confidence down a couple pegs. Feels bad, man.
I heard my dad saying he expected my twin sister to do great things. That wasn’t so bad until he followed it up with, “I don’t know what we’ll do about [My Name], though". He still doesn’t know I heard that, and I plan to keep it that way for the rest of my life. The best revenge is a life well-lived, I suppose.
Everyone I invited to my first sleepover laughed while reading my diary entries about how my dad had been abusing me (I'd left the room and one had gone snooping). It was worse when they wouldn't stop or give it back when I burst in and pleaded with them to, then everyone laughed even harder. That was the first and last time I wrote anything real like that in a diary.
Walked up on a bunch of people who I thought were my friends talking smack about me saying I'm a loser and all this other basic garbage. When they saw me, they fell silent and I just walked away. That really hurt but I got over it eventually. It happens I guess. Sometimes your friends just aren’t really your friends.
I went to school with a black eye and busted nose from my dear old dad. Child services was called to do a home check—I will never forgive my parents for what they said to them. My dad and mom told the worker I'd done it to myself and I wanted to take my own life and that I'd written in my diary that I wanted to end my little brother’s life.
I didn't even have a diary and of all the people I was close to, my little brother was #1. It got me a blacker eye and an involuntary stay in a locked ward. I bailed ASAP.
Background: I'm 12 years younger than my older sisters and I was unplanned. At age seven, I overheard my mom crying and saying I was the reason she didn't love my dad anymore/we were poor/why she isn't happy and that she didn't want to be a mom anymore. She said she “didn't know how to love someone who ruined her entire life".
It was Christmas Eve and she was tipsy talking to her best friend on the phone. It broke my heart/spirit and that was only the beginning of my awful childhood. Side note: I'm 29 now and moved out when I was 15 to protect myself. I have no contact with my parents and I'm fully aware it wasn't my fault I was born....but shoot, this memory still screws me up...
I attended my niece’s wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony, and they seemed to be genuinely in love. Then, shortly after the ceremony, the groom dropped a shocker; he announced to everyone, including his bride, that he had enlisted in the Navy and was due to report in a few weeks. She was beyond surprised. They didn't even make it a year.
Went out to a bar with some friends for a birthday party for my ex-girlfriend. She really messed me up when she left me, like really bad, but I was trying to be nice since she invited me. I figured I’d go out and be there for a drink or two. So, a mutual friend who had been broken up with a few days before was there.
As I made the rounds I talked to her and tried to do whatever I could to let her know it would be okay. I’m no therapist, but I did my best, ya know? I knew what a bad breakup felt like, as I was also going through one, so I tried to help. Anyways, after I left the table I overheard her talking to my ex at the bar about me trying to give her advice.
She said, “Well nobody has ever loved him so what does he know about any of this?” and they started laughing like it was hilarious. I don’t think they know I heard, but I grabbed my coat immediately and took a long walk home. I don’t need people like that in my life, haven’t willingly seen either of them since.
I got really excited one day back in high school when a friend of mine invited me to a party that one of the cool kids was hosting. I had always wanted a chance to hang out with that crowd, and was elated that I would finally get it. As soon as I walked in the door, one of the kids made a face and then asked me, “Who told you about this party?” in a way that made it very clear I was not wanted at this event.
I caught my girlfriend of four years cheating on me. After a few weeks of hating myself, I decided to try and rebound with someone else. I ended up sleeping with a girl who always tried hitting on me while I was still in my relationship. While we were in bed together, she asked me, in what seemed to be a bizarre attempt at being sexy, “How does it feel knowing that someone who told you she loved you every night was doing this with someone else?”
My best friend’s story not mine, but figured it’s worth sharing (we’ll call her Kerri). She was born super premature, but she ended up completely fine (like you would never know unless you saw the pictures of when she was born). Anyways when she was around eight, she was at the top of the stairs, head peeking through the banister.
She was secretly listening to her parents argue downstairs about how her dad was too hard on her brother for his grades. Her mom says, “Well why aren’t you that hard on Kerri? She doesn’t get straight As either!” and her dad responds, “Kerri was born premature, she’s probably disabled". Yeah, that one had to hurt.
"He acts like people actually like him! Someone needs to tell him; we only hang out with him because he will do almost anything you tell him to. He's a sad little puppet". This was said by a girl I had a major thing for. Granted, any time someone said something starting with things like, "Wonder what would happen if..". and "$20 says you wouldn't/couldn't do " I would jump on it and do it (attempt it).
Overheard my mom saying to my dad, “Why can’t he [me] be like [my sister] and be smart?” I’ve never really gotten over that one. I have taken pretty much the hardest classes and get straight As and score in the top 1% on almost every standardized test I’ve taken, so I’m not really sure what else they want from me.
Distant relatives visiting during the holidays talking about my siblings and cousins all doing amazing in school etc. and how if I never made it in sports, I'd probably be working minimum wage for the rest of my life. Over 10 years later sports career fizzled in college but I'm the only one out of all those relatives earning in the six-figure range yearly with my own house. Sucked when I heard it but guess I should be thankful for the motivation it gave me that spurred my work ethic as a teen forward.
I went through a nasty break up with my oldest kid’s mom that lasted several years. We were never married and she was crazy as heck, so she told the hospital she didn't know our kid's father just so she could have leverage over me. You know, like a sane person does. Years later and after several investigations into child abuse, she lost custody.
Over the next several years, we kept getting oddly specific complaints about things going on in my house and my daughter and her step mom specifically. Dumb stuff like matching clothes or details about how we do time out. Then my mom passed. When we switched her Facebook to memorial mode, I saw that she had been talking bad about me for years to my ex and was essentially spying on me for her and twisting information.
I'm guessing it's because she felt bad for a mother that lost her kid, but it was still a jerk move. It's been two years and I still refuse to visit her grave with my siblings; I haven’t shed a tear for her since.
I ghosted a really close personal friend after she pocket called me and overheard her talking bad about my personal issues—things that I had confided in her about.
