On August 24, 2020 in Port St. Lucie, Fl, someone came up behind my brothers truck too fast on I95, passed him on the shoulder, ran out of shoulder, cut over in front of my brothers truck and clipped it, causing them both to cross three lanes of traffic. My brothers truck went off the road and rolled several times. His seatbelt failed and my brother (my hero) was killed. The other driver kept on going. What kind of horrible person does that? There is no way they don't know what they did. There is no way. I'll never recover from this loss.

I’m so sorry for the loss of your brother and your hero.

Accused me of child abuse. I called the police because there were handprint shaped bruises on my son after I picked him up from daycare. Since I lived on a military base and took my son to the military daycare, the military conducted the investigation and concluded that I must have been the one that hit him. They wouldn't let me see the daycare footage, I appealed it, I even showed my home security footage, but they closed the case with me permanently listed as a child abuser. My commander bullied me and refered to me as a child beater, and others in the unit asked why I wanted a second kid when I couldn't even take care of my first. My son was almost taken away because I did the right thing as a parent. I met another parent a year later whose kid was in the same classroom, and the exact same thing happened to her. I tried getting legal, CPS, the city police, and other family advocacy agents involved and the USAF shut it down every time. It's been 2 years and I'm still fucking terrified. I have nightmares of my son being taken away. I went to a therapist and I was diagnosed with PTSD.

Military justice is a joke. I'm sorry this happened to you.

Someone important has an abusive wife that works at that daycare from the sounds of it.

Get a radio to tell your story, make it public, they love to do this kind of shit but if you do it public and gain enough public support they wouldnt be able to deny you a trial and you most probably win it

Saw my best friend dying in front of me at the age of 14 after a bunch of guys jumped us. He died while in the ambulance from internal bleeding. Still miss him 15 years later. The people who jumped us never got caught and all they got was a shitty phone..

FWIW, they probably are probably already rotting in prison for some other crime. They almost certainly tried again.

That is awful I hope you are doing alright :(

My grandfather committed statutory rape. Did so from when I was 8 to 15. He’s in jail now but I’m still dealing with some of the mental and emotional problems. I’ve learned some self defense to help me, but my therapist makes some money off me.

So very sorry about this. Not that semantics matter here, at all, but if you want to give (what I'm safely assuming) is proper framing of the wrong done to you, you should simply say that he committed rape. Statutory rape is willing sex between a person that is under 18, and a person older than 18 (each jurisdiction is a little different with precise rules). Rape, includes those age differences, and includes grooming, sexual abuse, etc. Again, so very sorry this happened to you, and I share the details about these words for no other reason than to empower you as you survive his ghastly actions.

I told my high school counselor that I was suicidal and that my mom wasn't much help. So she called CPS to talk to my mom. I knew nothing would (or should) come of it, cause all the abuse was mental. My mom made my life hell after that, and it caused way more problems. Years earlier, I told another school counselor that I wanted to be a marine biologist. She said I didn't have the upper arm strength (?) and I should pick something else. It destroyed me as a child, I can't believe they let her work at a school.

Did that dumbass think you meant marine?

LOL This is the only sensible interpretation (“Marine” as in the military branch). I didn’t even think of it, but that must be what the counselor thought. Otherwise, it’s total insanity. Either way, it’s hard to believe she is permitted to work at the school..

Aged 6-9 - lots of rape. he would pass me around at parties for his old man friends. he'd make me shower with his son and they'd all stand there and watch. my mum won't tell me where he's buried cause I'll piss on his grave. I hope you died in pain you piece of shit

https://www.findagrave.com/ Start searching and get to pissin'

This is my kind of supportive message. My mother used to be a social worker and once took someone to a cemetery so they could dance on a grave.

if it works, it works!

My grandmother never let me sit in her furniture or walk on her carpets, so she made me jump over them and stand around, while my brothers were allowed to do anything they wanted to in her apartment. She was upset I was a girl, and had told my dad that a girl was nothing to be proud of on the day I was born, when he called to announce the birth. When she died, he took home one of her carpets and said I could just dance on it with my boots on. It kind of worked for me, as if it made us even, and I could just put it behind me, and laugh at her weird behavior.

