"An acquaintance said to me while at dinner at her house with my kids that I should put my wheelchair-bound daughter up for adoption because I needed to focus on my 'healthy child' and not her care. I never spoke to her again."
"I was offered my first teaching job in a district I'd dreamed of working in. When I called my then best friend to ask if she'd come in and help me set up my room, she spent the whole afternoon making negative comments about the public education system. The nail in the coffin was when she told me computers would be doing my job in the next twenty years anyway.
It didn't necessarily make me hate her, and it wasn't that comment alone that did our friendship in. It was just one of those defining moments when I realized that at every positive point in my life she'd been there to either one-up me or cut me down."
"When I told my mom I woke up to my brother touching me after I fell asleep in the living room, her first response was to tell me I had no business sleeping in the living room when I have a perfectly good bed. Parents can be crappy. On the upside, I 'outgrew' being unable to sleep in an unlocked room five years ago.
My brother now lives with our grandparents because both of our parents have kicked him out of their houses over refusing to go to college/get a job. Frankly, I don't think he'll know how to function when our grandparents inevitably die, and he's left without someone to take care of him.
I've honestly always wondered if he had some developmental problems that were never addressed; he was born blue because the umbilical cord got wrapped around his throat during labor. They never were sure exactly how long his brain went with little/no oxygen."
"I had a friend that was coming over. When he finally arrived, he plopped on the couch and started bragging about running over this big, white cat with his bicycle. He could barely get through the story without laughing.
I stood up, pointed at the door, and told him that he better hurry up and get out that door and out the building before I beat his butt. He just stared at me in utter shock as my girlfriend wailed, 'That's my cat!'
He booked out, and from the sound of it, he fell a couple of flights of stairs in his rush."
"I was fighting an MRSA infection, blood infection, etc. I dropped from 175lbs to about 105lbs. I also went from very tan to white like a vampire.
During that time, I had a PICC line in four times. It was a nightmare. Years of only getting two hours of sleep at a time because I had to take my medicine every four hours, and it had to drip for two. It was painful, but the worst part was just watching your own body deteriorate.
One day, my dad came downstairs, saw me taking my medicine in my PICC line and said, 'Why even bother taking it? You're already dead.'
I finally managed to beat my infections, almost got my life back, and now we don't speak."
"In University, I was at Starbucks studying accounting with a cute Indian girl from my class. I was hoping to hit things off.
She saw a done-up Korean girl walk in wearing some designer shoes and bag. She immediately went off about how much she hates Koreans and how they think they're superior to everyone else. She went on for five minutes about this.
Such a racist diatribe; we never studied together, again.
After that filth, she went online and looked at designer shoes, and showed me the ones she'll buy once she gets a job. She was simply jealous of the Korean girl."
"A few weeks before I tried to off myself, I was exercising in the park, hoping for some endorphins to feel better. As I was going for my second lap, two women ran by, and the nearest to me said, 'No amount of exercise will ever fix your face!' I still hope she has something bad happen to her just so she can feel the way she tried to make others feel."
"Our huge, extended Chinese family got together over dim sum for lunar new year the other day. My seldom seen aunt brought along her new, white husband. I'd never met him before, so I approached him to introduce myself and welcome him, but he was already talking to one of my great uncles. He started going on about how 'the Chinese are ma fan (the word for troublesome/annoying).' I gave him the benefit of the doubt and asked why. He had the balls to matter-of-factly say, 'Because you guys don't speak English well. You're in an English speaking country, you need to learn English. When I go to China, I speak Chinese. No one is going to speak to you in Chinese here. You all should honestly go back to China.' It took everything for me to not express the anger and sadness I was feeling for my aunt, who seemed to not understand how insulting he was being. I honestly don't know how he could mention my family's English speaking abilities when he could only utter five words max of barely understandable Chinese."
"A group I'm in booked a day at a golf club for a round of golf and a steak dinner afterwards for doing an excellent job on an event we had earlier in the year. I had planned on playing with the rest of the guys, but the day before I got word from my family that my grandmother's health had taken a turn and to be on the safe side, we should see her and say our goodbyes, just in case. I figured I'd have to miss golf but would be back in time for steaks, so I went up, spent some time with my grandma, and made it back in time for dinner.