I had just moved into my dorm for my second year of college. My roommate was my best friend since ninth grade. My stuff hadn't arrived yet, and it was my time to register, so I asked him if I could use his computer. He said sure. I sat down, and he had AIM open to a conversation with another good friend of ours.
I didn't scroll up, but from what was just visible on screen, they were talking about how weird I was and how awful it would be rooming with me. I closed it so he wouldn't realize later I'd seen it, registered, and left. We still lived together that year, but we didn't hang out at all. We just cohabited. I never asked him to hang out as friends, he never asked me.
Move-out day that year was the last time we spoke. That was over ten years ago. We chatted every day for six years, then haven't spoken since. I still don't know if I did or said something to flip how he felt about me, or if he never really liked me to begin with. The possibility of the latter really screws up your future friendships. Heck, the former does, too, knowing apparently you're capable of unknowingly saying or doing something to throw away a five-year friendship.
My father said he was too busy to come see us on Christmas. I told him my two-year-old had picked presents out for him. I was also going to announce my second pregnancy. I was at my brother’s house when my father called to offer my brother a ride to the airport Christmas morning. The airport is less than 5 minutes from our house.
When the priest equivalent at a wedding I attended said, "You may kiss the bride," the groom leaned in for a kiss—and the bride turned her head! What should have been the most romantic kiss of their lives turned into a peck on the cheek. Even as a child, that set off alarm bells for me. They have been divorced now for a long time.
I ghosted my friend after she lied to me about why she couldn’t come to my wedding after I bought her $100 bridesmaid dress that she couldn’t afford. Of course, after I bought hers I had to buy all the other bridesmaids’ dresses because it wasn’t fair to only do it for her. She told me her family was forcing her to go out of town.
I found out later she was babysitting her grandparents’ dog. But that’s not the worst part. Their house was in town. 10 minutes from the venue site.
When I was in the seventh grade, the start-up my dad was a part of was failing miserably in no small part due to a straight-up crazy CEO. While at the CEO’s house, my dad observed the CEO's toddler daughter picking up a piece of dog poop and licking it. So he picked her up and told her to give her dad a big kiss. Cold, dad—but absolutely genius.
I broke my back when I was a teenager in an accident that left me paralyzed from the waist down. Shortly after the accident, this girl from my school decided to ask me: “So are you planning on ending your life some time soon?” Naturally, my response was “What? No. Why would I want to do that?” She responded by saying, “It's just that if I was in your situation, that’s what I would want to do…”
The most insensitive question that I have ever been asked as "Why didn't you just, like, have the baby?" This was asked of me by a friend the day after I told her that I’d had a miscarriage. Not only was this question extremely insensitive, it was also extremely stupid. I mean, honestly, how does she think this stuff works?
When I was 16 years old, I got asked by some random male guest at my aunt's house if I knew that I was prettier when I wasn’t smiling. I’ve always been self conscious of my teeth, and this guy just made that so much worse with this question. I’m 28 now and I still hate my teeth, but now I will at least smile in some pictures.
“What did you do to cause that?” is the most insensitive question that I have ever been asked. It was posed to me by a female friend after I told her about how my ex-boyfriend had cheated on me. Can someone please explain to me why anyone would ever think that this might be an appropriate question to ask someone?
We were friends from work. He had split up from his ex with whom has three kids, and I needed to be closer to work. We went 50/50 on an apartment. With me being the nerd, I agreed to pay the tech bills—internet, phone, cable TV. He agreed to pay the power, as he burnt more when his kids were over on visits.
One day, I came home to a dark house. Hmmmm. I investigate. He hadn't paid the power for AGES because his new girlfriend wanted the money. But it got even worse. I discovered he wasn't paying his rent for the same reason. I ended up down $5,000, with no power, no rent money, and was evicted soon after.
I’m not sure how my dad discovered this, but he found out he had a secret older brother, his parents' oldest child (Ron, if I remember right, named after his dad). When Ron was preschool-aged, my grandparents were told he was mentally disabled. Horrified, they turned him over to the state and never spoke of him again.
Years later, they learned the truth. Word got back to them that the kid was not, in fact, disabled; he had "auditory dyslexia"(now called auditory processing disorder). He grew up to be a fully functioning, independent adult. He refused to have any contact with the family when my dad reached out. I don’t blame him at all.
My dad tried to run out on my mum while she was pregnant with me, because he’d been embezzling money from a photography club at his workplace (a government institution) where he’d been treasurer. It was all about to come out because the club needed the money, so my dad decided to cut and run. My mother’s brother and father caught him by pure accident as he was leaving the house, and my grandad, a burly Scottish coal miner, got him by the throat and told him if he ever pulled a stunt like that again, he’d be dead.
My dad, according to the story, wet himself right there. My grandad paid the money back to the club so that no one found out, as not only would my dad have lost his job, he’d most likely have been jailed too. My mum could never trust him with money again, and so although they had a joint bank account, she had them limit his access and made a separate account to control the bills etc.
She went back to work so she could always support herself, which in those days, in rural Scotland, was really uncommon. In that area, most women were stay-at-home moms, so there was no such thing as childcare for kids under four. Mum went back to her job as a primary school teacher and I spent the first few years of my life sleeping in a basket in the stationery cupboard in her classroom.
At mum’s funeral, some of her former colleagues were still coming up to me, saying, “Oh, it’s the baby in the cupboard!”
My (soon to be) ex-wife met another guy about a year ago. She was so bad at hiding it that I thought she wanted to get caught. When I confronted her, she lied even with solid evidence. But a few months later stuff starts disappearing from the house and we started to have no money every month, even though I have a good job. I was devastated when I learned what she was doing. She was actually paying bills to start her new life with this guy, using my money.
I had just gotten a brand-new Gameboy as a birthday gift when my cousin who was 5 years older grabbed it and smashed it to the floor. When I found out why he did it, my blood ran cold. Apparently, he thought it was a FREAKING CALCULATOR and said I didn’t really need it because I was “already good at math". A jerk, and a dumb one at that.