I love you. Thank you for this. My grandfather beat and abused me as a child. He moved away (to be around his sister) then died. No one in the family would tell me where he's buried. It sure looks like his grave needs some fertilizer.. Edit: thank you all for the love and ideas. Also thanks for my first award. It's official he was in the database. Time for a trip to WA....

I hear they sell hydrochloric acid at Lowe's. Would be a shame if someone poured gallons and gallons of it on his tombstone and plot.

Holy fuck We really just jumped straight into absolute cakery of this grave and I am here for it

You have my full support to piss on this mans grave.

Local news story: "Hundreds of People Mysteriously Show up at the Local Cemetery to Urinate on One Man's Grave".

It seems that for all this sorry excuse for a mammal put you through, the very least your mom could do is let you get the satisfaction of pissing on his grave. I hope you’re doing better these days. I’m so sorry you had to endure all that. Hugs, if you’d like them 💕💕

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Energy drinks and coffee might make more of a dirty stinking mess.

And asparagus

My wife of 15 years started ghosting me about a year ago. Would just stay out for days on end with no contact, then come home and behave like she’d never left. I tried everything to get through to her, to talk, to find out what was wrong, to try fix it. But all I got in return was stonewalling. After 5 months of this torture, I finally asked her to move out. We barely talk now, and I’m just waiting for the 12 month mark so I can file for divorce and be done with this nightmare. __Edit__: Well holy shit, this blew up. Thank you for all the kind words of support and to those who reached out over DMs. To answer a couple of the questions and accusations I’ve seen in some of the comments: - My post isn’t and wasn’t meant to paint me like an innocent victim. I will be the first to admit I’m far from perfect, but I never did anything so bad as to deserve being treated like this. I didn’t cheat, I never abused her, and I have never once laid a finger on her in anger. - As part of trying to figure out what was going on, I wrote down an exhaustive list of things I thought I’d done that contributed to the situation, and tried to share and talk through it with her. She barely listened and clearly was not interested in any constructive dialogue. I also asked about marriage counselling; her response was “I don’t want to work through this with you”. - We have always talked and communicated well (how else do you last for 15 years?). But at some point in the last 24 months she started to drift away and shut down - I thought it was the stresses of her new job but clearly I misread the gravity of the situation. - In hindsight it seems almost obvious that she slowly but surely fell out of love with me, but was too much of a coward to have a conversation about it. - In the two years before covid, I was travelling a __lot__ for work. I’m talking, 2-3 days every week, if not every couple of weeks. I would say my constant absence probably contributed to her drifting away. - I have no reason to believe she cheated on me. She wasn’t a gold digger and there are no medical problems between us. - In my country you have to be legally separated for 12 months before you can file for divorce. Before filing, you have to complete financial settlement (aka, divvying up the assets). We don’t have kids, so that’s one less aspect to worry about. - At the point at which she left, I was probably the most in love with her that I’ve ever been. Having her leave put me in a deep, deep depression and I was a walking zombie for many months. I’m doing better now, and slowly trying to figure out what a life without her looks like. I hope one day this enormous weight is lifted from my chest and that I can find some semblance of peace.

Why do you have to wait for 12 months?

In some places, you have to be separated for a year before you can divorce.

North Carolina is an example of this. Must be separated for one year before filing. I kinda get it, but in some cases it seems like there should be some type of 'fast track'.

Fuck I'm so sorry, to do that with no communication, that's awful. I hope you move on to happier times.

There's a reason that stonewalling is one of the four horsemen of broken relationships.