When I got there, I was asked why I missed playing golf, and everybody was understanding when I told them that my grandma didn't have much time left and I wanted to see her one last time...except for Mark. Here's the exact dialog:
Mark: 'So where were you that you couldn't play golf with us?'
Me: 'Doctors told us that my grandmother is dying and we should say our goodbyes just in case.'
Mark: 'So what you're saying is you're a pansy.'
I've never hated another human being after that. He's the biggest piece of human crap that I've ever met.
No, he wasn't trying to be funny or lighten the mood, he's just always like that. A few other examples are: asking a mortician friend of ours if he cut open his son to embalm him shortly after the mortician's son died in a car accident; constantly referring to attractive women as the c-word; and the less egregious but still a prick move, expecting other people to pick up his tab or pay his way, so he doesn't have to."
"It was my first week of college. I had just finished attending one of those mandatory orientation meetings. The presentation was about plagiarism and was given by one of the English professors. I was impressed by her; somehow she even made a plagiarism lecture sound interesting. It's important to note that she had a slight lisp, though it did not affect the clarity of her speech at all. The next day, I was at a mixer event, and one of the guys in the group I was talking with started to talk about the presentation. At first, I was interested; then he mentioned what he put on his evaluation form: 'Go see a speech therapist.' I was astounded by the immaturity. Instead of saying anything to do with the presentation itself, or just saying nothing at all, he decided to rudely point out an aesthetic aspect that I'm pretty sure she's well aware of anyways. I've had other interactions with this guy since and they've only ever reinforced my initial impression that he's a jerk."
"The only time I ever got pregnant, I miscarried at nine weeks. My then-husband and I were excited for a baby even though I've since changed my mind about having children. I was emotionally wrecked and within a week of finding out, my husband's 16-year-old brother came over to tell us that he'd gotten his 15-year-old girlfriend pregnant. I did my best not to be bitter and to give the kid advice, even though he was already an entitled little prick.
Then he busted out, 'I'm proud of one thing, though. At least I'm the first one to give Mom and Dad a grandkid.'
I had to leave the room, I was so angry and hurt. My ex-husband nearly punched the kid in the jaw. There was no recovering that relationship for me, ever."
"I was talking about marriage with a dude I was into at the time. We weren't talking about marriage to each other, just our thoughts on it in general.
Me: 'I don't want to get married. Never did.'
Him: 'Oh. I hate your last name. I just assumed you would get married at least for that.
It seriously knocked the wind out of me. It was right on the tip of his tongue; he didn't miss a beat. He was not a very nice boy.
The reason I hate the dude is because he was so quick to try and hurt me. My last name isn't Hitler; it's not an odd last name. There was no need for him to dig in and give me a complex about my last name. We were not fighting; things were fine.
When I told him that it hurt my feelings, he said I was being dramatic and, I quote, 'Baby, you need to be more like Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks because he doesn't give a darn what people think.'
Yeah. We're in our 30s."
"I was, at the time, a single mom with two young kids. I had a little retail job as I was studying law and living with my parents. While not the life I had planned for myself, I was grateful for happy, healthy kids, an education, employment, and all the love and support of my parents. Plus I'd just exterminated the most toxic filth of a person from my life! Fast forward to Christmas lunch at the home of my parents' friends. They had their son and wife there. The wife I thought was a lovely girl at the time. She was always dressed to the nines and did everything by the book. She'd dated the son for years, did the whole engagement, then the wedding, baby shower blah blah blah, you get the idea. Back to the lunch. The wife turned to me, in front of everyone, and asked if I thought I would ever be able to find a significant other given my current situation, then listed off everything that, to me, I kiss the ground and thank God for almost daily like it's a bad thing.
Guess who is now married, with her own home, another baby, and a fab career?
Guess who is now divorced, living back with mum and dad, and spends their life bitter and miserable stalking their ex-husband's social media, watching him move on with his life?!
That's what you get, Belinda!"