I saw two girls that I roomed with for a short while in college had been publicly posting on Facebook about how weird, annoying, and disrespectful I was. Their reasoning was that I was taking an 8:30am class and only weirdos do that, and that I made a mega-ton of noise every morning and disrupted their precious sleep.
It hurt because I tried really hard to not be disruptive. I wouldn't let my alarm go off, because I woke up naturally around the time it was scheduled and would just turn it off before it beeped (this was partially out of anxiety). I changed clothes in the bathroom, tiptoed everywhere, and wouldn't even EAT or ZIP MY BACKPACK in the room because I wanted to be quiet.
As far as I knew, neither of them woke up any of those mornings—and they never said anything to me about it.
I played college basketball, and one of my teammates had a chronic condition with the truth. My first summer we were roommates, and I always suspected he was stealing my clothes. At one point, every player received a custom pair of Jordans in our school's colors. But within a week mine went missing. A month later, I noticed my roommate/teammate was wearing a pair of Jordans. Later in the day we were in a gym and I waited until we were all relaxing, and he had the soles of his shoes facing forward as he sat.
I told all of my other teammates what I suspected, and approached him. "Hey, have you seen my Jordans?" "Naa, I already told you. Now leave me alone," "Then why is my number written on the soles of the shoes you're wearing?" The team equipment staff had predicted some shoes might go missing, so they had marked each pair. I made him take the shoes off right there, since I couldn't trust I'd get them back at the end of the day. After that, his nickname on the team was Simba, for being the Lying King.
Boyfriend finally convinces me to have a threesome after months of begging. I finally agree, and our mutual friend comes over. Things get hot and heavy, and when he starts being with her, he moans “Darn, you feel even better than usual!” Everyone freezes. He tries to tell me that he was thinking about me while being with her, and that it just felt differently.
But she felt so guilty that she confessed on the spot. They'd been having an affair for months. She begged me to forgive her. We don’t really talk anymore, but last I heard she had been dating my ex for over a year.
I helped an older woman who mistakenly rented a room in her house to the most evil family I've ever met. She offered the two rooms and private bathroom to the family of four because the house they were renting caught fire and they were forced out into a hotel. She just wanted to help. Took them out to dinners and all the insane things you'd imagine the nicest person in the world to do.
So they stabbed her in the back. Never paid rent. Abused the heck out of her laundry machine and ate her food.
So I went over one day and could hear the toilet running from the hallway. They didn't care about wasting water. So I grabbed a recorder and knocked on the door asking if I could come in and check on the running toilet. The mother just banged on the door back at me so loud it sounded like she was going to break the door. Then shouted at me through the door about how she was going to bury the old woman in the back yard.
She eventually let me in, I fixed the toilet and moved on to other projects around the house. Figured that was over with. NOPE. About 15 mins later I see a cop car in the driveway. Ok, this is BS, but I guess I should go talk to them. Cop sees me coming and as soon as I was within earshot he starts lecturing me about how unlawful it is to harass tenants.
I stopped him and said "You're yelling at me without even asking for my side of the story. Would you like to hear what actually happened?" So I played the recording. He spun around and unleashed fury on this woman for lying to him. All the while I stood there smiling at her from over his shoulder. I'll never forget that feeling of actual justice in the middle of an eight-month-long nightmare.
A co-worker briefly dated a guy but broke up with him when he was demeaning to her over her career. The last thing he said to her was, "I guess you and I aren't made of the same stardust". A couple months later, she checks his Instagram and, lo and behold, "our little miracle has been born," with photos of him, a woman, and a newborn infant. She did the math and realized that the whole time they were dating, he had a pregnant girlfriend he never mentioned. I guess they weren't made of the same stardust after all!
I overheard my dad telling my mom that he didn’t expect my brother and I to get accepted at NDSU. A month ago I flaunted that acceptance packet right in his face. Since then, he’s also told me that I probably won’t amount to much, and I’ll be a failure, as well as his plans for me if such thing were to occur to cause him the least amount of embarrassment.
Not overheard, but actually read in a file about me. My mother passed suddenly and I received a file from my father that she was meaning to give to me. It was a psychological profile, along with it tests, personality results, and other stuff. This wasn't a surprise to me since I'm autistic and have been in therapy as a child.
There was a part however about my family and their trouble with living with me. Especially my brothers and my dad were having problems coping and learning how my existing pained them was difficult. My parents got divorced basically because of me. My brothers were embarrassed by me. I'm doing better than expected.
I was never supposed to be living in my own. There was talk about assisted living or even an institution, but somehow I managed to leave home as soon as I became 18. I got married, had kids, and even though I struggle a lot, I get by. I even have a good relationship with all my brothers, even though they still have trouble treating me as an adult.
It's like always thinking everybody knows you're disabled except you. And then finding out it's true.
My boss mocking me to my entire team. To be fair, I was being a jerk but it wasn't without reason. The product I was working on was not working as intended so I kept getting farther and farther behind overall. When I brought up my concerns with production potentially contaminating my product and causing it to behave incorrectly he told me the product wasn't the problem, I was because I wasn't working fast enough.
I got extremely frustrated because I had zero support on this. There was massive pressure and I needed to get this done so with frustration-tears running down my face I snapped something along the lines of, "Okay, fine, I guess this is just how we do business now. I'll push it through". An hour later I heard him behind the hoods—and what he said made me absolutely furious.
In his most high pitched, condescending, mocking, girl voice to everyone I work closely with (I'm the only female in on my team) he said, "Okay, fine, I guess this is just how we do business now. I'll push it through," while he incorrectly recounted our conversation, making me look really bad. The worst part though?
There really was a problem with production, it was a huge one and he took credit for discovering it. My team does not respect me anymore after that, I'm now just talked down to. It feels so horrible that I let my emotions get the better of me just once and in the matter of five minutes everyone's perception of me changed so drastically that I can't get anyone to take anything I say seriously.
It has gotten so bad that I'm looking for another job and I'm willing to take significantly lower pay just to escape the "emotional female" ghost that now haunts me.
I'm probably blocking out the worst cases. I've learned it's pretty much human nature to talk trash about anyone who isn't present, so no reason to take it personally, but when you're a kid it's a miserable experience. The worst case recently: I have a weird neurological problem in my shoulder and arm that no one has ever been able to diagnose.