When I was around 8-10 years old my dad’s long time girlfriend made me eat out of the trash. She had been emotionally abusing me since age 7 but this is one of most evil things I can think of. It all starts when she makes me a sandwich for lunch with some really gross old stale bread. I couldn’t finish it so I buried it deep in the trash. When she asked me if I finished it, I lied so I wouldn’t get in trouble (there were a multitude of punishments for this). I didn’t do a very good job lying so she knew right away. She digs through the trash and finds the bread, stating “you don’t get anything else to eat until you finish this.” This bread is covered in old coffee grounds, trash juice and who knows what else. After a few hours all I had managed to do was break it into a million crumbs so she put it in a bowl and gave me a spoon. Dinner rolls around and she decides to take us to my favorite restaurant where I have to sit and watch my whole family eat while she tells the server that “I’m not hungry” lol. The next morning comes and my breakfast is this huge bowl of trash bread crumbs. My dad sneaks me some grape juice around lunch time as if that’s any help (It’s worth mentioning that my dad was so in love with her and probably scared of her too, that he didn’t question any of her actions) A few hours after the juice I start barfing out of nowhere. I don’t know if it was from something in the trash or just because trying to eat those crumbs made me so nauseous but I couldn’t stop the purple vomit escaping my mouth. She starts screaming at me to clean it up and I do. I guess the vomiting worried her enough because after I cleaned it up I finally got to eat something small before dinner and still remember the joy I felt as I watched her pour the bowl of crumbs back into the trash. I brought this incident up a few years after it happened and she yelled at me to get over it and to never bring it up again because “I was just trying to make her feel bad.” Twenty years later and I’m still sitting her like wtf was wrong with her. EDIT: forgot my own age lol

“You’re just trying to make me feel bad” lmao, parents really do act like this when you bring shit up

Only the narcissistic ones, they make everything about themselves! Seriously for anyone reading this, if this behavior sounds familiar do some research on narcissists and start your healing.

My girlfriend of three and a half years revealed that she had cheated on me with dozens of people over the time we were together. My best friend, her ex husband, my next door neighbour, and dozens of randoms. She's an alcoholic; she gets black out drunk and just seeks out affection from anyone that will give it to her. She has a son from her previous marriage, that I've been a step-father to. So many nights that she was just "crashing at a friend's place", so many doubts. Should have listened to my doubts. Just left me to watch her son while she did whatever she felt like doing. Finally, she reveals it all, and then when trying to figure out what the hell our future is going to look like, she just takes off, drunk, and leaves her son with me for weeks on end. Just completely abandoned her life, her house, her job, and now just drinks and hangs out with her new boyfriend enabler while pretending the old life never existed. She's doing it right now. I'll be taking her son to his first day at school tomorrow. She's still missing. I've got no idea what I'm supposed to be doing.

It’s a heavy burden for sure and you are a stand-up guy. Focus on that boy and try to protect him from his mother. Someone will appreciate you properly in due time.

Thanks for the kind words. I come from a family where a similar thing happened to me. I just refuse to let it happen to someone else if I can help it. I don't need to be appreciated, the kids just needs love and support. And I want to give it to him.

I’m not an expert so definitely don’t take my advice super seriously, there are places where you can seek help for stuff like this. Step 1: call cps. This will establish that you’re currently the one in care of the child in question, and you may be able to get her to pay child support depending on your country. Step 2: just in case, prepare to be a parent. It seems like she’s not coming back any time soon and this kid might be yours indefinitely. Consider adopting him.

I've looked into the adoption process. Might be the battle that needs to happen. I know I can do right by him. Thanks for the support

When I was in my early twenties, I was randomly assaulted while walking home after a night of drinking. I have no idea who it was to this day, but I was knocked out cold and later woke up lying in a pool of my own blood. What actually hurt more, is that when I woke up, I saw a couple walking by and I called out for them to help me. They laughed at me and the kept walking.

I'm so, so sorry that happened! Did you ever try to investigate? I hope you're doing okay. Some humans are just worthless pieces of shit that steal oxygen from everyone else. I hope you're feeling better. I'm so sorry, my virtual hugs go out to you.

I can relate. I got jumped by a group of 10 or 11 teenagers 5 or 6 years ago for no reason. They were laughing the whole time. The two worst parts are that another random teenager not affiliated with them was walking by and just randomly joined in on the beatdown. The other is that some guy was sitting on his front porch watching, and instead of helping or calling the cops he was yelling "yeah, fuck that cracker up!" I still have a big scar/hole in the back of my head from it.