"My mom and I were at a clothing store once; my mom was trying to return some clothes. The girl helping us looked like she was in her late teens and wore a hijab. She said she couldn't return the clothes because the tags had been torn off. My mom got mad and told her to take that 'crap off her head' and that she shouldn't even be in America.
I was so angry, I couldn't help but tell her, 'The world will be a better place when your generation dies.'"
"There was a kid in elementary school who nobody liked, but I was friendly with him. He was a prick to me in high school, but I ignored it. He ended up working at the same retail place as me out of high school and showed up at a party my work friends were having. I had just found out I got accepted to a veterinary medical school that day, and I was stoked about it. Somebody asked me what was new while he was in earshot and I excitedly told them. He piped up, 'Yeah, but you won't be a real doctor though.' It was just hurtful, and at that point, I gave up on giving him the benefit of the doubt."
"I was with my mom and stepsister. We were on the way home from taking photos with Santa the day before our family's Christmas celebration. My mother got a phone call from my aunt, telling her my cousin had killed himself.
My stepsister immediately said, 'I have no sympathy for people who kill themselves,' while my mother was still bawling.
When we got home, I went for a walk to think. She followed after me, pestering me and saying sorry. When I asked why she said it in the first place, she stood by her statement. She's a prick."
"'I think you're white trash!' After I asked him why, he said, 'Well, look at your car.' I loved my Civic, I was 15, and I didn't want my Mommy and Daddy to buy me my first car like his did, so I bought my own on a super tight budget. I was always super nice to him and maybe talked to him once before that. I'm not even white trash. He refused to believe I bought my Acura by myself from working my butt off because I'm obviously so poor and white trash. Shane, you arrogant prick. You don't know what hard work is."
"I was playing pickup basketball my freshman year of college at the student rec center. When it came time to pick teams, two guys stepped up to do the whole team captain thing, and pick from the lineup. One of the captains was a former third-string walk-on quarterback for our football team, who was extremely athletic but was known for being aloof and having an overall bad attitude. I had never met the guy but knew he quit the team and had butted heads with some players and coaches in the process.
I was still pretty small in college, but was in shape and could contribute on fast breaks and defense. I had just come from running and was wearing running shorts and running shoes, so I wasn't too surprised to be the last guy picked (to QB bro's team of course). As I started walking towards my team, QB bro took a look at my shoes and started making a huge scene how I'm wearing running shoes, loudly exclaiming, 'Oh great, we get the kid that doesn't even have any basketball shoes! Look at those shoes.'
As an already self-conscious, undersized 18-year-old, this ticked me off probably more than it should have. But to this day, I wouldn't pee in that guy's mouth if his gums were on fire. I've seen him a few times since (years later) and he has no idea who I am."
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"Years ago, I was with a friend group at Denny's around midnight. There was laughter and conversation. We got our food and everything was great. Except for Susan's (not her real name) bagel, which was not toasted enough, so she sent it back. The waiter brought it back and this time, the bagel was too toasted, so it was sent back again. This time the bagel was toasted perfectly fine, but at this point, Susan had decided that she didn't want that type of bagel at all and would rather a plain bagel with no cream cheese, no toasting. Just a bagel. This whole process was her realizing that's what she wanted all along. Then other members of the group began complaining about various other 'issues,' and they wondered why no one of the wait staff wanted to talk to us. I had one of those moments of clarity that I needed new friends."
"After paying for their wedding, giving them the deposit for their first apartment together, paying their rent for four months while he looked for a job, giving them the down payment on a new car, etc., my son-in-law called me a 'sellout to the system' and a 'corporate shill' for having a successful career.
I no longer provide financial support. There will no longer be any nice random gifts. No fancy lunches. Just hearing his name makes my jaws clench. I take my daughter out to nice lunches, get her nice little gifts, and so on. We all get together for dinner at my house now and then, or at family events and holidays. When it comes to the son-in-law, I just smile and be polite.
Now he's telling everyone I 'hate' him for no reason at all. That I am rude and judgmental. Oh, my goodness. He is incapable of seeing that he is the rude and judgemental one and that being called names for being successful might have festered a small resentment from his mother-in-law.
But he's very good to my daughter, and they are indeed very in love. I'm pretty sure they will stay married."