During an intense flare-up I was referred to a physical therapist by a friend. The therapist saw me once and recommended surgery; I was very reluctant to take this advice, but I didn't say no (I called the surgeon she recommended, turned out he wasn't accepting new cases). The second appointment there was a scheduling error and I arrived 30 minutes too early.
I sat in the front of the office and listened to the therapist making small talk with another patient about how “her next patient” was a psycho trying to fabricate some kind of malpractice case and refusing to comply with her advice. The receptionist was sitting right in front of me, also listening, but she didn't run back to stop it...so it went on for quite a while.
If I had been a psycho trying to manufacture a case against her, she was kind enough to do all of the work for me.
I was in college in the earlier days of Facebook when the feed was a new feature. In my feed, I see that these girls I was friendly with posted a picture album of themselves posing with a hanging mobile that they made as an art project. In the mobile, hanging there from a coat hanger, were photos of really creepy, skeevy guys, and also pictures of guys at our school that were generally known to be a little weird.
I saw a picture of myself hanging from it, too, and was devastated. These were girls I knew who were friends of mine. I wrote them a note confronting them about it, but did it in a nice way telling them I was deeply hurt to see myself on there and apologizing if I ever offended them in any way. They were super embarrassed but also maturely apologetic.
They insisted they would prefer to be my friend. They also rightfully pointed out character traits in me that led them to want to put my picture there in the first place, and it gave me some good introspection to change myself for the better. This was 10 years ago and I still think about it. Still have the message history in Facebook from back then too!
This probably won't sound that bad to others, but it really hurt at the time. I was really depressed and having a life crisis and urgently needed to talk to my mom, who is the closest person to me in my family. I walked to her room and as I got to the doorway, I saw my brother leaning over my mom's shoulder as she was playing a video game.
He said (about the CPU who just threw a tantrum because they lost to my mom in the game) "Wow. She's such a drama queen. She could rival [my name] for the biggest diva to exist". My mom laughed with him. I felt extremely betrayed and spent several hours afterward crying my freaking eyes out. I’m over it, but it hurt then.
I was a youth pastor. Overheard a parent of one of my youths talking with one of my coworkers about how overweight I was and how I didn’t care about my life. They talked about how I was setting a terrible example for the youth and how I just disregarded my own health. They said I was going to expire by age 30 (I’m 27).
Then the mom said that the only reason she got onto SPRC (Staff parish relations committee, the committee who does all the hiring at the church) was so she could get me fired because I was overweight. She said she manipulated the pastor to get elected to the committee just to make me sign a contract that if I didn’t lose the weight, I would be fired. Needless to say, I don’t work there anymore because I left on my own.
“If another nurse had been taking care of him, he’d be alive right now". I spent the entire night running around trying to stabilize a patient, and my jerk of a coworker sat there talking trash with my other jerk of a coworker loudly talking about how incompetent I was the entire time. Neither of them lifted a finger to help.
When the patient crashed, both of them magically disappeared and it was nurses from the other side of the hallway who came to help with the code. They came after all was said and done and then I overheard one of them say that. Then they proceeded to tell the unit manager I was incompetent and crying at the bedside. Thankfully, neither of them work on the unit anymore.
We were packing up to move houses when I was a kid. Right in front of my eyes, my mom sells a box full of all my toys…for $7.00. Jerk move, mom.
One of my previous housemates, who was also a guy I worked with, was one of those guys who seemed OK at first, but was really an absolute nightmare to deal with. The guy didn't know the meaning of “personal space”—he would often bust into my room uninvited—and was just plain obnoxious. But one day he took it way too far.
The other housemates and I ended up having to sit down and have a chat with him, as it turned out that our electricity was going to be switched off. Why? Because this idiot was hiding a load of electricity bills from us. Not only that, but he took many other unpaid bills with him when he left. It turns out that the electricity bills were under his name, and he would grab the bills before we could find them and stash them away in his room.
When we confronted him about this, he told us that the only reason he hid them away was because he didn't like how we were opening mail that was under his name. So, he would stash the electricity bills away in his room so we couldn't find them. Of course, when he left, he failed to pay us money he owed us for many other unpaid bills.
Overhead my mother telling the rest of my family that my baby passed on because of my negligence. My baby passed of SIDS. I did not have a relationship for with my mother for a year after that was overheard because she later said it to my face after multiple doctors, funeral directors, and therapists explained how SIDS can’t be intentionally caused.
She knew what it was and still choose to believe it was my fault. And that's not even the worst thing she has said to me. This is the woman who told me I deserved to be assaulted when I was 18. So, I wasn’t too in shock. Absolutely disgusted and wanted nothing to do with her at the time. As the years have passed (this was September of 2014) it became painfully obvious that she’s mentally unstable and can’t be trusted to be left to her own devices.
No confirmed drug use but many signs. I like to think I’m an understanding and forgiving person and while I haven’t forgiven her for those comments, I do still love her and keep an eye on her. She actually currently lives with me. Not the most fun but I do believe if she did not reside with my husband and I, she’d be homeless and expired.
While she may deserve this for the many awful things she’s done in my childhood, she’s still my mom. I don’t want to be the kind of person she’s become, so I tolerate her. It’s not the best situation, but she doesn’t have that much longer to live. Maybe 3-5 years. I waited five years to heal from my daughters passing before getting pregnant again.
That was an immediate shock, which was sadly followed by a miscarriage. Complete and utter disbelief in the universe. However, I’m currently in my second trimester with my rainbow baby. Husband and I are very excited. Currently establishing strict boundaries for baby and my mother. We don’t want or child exposed to my mothers toxicity.
I was in middle school and I overheard one of the girls doing one of those paper fortune-telling games with the boys and predicting who they were going to date. She opened up the paper and said, "Ugh, you're going to date Fox," and the guy just said "Gross". Yep found out that I wasn't really considered a catch…
I was sick, septic. I was rotting in the ER at the local hospital. I had tubes coming in and out of me, I had IV antibiotics, I didn’t know if I was going to make it through the night. My family was at my house and my niece, who was with me, called the house and put them on speaker. I heard my mother telling them all how she didn't care about me.