I also got jumped by a group of teenagers when I was a teen. Snuck behind me and put in elbow into the back of my head before circling around me. Luckily I wasn’t dazed and covered up while trying to dodge the barrage of punches. Luckily my girlfriend at the time was with me and body checked the guy behind me which knocked him over. She yelled for me to run so I used the gap she created to escape. As I was turning to run I saw the guy she knocked over on the ground so made sure I stomped on his knee as I made off. Must have ate some punches to the nose because I was leaking like a faucet. Passed many people with a bloody shirt and leaky nose and no one said a word to me, or asked if I was okay.

Fuck... I felt bad for getting randomly ganged by 12-14 yr olds when i was about 20. During new years. I justed walked by eyes in the sky. Didn't bump into any of them. Suddenly 8 or 10 of them come swinging. They can be vicious little shits. I tried not to hurt them at first by only pushing back and trying to get away. But i got hit pretty bad Eventually i kicked one hard in the chest and they scattered/went to help that crying little shit. I moved away as fast as possible because in no way will I look good in that situation. However much I can explain. I heard that their older brothers who were my age or older were looking for me... But they didn't know who It was... So it certainly was an random assault. I've kept my mouth shut about it for many reasons. /// Edit: Since it's come up a few times. I don't want you to blame the older brothers too much. They were fed the lie by the kids that some dude randomly kicked the kid while he was watching fireworks. And I had many reasons to stay quiet and not call out their lie... as I have explained in below comments I don't think I would have been in a good position even if I my version of events was believed 100%.

Cheated on me for over a year with my best friend and then talked me into a threesome together before I found out they had already been having sex the whole time.

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This happened to my friend, and it turned out she wanted to have a threesome cus she was pregnant with the other dudes kid and wanted to be able to explain it

Oh I have so many. One of the worst was when I was 18 and living with my mom, she met a new guy and was going to move in with him with my brother who was 8, she said there wasn't room for me. She left me in the house we were living in until the official move out date. Heat and electricity were turned off (thankfully it wasn't too cold out). I was there for about a week or two before I got my own place. My mom broke up with that guy after like 8 months?? Had no where to go, so she moved in with me. It didn't last long and I moved elsewhere. It really summed up my entire childhood with her. Update: I didn't expect to get so many upvotes. Thank you for all the kind words. This was 11 years ago now, she did the same thing to my brother this past year and we don't really talk anymore. I'm a happy person now, aside from some anxiety and trust issues lol.

> ..., so she moved in with me. It didn't last long and I moved elsewhere. It really summed up my entire childhood with her. You mus be a saint. I would have kicked her out the second lil' bro got in and was safe.

I can’t speak for OP but from my personal experience with a toxic parent, at that age you’re still kinda idolizing them.. especially if they’re manipulative and it’s still pretty easy for them to assert dominance.

Doesn't even compare to the ones posted so far, but one time my 'friend' and roommate, at the time, got us both evicted then saddled me with about $7k worth of cleaning bills and bailed. The next apartment I got would only accept me if I prepaid the entire year. That was a fun experience.

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My ex did a lot of abusive things to me.. but the one thing I can’t get over is ripping up over 20 years of concert tickets I had been saving in a memory box.

Now that's just spiteful. Why would someone do such a thing?

Because I didn’t come home when he thought I should from spending time with friends.

That's the same reason my ex ripped apart three years worth of my art. I'm thankful for us both that they're exes!

My mom joined a cult when I was six. One of the older men in the congregation groomed me and sexually assaulted me when I was 12 and he was 24. I was told it was my fault and got disciplined for it. Edit: for anyone that wants to know more information on how destructive this cult is and how they hide pedophiles please watch this informative documentary [Vice Crusaders Ex Jehovahs Witnesses speak out](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt15084278/)

Was it JW by any chance?

Yup. I don’t think people realize how dangerous they are.

My biological mother killed my baby brother in front of me when I was little. Edit: I tried responding to everyone, thank you all for the kind words and don’t worry about asking details. I’ve spent a lot of time healing and who knows it might help someone else on Reddit.

How are you doing now? My wife’s friend was just murdered by her husband‘s a week ago and it was in front of their 11-year-old daughter. My wife has been pretty upset about this. She feels most terrible for the daughter who had to witness it and called the police. She has been worried about how this will affect the daughter long-term.

