Sometimes you just reach a point where you've had enough. You're just fed up, tired and angry. You just have to leave. Pack your stuff and get up and go.
These 17 stories are from people who reached that breaking point and bailed on whatever it was they couldn't take anymore. From wild parties they knew were bad news to families that they just couldn't handle anymore, these people nope'd out HARD.
"My roommate in the college dorms and I had different groups of friends that we hung out with. There was very little crossover until one weekend my group was gone. My roomie invited me to watch TV and drink and smoke weed in another dorm room with his buddies. Cool beans!
The room was full of dudes, so I ended up sitting on the floor, sipping on a drink, watching whatever movie on TV. His friend was sitting in a chair next to me, and some commercial for waffles came on.
Guy in the chair moaned, 'mmmm waffles.'
And I was like, 'Yup, waffles are good.'
He continued, 'mmm yeah, mmmm'
At this point, I was like waffles aren't that good and looked over at this the guy in the chair. His erect junk was out (right at eye level for me) and he was just sitting there stroking it, looking down at me.
I said, 'Whelp, roomie, I think I ought to go!'
Roomie responded, '...yeah, maybe you should go...'
'OK BYE!' as I strolled out the door.
He spent the night there as he often would. Pieces of the puzzle started falling into place after that night."
"On a night out with a friend, she is getting wasted and finding someone to hook up with.
She picks some Greek dude and tells me to chat to his buddy and keep him busy. His buddy says nothing but 'oil, oil... yes? oil?' I'm like, 'what is with your obsession with oil?' He says, 'why, don't you like money?' I have no idea what is going on at this point.
Eventually, my friend decides to go back to this dude's apartment, and since I'm staying at her house, I have to go with her and his buddy. She instantly goes into the dude's bedroom and his buddy leaves after I tell him I'm not going to be sleeping with him and I'm not interested in giving him a quickie, even if he pays me.
I have been watching MTV for a few hours when her dude comes out, huge wang bouncing proudly in front of him, at full attention. He gets a drink then grabs my hand and tries to pull me into the bedroom with them.
My friend is there and she looks at me and starts freaking out. I tell her I'm done, forget this, I'm out. She asks me to chill out in the living room and she will be out in five minutes.
Two hours later, I go in to tell her I'm leaving, she is asleep, but wakes up, grabs her clothes, throws up on his bed, and we leave.
"I met up with a friend from high school at a BBQ he was hosting. It’s been about 10 years since I’ve last seen him, and I remember him being a really chill stoner-type guy with a silly sense of humor.
I got to his house which is WAY out in the country (first warning), and pulled in. His parked truck had a huge confederate flag posted in the rear window. (Second wanting). I got out and and met up with him and it was nice. He's still a chill dude, so far.
More people started arriving and every one of them were hicks. Loud, obnoxious people pouring out of dirty SUVs, lighting up smokes immediately after they sat down on his porch, and bad dental hygiene. (Third warning). They we’re friendly enough, so again, I thought it was different but ok.
Finally, the grill started going, we all sat outside at the table and started drinking and eating some pretty good BBQ chicken and ribs. As soon as the drinks touched my friend’s lips, he started ranting about 'N-words' and everyone chimed in their suppressed disgust for rap, 'urban' clothing, ebonics, Obama, and the like.
I tried to veer conversations into more light territory but always veered right back into racism. I ended up leaving the table to go play Xbox with his kid, just so I had an excuse to not be in their vicinity.
I left shortly after, haven’t talked to him since."
"Coachella in like 2006? I was watching Coheed and Cambria with my buddy. This giant shirtless dude starts yelling at this other guy, 'You're dead! You're freaking dead!'
I pieced it together that this other dude, some young idiot in a white t-shirt, had tried to feel up the giant shirtless dude's girlfriend. Me and some other people were a human wall since we were down close to the stage. I kept turning around and telling white t-shirt to get out of there. He didn't move, just stood there grinning like a freaking moron.
Well, giant shirtless dude found his way around our human wall and punched that dude in the face - instant black eye, probably broke his orbital. Shirtless dude made like he was going to punch again and white t-shirt flinched like defeated prey. That's when shirtless dude started punching his own head and yelling, 'I'm a cage fighter!'