Apparently, she never had, she was only there to make sure my nephew was okay. She kept saying that I got dirty diseases from being gay and sleeping with everyone in town. No, it wasn't an STI, and no I didn’t get it from sleeping around. I haven’t bothered with her since. She’s my mother, but she’s no friend of mine anymore.
When I was in sixth grade, during homeroom they made us walk around the track sometimes. I felt awkwardly alone and tried to hurry up and catch up with a group of girls from class. Then I heard one girl say, “Oh keep walking or she’ll catch up to us". I just hung back and felt so lonely and was just sure everyone could see that I had no one to walk with. Kids are mean.
I had a mandatory one-on-one meeting with my high school guidance counselor about college preparations and planning. The first thing he did when I walked into the room was scan me with his eyes and say, “Well, I guess we don’t need to worry about filing your college athletics form now, do we?” He then proceeded to put the form I came in there for (to swim in college) back in his desk.
"Why didn't you just date him?" was the most insensitive question that I’ve ever been asked. Now, it probably doesn’t sound too awful...but if you know the whole story, it's absolutely horrific. This was said to me by my best friend’s mother shortly after he had tragically taken his own life. He had a crush on me for a while and I loved him dearly...but I'm gay.
He wasn't going to be able to change that and he never really tried to, but his mom thinks he passed because I rejected him.
When I was nine years old, my best friend passed suddenly from a stroke. I was the one who brought her to the school office and stayed with her as the paramedics came to take her to the hospital. She passed four days later. It was an extremely harrowing experience and caused a lot of pain and mental health issues for me over the next few years.
I eventually learned to cope with the trauma by giving myself two specific days of the year devoted to thinking about her and letting myself feel my emotions fully. Those two days are her birthday and the anniversary of the day she passed. This is something very personal and emotionally significant for me, as you can no doubt imagine.
One day when I was in high school, I think around the age of 15 or 16 years old, I was hanging out with my friends at the local park. We were discussing what we were going to do the next day and I told them that it was the anniversary of my friend’s passing and that I might not go to school that day. Their response made my blood run cold.
That's when one of my friends turned to me and sarcastically said, "So what are you gonna do? Sit around and mourn?" and then laughed like it was a joke. All I could say to that was, “Yeah, of course". That was the first time I noticed that my friends didn't respect me like they did each other…I no longer hang out with them.
One time when I got back from the bathroom at a restaurant, my mom asked me in front of my entire family, “Do you go into the bathroom to throw up after you eat?” Ever since then, I’ve been feeling extremely self-conscious about my weight and I worry about everything that I eat. I’m not sure why she couldn’t tell that a question like that would be insensitive.
To clear up any confusion that people might have about this story, my mom has spent many years of my life telling me that I’m too skinny, that I don’t eat enough, etc. I think she is legitimately concerned for my well-being, but she has no idea how to handle that properly. I was borderline underweight for a long time because of an untreated thyroid condition.
Ever since that incident, my mom has been gaslighting me about the body shaming that she used to encourage in me and in the people around me. I have a complex about not going to the bathroom around mealtime now because I don’t want people to think I have an eating disorder when, in reality, I really just need to pee.
I loved the girl I ghosted. She was so clutch for me when my life was in ruins. The issue was that she and I both had substance use issues at the same time and both came from the same types of affluent families. For whatever reason, I got clean and I turned my life around while she got worse. It was really bad.
I got clean and only recently, seven years later, have started experimenting with maybe one or two beers per month if I'm out with my husband. She ended up with this awful guy who she will not give up who got her hooked on bad stuff. I was there for her for a long time. After rehab and a few arrests, she stayed at my house for a bit on two different occasions.
But the last time she did, she broke my heart. She tore my house apart looking for booze, which we didn't have, then took my ID so she could get Postmates to deliver booze to my house, and nearly crashed my car by grabbing and yanking my steering wheel while I was going 80mph up I-95. I've tried so many times to help her get and stay clean, but she keeps going back to that guy and her triggers are my triggers.
I had to distance myself because she was making me relapse.
Whenever I would talk about feeling stressed and my mental health not being in an optimal condition, she would say something along the lines of, "Oh come on, you don’t have actual problems, there are people out there that actually have depression, anxiety, etc". She always downplayed the struggles I would be going through, just because it wasn't the worst possible thing that could happen.
My co-worker had a client in a messy divorce where the parties were required to split up some antique pots. When the husband delivered the wife's share of the pots to our office, he had defecated in each one of them. It was a whole big incident.
The wedding was semi-destination, about a six-hour drive away, but all of the bride and grooms’ friends drove out there anyway. The reception was a bonfire with free booze and yard games and dancing. However, the new husband disappeared two hours into the six-hour reception…because he was bored. He just went into the house and hung out on his phone watching golf videos and refused to come back out. He ditched his family and friends along with his bride. They lasted less than two months.
I recently went shopping for dorm stuff with my mom as I’d just graduated from high school. She had talked about helping me decorate my room. We went to the container store, and although I'm rather thrifty, my mother convinced me that I "needed" about $70 worth of stuff. I don't live with my mom and she hasn't put forth a penny for my education, so I figured this was my graduation present.
It wasn't. She waited until the cashier had scanned everything before saying, "You've got this, right?" and walking out of the store.
So to start the story, I need to say that at the time, when I was 10 years old, my family wasn't one of the richest ones. Actually, we were dirt poor. All because my mom divorced my dad a long time ago. So our relatives helped us out with different things. Bought us some furniture, a TV, and even helped us get some stuff like curtains for our house.
Even so, the house we lived in was pretty nice, so these relatives came every year to spend their summer there. In total, there were about 8 people for three months. Now, our house wasn’t huge, so it was pretty crowded. Still, they’d helped us out so we were okay with it. Then one day, my aunt wants to replace our coffee table.