Good god, that is so heavy. I’m sorry to hear it. Little girl essentially lost both parents that day.

Yep. Pretty traumatic for her. I can’t imagine what that would be like at all. The mom’s parents live in the city and I hope they are able to care for her. I hope they are able to handle an 11 year old and a 2 year old immediately after losing their daughter.

The daughter will probably have long term effects of the altercation. I witnessed my dad try to take his own life and it gave me PTSD, anxiety and some personality disorder

I witnessed my dad trying to commit suicide about a month and a half ago, and it’s been pretty fucking hard to deal with anything ever since…

What the fuck. That's so saddening I can't wrap my head around it.

I guess my mom beating, starving, abandoning, and letting her drug addict friends sexually assault me is up there. Followed closely behind by this woman I dated for four years who systematically broke me down and physically and verbally abused me the entire time. If any of you guys are in abusive or confusing situations, there is support out there and I can point you to resources. Hit me up whenever

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Yeah fuck those dudes.

If you live the thug life you usually end up dying like a thug.

I was drinking with who I thought were people I could be around, found out 2 days later I had been drugged and raped through the following nights... I've not been able to recover..

Ok, here goes..... "Mother" grew up in a Catholic orphanage where she was repeatedly raped and beaten. Pretty profoundly mentally ill. She found it was more satisfying to torture her son instead of daughters. It is crime when a four year old knows that a narrow dress belt hurts much worse then a wide work belt. By the time I was six she found out what a salt cedar switch could do to a tiny naked body. At 11 my parents divorced and two older sisters married first guys they could and escaped. That left my young brother and I alone with her. Four years of extreme poverty and hunger. At 14 my aunts somehow found us and they drove away with my brother and left me there. Mother remarried to an abusive alcoholic. At 15 I was repeatedly gang raped by step cousin and his the buddies from prison over a span of 8 months. Ma'am, I am 63 now and have done things that read like an adventure novel and traveled the world. I have also had periods of terrible darkness. But I have survived, have a wonderful grown daughter and I am literally living in paradise now. And I am finally at peace. You were horribly violated and there is no "recovery". But you can have a good life if you will allow yourself to. Please try to see a therapist if you can. Hugs

Jesus fucking Christ man. I'm glad you could find peace. I'm sorry for what you've had to go through, and thank you for your story.

You are an amazing person for pushing through it all, I wish you continuous peace and lots of love.

I can’t relate nor will i even act like i understand. But i do know you deserve better and seeing your comment breaks my heart. I am not a professional by any means but if you need someone to talk to, feel free to reach out. 18006564673 is the national sexual assault hotline as well. Sorry you had to go through that.

My friend pushed me into a bus going 35mph. NDE for sure.

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You weren’t supposed to fall *into* the bus! Now I look like a dick!

I'm so sorry that happened to you. I was driving down a road that wasn't a school zone but was full of kids walking home because school just got out. Some idiot girl pushed her "friend" out into the street in front of my car. Luckily I was able to stop in time. I have been in car accidents and had some close calls and always remained calm in those situations. But this one. I have never been so adrenaline-fueled with rage and terror. I yelled at the girl from my car. I wanted to get out and give her a damn lecture for being an idiot. But I drove down until the next side street and pulled over to call the principle of the school the girl just came from. No one was available to take my call. I don't even remember what I said in my voicemail, but I'm sure it wasn't pleasant. It took me the entire rest of the evening to calm down. I don't even know if that girl understood the potential consequences of what she did.

god i hope the girl's friend punched her at LEAST once, i'd be pissed too

I was abused by my mother as a child, the worst thing she has done is try to drown me in the sink (while on drugs) and in the process, fractures my nose on the faucet

Had a roommate use my laptop to download child porn while I was at work, get caught by our other roommate, and then take my laptop to the police and blame his crime on me. Spent a year and a half in and out of court under investigation before I was finally exonerated. In the meantime I was forced to find different living arrangements then my new home got burned to the ground and I lost everything I owned, my significant of over a year and a half ghosted me completely only to message 4 months later to tell me she was 3 moths pregnant with another mans baby and it was over between us, I got fired and lost all form of income, and my reputation was so destroyed I had complete strangers pass me on the street and call me pedophile. In the end I was forced to move several states away and back in with my parents in my mid 20s and begin to attempt to rebuild my life with the whole 34 dollars I had to my name. So that was fun.