I found another place to watch the rest of the show."
"When I was 18 , I moved into my girlfriend's mom's house with my girlfriend because I was kicked out by my dad.
After two weeks, the mom told me I couldn't speak above a whisper because the walls were bugged by the mafia, who were listening to everything, and that they regularly called the mom and threatened to kill my girlfriend.
I packed up and left that night. Broke it off with the girlfriend too. Clean break. Good times."
"It is the late-80s and I am out at a party in the middle of the woods in the country with a huge bonfire. More and more people keep showing up that I don't know and things are getting pretty crazy. People doing substances, tons of drinking, yelling and screaming and hookups behind trees.
Then people start bringing more and more wood and throwing it on the fire and it's throwing flames 50-plus feet into the air.
I tell my friends I'm out and offer them a ride since I'm mostly sober and town is 40 miles away. Only one guy says sure, and he's completely wasted and puking. I take off, with this guy hanging out the window puking. We get about 25 miles out when a bunch of fire trucks and cop cars go flying past me lights and sirens blasting. It's like 3 am, and one of the cop cars flips a u-turn and pulls me over.
At this point, I'm sober, my last drink was over an hour ago. My friend Chris is still puking and incoherent.
The cop is like, get out, searches the car, and finds a bottle in my friend's jacket. We're both underage, so the cops take him into custody, then they start questioning me. For like an hour, I'm there and more cops show up, and eventually a detective arrives. He's got the names of a ton of my friends that were still at the party when I left written down and starts asking me if I know any of them.
I am blowing him off at this point and refusing to answer anything. My friend needed a ride, I'm the designated driver, I have no idea what's going on, end of story. He knows I'm lying, but has zero proof. Turns out, the idiots managed to set the entire forest on fire and I find out later it took three days to put it out. Meanwhile, I'm there denying everything.
Finally, the detective pulls out his handcuffs and tells me I'm going to jail if I don't confess to who was at the party and start giving him names. I look at my friend lying in handcuffs puking and still incoherent, look back at the detective, and stick my arms out. He asks me what I'm doing, I tell him I'm going to jail, then I'm going to the judge and telling him I was arrested for not knowing who was at a party 25 miles away from where I was arrested. We stare at each other for about 30 seconds, he sighs, put the cuffs away, and they let me go.
All my friends went to jail that night and ended up with massive fines. I took a trip to Mexico for the entire summer with a local church to do 'mission work.' - I volunteered the next day to go. The cops spent about a month trying to find and arrest me before they gave up.
I didn't tell anyone where I went. When I got back it turns out everyone thought I was dead and my friends had a wake for me. They were so convinced, they all told the cops I had died and the local newspaper ran a story about it. Supposedly, I died in a drinking and driving accident.
I moved to Montana a few months after that to get away from it all."
"I was doing a 'check ride' to get hired as a pilot for one of the companies that flies advertising banners up and down the beach, etc.
Because the banner is a huge drag on the plane, they fly at full power all day and, as a result, the planes were tired pieces of junk.
As we waited to take off, a plane came in to pick up a banner (by using, basically, a big hook to snag a rope strung between two upright poles). We watched as he hooked it, attempted to fly away, then crashed and burned while we watched. We taxied over, but there was nothing to do.
The check pilot went to handle things and I nope'd out and politely declined their offer to return for another check ride."
"I’m over at the apartment of a friend of a friend. This chick is under LOTS of influences and talking about astrology, witchcraft, and the like for like an hour. Then she’s like, 'wanna see my witchcraft stuff?' to which my friend and I are like, 'yeah this sounds interesting.'
She disappears into her room for like half an hour then comes out carrying a glass-top table full of glass jars of potions, powders, amulets, crystals and all that kind of stuff. My friend asks if she needs help carrying the table, she says no. Not five seconds after that, she trips over a coffee table and drops the glass top table on the floor, shattering the table and all of the glass containers that were on it.
While everyone in the apartment is trying to keep the dog from licking up all the weird stuff that fell on the floor, the self-proclaimed witch is cackling talking about how it’s karma and the universe getting her back for refusing my friends help. My friend and I conveniently, 'left to go get paper towels,' which was a mutually-understood code for 'I’m out.'"