Oh, and my uncle wants to build a new entertainment set. Little by little, they start changing our house to their tastes, all while throwing out stuff that was sentimental to us. My dad managed to keep his cool about all those things (I couldn't have). Then one year, my dad starts going out with a woman and they eventually move in together into our house.
Everything is okay until the summer comes. My dad calls my relatives and asks if it would be possible for them to maybe spend their time this summer somewhere else so that he could have some privacy with the woman. They agree to it…and come anyway. Again, he keeps his cool for a bit. But when just happens to mention it, they explode.
All of my relatives freak out and start yelling at him. Saying he must hate them and that he’s ungrateful. Then they’re just saying, “Okay, we will go since you hate us so much". They were even saying it to us, the kids. I was stunned. You just don't say things like that to a 10-year-old boy. Then they left. We didn't think we’d see them again—but they had a surprise in store for us.
The next day, my dad went to work and drove me to school, suspecting nothing. But when we came back, our front door was open. We thought someone had broken in, but it was worse. Most of the house was empty. These relatives had taken all the things that were meant as a gift. Even the curtains. They also had circled yesterday’s date in the calendar and written: "the day (my fathers name) threw away the people who loved him the most". THAT was the biggest jerk move I've witnessed.
Heard two of my only friends at the time planning to go out later making sure to “ditch the red head". That’s me. They had been my only friends since I could remember. In another instance, I let my mom know I was dating a girl she knew and really approved of, I heard my mom talking on the phone immediately to a friend of hers that she was disappointed in the girl’s choice, and hoped she would try dating other people.
Once, I heard a group of people I was out with talking about me in a pretty bad way and my best friend at the time joining in. All that was over a decade ago now. In college I really focused on getting better socially and I went to a faraway college where I could get a fresh start where I didn’t know a single person.
Made a great career for myself and moved to a town in a different state with a beautiful girl who I didn’t tell my family about until we were engaged. Now I run a very successful business and am pretty well liked from what I can tell. Coming home for Christmas though is like I’m back in high school again. The way I’m treated here by even my own family is super bad. It’s no wonder I was so socially awkward as a kid.
This seems super small and weird, but my best friend growing up recently found her old hard drive from when we were in like grade 6/7, and we were going through it together. The secrets I discovered should have stayed buried. She was letting me go through whatever because it was all so old (I'm 20 now) so it didn't really seem to matter. I found a lot of old MSN chat logs (throwback) where she and other people from my middle school class were just ripping me to shreds, calling me ugly, annoying, fat, all that good stuff. Fun times!
Soon after I got home from cremating my young child, a relative actually had the gall to ask me if the cremation process leaves any chunks of bone intact and, if so, whether they grind them down or just leave them that way. Thankfully, I was able to see the humor in the situation and not lose my mind. This was probably helped by the fact that his wife looked like she wanted to ruin him.
This girl at my high school lied to everyone about having cancer. She even got "counseling" from a teacher who actually did have cancer, and who has since passed on. Eventually, everyone found out that she was just lying about the whole thing to get attention. I doubt we'll be seeing her at a high school reunion any time soon.
We’d been together for just under two years. It was particularly hard because her mom had a terminal illness, but we stayed strong—until one day, when my whole world came tumbling down. Out of nowhere, I got a text from some guy asking how I knew her. Confused, I said she was my girlfriend—and that’s when her utterly insane web of lies finally fell apart. I still can’t even believe it.
Turns out her mum was fine, and she had been engaged to this guy and living with him the entire time...they were due to get married in two weeks. It still blows my mind that she managed to play us both so well the entire time.
Shortly after I finally managed to get out of a horrific relationship once and for all after many years of trying, someone who I thought I could trust decided to ask me, “Do you really think that you deserve better than (insert name of ex here)?” Not sure that I will ever be able to look at that person the same way again…
When I told my mother that I finally had a girlfriend, her reply chilled me to the bone. She said, "I recommend that you be very cautious of any girl who shows an interest in you. What do you really have to offer anyone? Not much to be honest". That was definitely the most insensitive thing that anyone has ever said to me, question or otherwise. Gee, thanks mom!
We had been friends for years like a long term sisterhood kind of thing. I did so much for her over the years and she didn’t even bat an eyelash. I asked her to watch my cat while I went on a 10-day vacation. A cat that she also “loved” because it belonged to her family before me. She agreed to watch the cat. I even called her about four days into my vacation to ask her again to go and check on my cat to make sure it had food, water, and a few scritches.
When I came home, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My cat’s water and food bowl were bone dry and she let out the most tormenting “meows” I have ever heard. My “friend” didn’t check on her once in the 10 days that I was gone. She played stupid when I confronted her about it and said “Oh! I completely forgot!”
That was the beginning of the end.
A few years back, this friend of mine started hanging out with a new friend. That's fine, I know I'm not her only friend. Then, while we were hanging out as planned, she would leave to go hang out with her new friend. She'd break plans with me to hang out with her, all the while tagging her on Facebook, so none of this was being hidden.
Three years later she reaches out to me and apologizes. It's genuine, as she mentioned insightful things that she would have no way of knowing unless she had grown and been very honest with herself. We are friends for another two years when she starts to hang out with another new friend...repeat. I should’ve seen it coming.
My close friend became obsessed with me, telling me he loved me and things in front of my friends, basically acting as if I was his girlfriend, became super angry and jealous whenever I talked to my other guy friends, told me that when I visited him in the US from Canada, I would have to sleep in his bed. After that, I made it very clear we were not nor ever will be a thing.
Then he started reaching out to my friends to get them to convince me to talk to him again they told him to shove it after they found out why I ghosted him. It’s been a few months now and I haven’t regretted the decision.
I was at a sleepover with my three best friends and was woken by something in the night. While trying to get back to sleep I heard my name, so I obviously listened in. Two of my “friends” were discussing how to phase me out of the group. It felt like they talked for hours about it, how weird I was, how boring I was, how much of a chore I was...it was gutting.
On the positive side, I found a new group of friends, told them about it all, and my previous friends were pretty much ignored by everyone outside of their little group. So, they got what they wanted and I got what I didn't know I desperately needed. All in all, I would consider that a win-win situation, wouldn’t you?
One time, when I was very young, I was at a family dinner. I had just gotten one of those Nano Pets and my very young cousin wanted to play with it. I didn't want her to because I was worried she would break it. She went and told her dad that I wouldn't share. Now, they had just gotten a new puppy, and I love puppies.
So he came and told me that I couldn't play with their puppy if my cousin couldn't play with my Nano Pet. I was sad, and my mom noticed. She asked what was wrong, and I told her. She, of course, thought this was just plain mean on my uncle's part, so she tells me that I can play with the puppy if I want to, regardless.
My uncle comes into the room, sees me playing with the puppy, and loses his mind. He starts getting angry and my mom comes in to defend me. This ended up resulting in the biggest fight my family has ever had, with literally my entire family ganging up on my mom, including my dad, saying that she had no right to go against anything any of the men in the family say. Jerk move, family.
A number of years ago, my sister's phone was super glitchy and would randomly call people. Once it called me and after I stopped singing and goofing off into the phone trying to get her attention, I just stopped to listen. She was whining to her mother in law about me. I honestly can't remember what exactly she was saying, but just the fact of who she was saying it to! This woman barely knows me!
If it was one of our other siblings who we're close with, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. So, I promptly called her back and chewed her out.
My mother telling a relative that I was useless, selfish, arrogant, ornery, and stupid for giving up on my education. I was 16. I had just transferred from a private college-prep school 7 miles away so I could go to public school 1 mile away (for both I walked & took public buses). I was my mom's caregiver, housekeeper, bill-payer, shopper, gardener, handyman, security service and courier service 24/7.
I had no social life, and I worked part time. I had been doing this alone for three years, though I was the youngest of seven siblings. I was floored. I felt like I had been sucker-punched. I stood there in my apron and rubber gloves, holding a laundry basket, and bawled my eyes out. It wasn't as much the content, which was bad, but the context.
She was lying, and doing it to ensure that I looked bad enough to everyone that if I reached out for help, none would be forthcoming. Learned a hard life lesson that day.
It wasn’t something I overheard, but accidentally saw messages popping up on my mother in law’s iPad as she was texting her friend from another room about how I used to be attractive, that I was now fat, and that her son was basically a saint for still being with me. It broke my heart, to be honest. What a nightmare.
When I was eight I decided to make my mum a paper mâché crocodile for her birthday. I spent weeks on it, I’d get back from school and work a bit more on it, all in secret so it'd be a surprise when I gave it to her. One day I came home from school, excited to get to the crocodile as her birthday was coming up fast now, ran to the kitchen, and saw my crocodile all screwed up lying in the kitchen bin.
She'd found it and thrown it away. I cried so much.
When sitting my dad and stepmom down to tell them that I had been diagnosed with cancer, my stepmom’s immediate reaction was "Are you sure? You're always overly dramatic like your mother. She watched too many soap operas!" Yes, for real. That is really what she said. Needless to say, it was the most insensitive question I had ever been asked. But it got so much worse.
As if that wasn’t bad enough already, she then decided to start telling people that I didn't have cancer and that I had faked it. This continued throughout the many difficult months where I was undergoing treatment and a major surgery. Note that she and my dad were both there for this major surgery and all the treatments, so they clearly knew that I wasn’t faking it.
From that point on, at every family gathering, I was constantly asked, "Did you really fake cancer?" Seriously, what the heck?? Anyway, the good news is that I ultimately won my battle with cancer and I now choose to keep very limited contact with this woman due to her horrid nature. The only reason I maintain even my minimal level of contact is for the sake of my siblings.
I have since confronted both my stepmom and my dad on the way they acted during that horrible period of my life, but they just act as if they don't remember any of it and don't know what I'm talking about. I've shown my medical records to my other family members to prove to them that I was telling the truth. They were all shocked. At least my biological mother supported me…
My knocked on my door one night and said, “Let’s go for a drive". This wasn't that odd since I love driving to cool my head. So, we start driving, and maybe 10 minutes in, he starts directing me on where to go. He asks me if I mind making a quick stop. I'm annoyed but say sure. We end up at this sketchy house in the middle of nowhere and my buddy goes inside but tells me to wait in the car.
Almost 45 minutes later he comes back out and says that we got to go to the bar. It takes me about 10 seconds to realize this jerk went in there to get illicit substances and was already high. In my car! So, I tell him that I'm not feeling it tonight and drop him off at his place. I’ve spoken to him once after that when he wanted to hang and I told him I'm nobody's errand boy.
I never cared if he got the message because I haven't spoken to him since.
I was asked if I knew how much trouble I was putting people through by having cancer. Well, I'm so sorry that I woke up one day and decided that I wanted to have cancer just to inconvenience you! If I knew it wasn't going to be convenient for you to worry about me, then I absolutely would never have decided to jump on the cancer bandwagon!
The most insensitive question that I have ever been asked is: “Are you going to make your sister's death a national holiday?” This was because my sister had just passed at the age of 43, marking the first significant loss that I had ever suffered in my life. It was the one year anniversary of her passing, and I knew it would be a hard day for me to get through, so I requested the day off from work.
When word got out around the office that I was taking the day off for that reason, a coworker asked me that question and then started bragging about how she could name so many people who she had lost over the years. Apparently, she had a brother who had passed at the age of 14, and she said she also knew about 30 other people who had passed since then. From that day on I absolutely hated her.
I ghosted my best friend when I realized a lot of the things that made her laugh were at my expense. She thrived off of humiliating me.
I have nine siblings. We all share the same father. I only knew about seven of them until my dad passed. I found out that two of my "cousins" were actually my brother and sister. My father had cheated on his then-wife with her sister. So those kids were born out of wedlock. When my mother passed, I figured out that my sister (whom I thought we shared the same parents with) was fathered way before they met.
My only full-blood sibling is my twin. I'm only close to him and my sister. The other half-siblings get along well with us but we are not close.