"Ok, my boyfriend and I were on a bike trip in Europe a couple of years ago. We went all the way from Brussels to Amsterdam by bike and we were planning to continue our trip to Germany.
Well, while we were in Amsterdam, we stayed in an apartment that we shared with the landlord. The smell! I don't even have words how to describe how vile and obnoxious it was. We had to breathe through our mouths to make it barely tolerable. Everything in the apartment seemed so nasty. For Christ's sake, the landlord was living there! It's not as if he didn't know! I honestly don't know how someone can live in this kind of environment. Anyway, the worse part was that we had planned to stay there for an entire week and it was also my birthday at the time.
So my boyfriend and I said forget it, let's get out of here. We didn't even ask for reimbursement, we just left the apartment saying to the guy that 'we had a change of plan. '
We didn't want to go to Germany right away, so we sold our road bikes (they were not pricey) and flew to London, which turned out to be the best part of our whole trip. I absolutely loved it and it's ever since my favorite city, hands down! So much great memories that all started with a 'forget it, I'm out'"
"Many many years ago, I went to a lot of raves. I dabbled in various mind-altering substances but stopped short of harder stuff like blow. Through mutual friends, I started hanging out with one of the main dealers that worked the parties. He was pretty sleazy, but had good dope and tons of beautiful women hanging out with him.
One night, mid-week, he invited me to hang out at a small house party. I headed to this dumpy house in this dumpy part of town. I went in and this dude introduced me to the guy who lived there. It was his connection, and the name he was introduced as was 'Crazy.' 'Crazy' was extremely intimidating and looked wound-up like a coiled snake ready to strike. There were a few nice looking girls hanging out, playing Mario Kart, a couple of other hard-looking dudes, party favors of all types, and at least two weapons visible. In contrast, I am the softest, whitest, suburban college student you can imagine. But there were substances, women and Mario Kart and I didn't want to be prude, so I stayed.
A couple hours later and I was melting into this sofa, watching these dudes play Mario when my greatest epiphany occurred. I realized I was sitting in a living room with a guy named Crazy, hard substances, and weapons within easy reach. I made the connection that I was risking a lot for access to all the same stuff available back on campus.
I said forget it, peeled myself off the couch, and left. I don't think anyone noticed. I just walked to the closest bus line and went home. I picked my car up the next day. I never went to a rave again and I never looked back."
"Back in college (1999), I was dumped by my girlfriend of the previous two years. Less than a month later, I was out with my buddies at a bar (drinking away the sadness) and she walked in with my replacement (I had no idea she had moved on). I stayed cool and kept hanging with my buds, while on the inside I was freaking out and dying.
The second stop of the night was a club, where we went to meet ladies, or more accurately get shot down and have fun in the process, and the ex and my replacement walked in again. At this point, I waited until he was away, and said something to her in a kind tone about giving space especially while with someone new. I got a reply to the effect of, 'it’s a free country, I’m not leaving.'
I was full on freaking out and go to my buddies and suggested we leave. I didn’t drive and this was pre-Uber and pre-cell phone, plus cabs are impossible in this town, but they were trying to convince these two blondes to play pool with them and essentially tell me to just chill and they weren't leaving. I even let my one buddy know I was having a panic attack and he said just relax, and no, we couldn't leave.
I was in a full-on panic, forget the world mode. I left the club and walked four miles back to my apartment. I ate all the tacos in fridge (not mine), packed up my stuff and drove two hours home in middle of night. I left with the intention of never returning.
I left a note saying, 'sometimes you just gotta get outta dodge.'
I was done, ready to transfer school, and get all new friends. It didn’t stick, but at the time I was so done with it all."
"The two times I bailed on people in Vegas.
The first was my ex, when we were on our way to the airport after a horrible fight-filled weekend. She basically said she banged one of my best friends and it was so good, she’d do it again. I was driving her car, so I pulled off at the next exit and got out, told her to drive herself home. I got a cab to the airport and flew home.
The next time I was with my buddy, it was our last day, and we had to check out at 11 am. He said he was going to get his phone fixed early that morning. Well, 11 came around and he was still a no show, so I called, and got a late checkout. Then 1 pm came around and there was still no sign of him. So I was basically waiting in the lobby of the hotel for another hour when he finally showed up, wasted, still without his phone.
I told him he was on his own getting home. "
"I was having a (gay) threesome with a couple in a hotel room and I heard a knock on the door. Apparently, one of them had summoned a fourth guy from online to join us. I was totally not into this new person and was about to leave when one of the originals talked me down.
I did my best to ignore the new guy for a while, but probably about 15 minutes later, ANOTHER guy knocked at the door who was also not my type. At this point, there was no way I could ignore two guys in the room so I said I had to go, and called an Uber.
It was a bummer because the original two were so hot but the other two were such a turnoff to me."
"I'm ubiquitously known as the 'prude' in my group of friends. I don't drink (never liked the taste) and have never used any substances. One night, I was out with this group when one of my friends brought along a guy I had never met before. After we had walked around the park for a bit, the new guy asked if we wanted to go back to his apartment to play some video games and relax. I idiotically agreed and went to his apartment.
I entered it, and the strong smell of weed just blasted me. I hate that smell, so I was breathing through my mouth the entire time. I walked into the living room, and surrounding the coffee table were his roommates/friends, all high out of their minds. On the table were multiple substances: weed, blow, and some form of crystals that I would guess was speed.
The guy offered us everything that was on the table. Two of my friends took the weed, but nothing else. For the next 10 minutes, I was sitting there awkwardly, listening to the stoned tirades of all of the guys surrounding the table. I felt uncomfortable, so I told everyone there that I needed to go home to feed my cat (couldn't think of anything else, to be candid).
I went out of the apartment, leaving my group of friends, and just briskly walked home."
"When I was a kid growing up in rural India, I used to hang out with a lot of guys who were considerably older than me (I was around 10-11 and they were about 14-17). Internet wasn't really a thing, so for pastime you either had TV or friends. Me and my group like to play hide and seek in the neighborhood that we lived in.
Indian neighborhoods are really messy. There is no uniformity to the houses like you would see in an american neighborhood. You could have a one-story shack next to a four-story mansion, for example, and this made hide and seek very interesting for us. Our rules were that anywhere was fair game as long as it was in the neighborhood. If you could reach it, you could hide in it. This meant that you could hide on the side, on top of, or even inside any house you could reach.
One day, we were playing and I got caught on the roof of a house I liked to hide in quite a bit. At that point, I realized that there was a lot of commotion at the base of a four-story house that was empty. Some guy had climbed up to the top of that building and there was no way for him to get down. Naturally, nobody wanted to grab the attention of an adult, so this kid started to try and scale himself back down using the about half-inch grooves in the side of building. I nope'd out of there so fast so I technically couldn't get in trouble when he fell and died.
Apparently, he made it down safely though so good for him."
"I had a strained friendship with a girl who wouldn't communicate. I extended the olive branch and offered for us to go to a Disney movie singalong at a local bar, something she would LOVE and I hated, but I was trying to be nice and do something together she'd enjoy.
She invited other people (fine, whatever makes you comfortable), and I got a table for four. It was first come first serve. I'm early to everything and got the best seats. She was over 30 minutes late and I had to turn away tons of people from sharing my big, empty table. By the time she got there, I told her she was rude and inconsiderate, and that I hope she enjoyed her time but I would be leaving.
I walked out of there feeling like a boss for standing up for myself, then I cried because I felt so foolish for trying so hard to make a friendship work when she wasn't going to change."
"I had a huge party with like 30 people at my apartment in 2008. I knew about 10 of them from college, but they all brought friends. I was 20.
This one girl really wanted me, I mean she would have been down for anything. I was really close to getting it on with her when another guy I didn’t even know came into my room and was like, 'Hey man, my name’s Will, you wanna come outside I’ve got a huge joint here!' I told her to stay there I’d be right back.
He took me outside onto the patio and said, 'Dude, her name's Lexus, she’s 16. I know her through a friend who I’ll introduce you to later. Get her out of here and definitely don’t do anything with her.'
So I did. I told her I had to leave and she should come with me. After she walked out the door first, I shut it and she was so messed up, she called a friend to come get her.
About the best ending to something that could have been very life changing for everyone involved."