My friend's mom got rid of her husband. She had taken a $200k life insurance policy out on him six months before he passed, and he passed from not taking his medication that he'd taken no problem all of his life. My buddy was away for the weekend so he wasn't home when it happened. After his mom passed, we found out even more: She'd taken a life insurance policy out on my buddy at some point too, and she'd also forged his signature to sign over $100k my buddy's dad had left to him.
She robbed my buddy blind and he had no clue. She took his inheritance from his grandma too that he'd had no clue about and gave a big chunk of it to her friends/his godparents who used it to buy a beach house... She also faked illnesses to get prescription pills and had little books filled with info on what she'd sold and how much she'd made from selling them.
I have a breakfast place that I’ve been frequenting on weekends for years. One weekday I was going to work late, so I went there to eat. I saw my dad and went to say hi—that’s when I made a chilling discovery. He looked shocked when he saw me, and when I got closer I saw he was with a woman who wasn’t my stepmother.
He said she was someone he worked with. The waitresses were all my friends, and a couple of days later when I went for breakfast, they proceeded to tell me how he met that lady there every week. I never brought it up to him and pretended it never happened. That was about 14 years ago...I still go to that breakfast place and the girls told me after that day he never came back to that restaurant.
After my father passed a few years ago, we learned that he had taken out about $40k of loans in my name. We share the same initials (and surname obviously). He forged my signature, and kept on applying for loans and credit, got approved and never paid a single dime back. Seeing as he was the main contact, no-one ever called me to ask me why I wasn't paying my debt... so only after he passed, we got contacted by institutions informing us that my father owes them money, just to find out it was actually on my name...
So now my credit record is screwed due to years of payments not being made and I need to pay back all of these loans. Fun times, right?
I was working as a General Manager at a struggling restaurant—struggling despite excellent business, because the owners would do stupid things like take trips to Italy on the company dime to source the "perfect" panini press. They also wouldn't staff properly; I was the only waiter ever there, open to close, six days a week, on top of handling phone orders, inventory, and other managerial duties. I was wildly overworked, but I sucked it up because the base pay was good, plus tips.
However, to fund their lavish "business" trips, costs had to be cut at the store. They decided to do this by bumping me down to minimum wage for tipped employees—effectively cutting my salary to 1/10 of its previous level. They were also too chicken to tell me until I got my new teeny paycheck and questioned the mistake. "Oh yeah haha, forgot to mention that blah blah cost-cutting blah valued team member please work with us through this difficult time".
I had worked for two weeks at this new lower rate without my knowledge. Pretty sure that's against the law, but hey, a lot of unlawful things go on in the restaurant industry. That's not when I rage quit, though....a couple of hours later, I'm fuming and have decided that I can't work for the lower rate, so now I’m just waiting for the perfect chance to give my notice.
They called in a delivery guy who was fired a few weeks before, and they talk about hiring him to start doing our Facebook posts and handing out flyers around town. Whatever. Then I hear them offer him close to my old salary as "Promotions Manager"! What??? I was basically running the place for $2.13/hr and you're offering this dude almost $20/hr to walk up and down the street saying "Eat at (Name)"?
And yet, it gets worse.
They bring up our negative Yelp reviews and this guy suggests asking friends to post positive ones. The boss starts laughing and says "Better not ask our waitress to post one, it'll be all boohoo don't eat there, I can't pay my rent this month because they cut my pay without telling wahhhh!" I don’t think I was supposed to hear that, but I was five feet away, so of course I did.
I RAGED! I quit on the spot, told them to screw their job, and wished them good luck keeping the place open without me. They quickly realized I was right, as neither of them knew how to do more than pick up the takings once a week. They begged me not to quit. They were so desperate that they sat there for half an hour and allowed me to bluntly tell them exactly what kind of huge idiots I thought they were in excruciating detail.
I went on and on as my rage burned, and they just quietly listened, nodding and apologizing. Once I had cursed myself back into calmness, I walked out, 30 minutes before the dinner rush began, leaving them with an unstaffed floor and no clue how to even open the cash register. God, they were morons. I loved that they actually listened to me telling them exactly how stupid they were. No repercussions on my side, as the restaurant industry isn't known for checking references.
The place closed down about 18 months later, and I was surprised it even made it that long.
I was in a horrible place after losing my unborn child. That’s the exact moment my ex-husband chose to sue me for full custody of the other child. My sister consoled me and supported me through it all. I thought she was on my side, until I realized just how deeply she had been betraying me this entire time. I don’t know if I can ever forgive her.
It turns out that my own sister had talked my ex-husband into suing me for full custody at the exact moment I was unable to contest it properly. She also foddered his case with lies to make me look like a terrible mother, while simultaneously patting me on the back and consoling me that he was a terrible man.
He didn't win, but the case made things contentious for us for years and made it impossible to grieve with my now husband, because I was in survival mode to make sure I didn't lose my daughter.
I was going through a ridiculous amount of pain when I was 17. I was being eaten alive by my own immune system but it was undiagnosed. My mother was so worried because I was screaming from the pain every night and passing out and having pain nightmares. She finally decided to let me have pain medication to ease my suffering.
I went to the doctor, got a bunch of blood tests, and the doctor said that even though he didn't know what it was I was obviously in a LOT of pain. My mom got the script and filled it and was about to give me one at home. But then my sister storms into the kitchen and starts berating her about how I would get addicted and that she was a horrible mother.
Mom started to cry and my sister just went off on her so bad and threw the medications down the drain. I ended up having to wait until I was 18 to go to my own doctor and get the medications. But this story has an even darker twist. Turns out entire time my sister was doing all kinds of substances, probably even mine.
My mom never told me how her best friend died. Years later, I was using her phone when I made an utterly chilling discovery.
Madame de Pompadour was the alluring chief mistress of King Louis XV, but few people know her dark history—or the chilling secret shared by her and Louis.
I tried to get my ex-wife served with divorce papers. I knew that she was going to take it badly, but I had no idea about the insane lengths she would go to just to get revenge and mess with my life.
Catherine of Aragon is now infamous as King Henry VIII’s rejected queen—but few people know her even darker history.
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