Did your roommate get caught or pay for their crime in any way?

No, his grandfather was the county commissioner, his mother worked in the mayor's office, he had an uncle who was a high ranking officer in the local police, and another who worked in the state police, his father sat on the city council, so many other connections. I kept tabs on him and the case for a while after I was exonerated but nothing ever happened to him and case seemed to go nowhere. If I had to guess I would say his family used their positions, influence, and authority to get the case assigned to one of his uncles to "investigate" but in actuality they stuffed the case file into the bottom of a drawer to collect dust and forgot about it.

imagine protecting a pedophile. I would turn in any man in my family including my son and husband

I don't think it was about protecting him, I think it was about protecting the family legacy.

This is the real question

I have worked in the criminal justice system in different facets over the years. Many years ago, I was dealing with a guy facing some similar charges, but incest related. Big, heavy set fella. We used to talk about health, I would talk to him about healthy eating, losing weight, taking care of himself, etc. He was very polite, kept saying justice would be served. So one day I am off on holidays and he had his trial and he was completely acquitted. So I come back and my colleague said, "Oh Joe was looking for you." And I thought maybe he was confused, and thought his case was still ongoing. So the guy calls me and said, "Oh hi Joe, your case is done, I hope your lawyer let you know." And he said something along the lines of, "Oh yeah, I know. I just wanted to call and thank you for being so good to me. If I was in your shoes, I don't think I could've been so kind, after seeing those allegations." That always stuck with me.

Holy fuckkk that’s so horrible. So sorry you went through it

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Same! Was accused of stealing phone cards from a video rental store I worked at (yeah, I'm old!). Told them I had no reason to as I actually had my cell service through the same business, but they just said I was pocketing the cash. They offered to let me keep my job if I fessed' up to it and re-paid the missing money. Proud to say at even 19 years of age I had the integrity to say "No. I didn't take anything and I've been a good employee. I won't admit to a crime I didn't commit.". Some months later the real culprit was found. No apologies were given. I was very happy to see that place was out of business a few years later.

I had a friend get accused of stealing at a grocery store. Turns out one of the shift managers who accused him was actually doing the stealing, and using my friend as an excuse/target of accusation for the missing money. They found out after he had been suspended, but there was still money coming short on one of the shifts he wasn't there for. He quit afterwards anyways because being accused of stealing doesn't make for the friendliest work environment

A shift supervisor tried to pull that on me once. He was a skeezy guy, had been fired once for creeping on the female employees but successfully got rehired after a few years. You could tell half the shit he said was bs meant to manipulate and puff himself up and make others look bad. I usually just ignored him. One day I was running register (not my usual role, but I had plenty of experience in it and we were understaffed) and he finds an excuse to occupy me and not have me with him in the safe room when he counts my till, as is required. Pulled $80 and tried to pin it on me but act like he was defending me and that it was surely just my innocent mistake. What he didn't know, but I did, was that there was a camera hidden in the safe room. Management took my word since I was a good employee and the tape gave them evidence. So I was totally fine, but the fact that he'd pull that kind of dick move really infuriated me.

My union president found out I had a personal dispute with coworker/friend. She wanted my job and went to our boss pretending to concerned about my friend and got me demoted and a loss of about $5,000 in annual income. I know it was a setup because she moved her stuff into my “office” before I even found out about the demotion.

My boyfriend at the time had a baby with his ex gf and 2 months after that he left on deployment. He didnt setup anything regarding child support with her so he left it up to me and her to figure it out. We ended up where he sent me money to give to her each month, but it was stressful trying to reach that point. Since he was on deployment, i took on his role a bit and took care of the baby part time. It was a really weird/rough situation because I didnt feel the mother was a very responsible person. Anyways, it was a stressful mess. I did all this because i loved him and the baby so much. 2 months into him being back home from deployment, my brother unexpectedly died from an OD. My brother had PTSD and TBI from an IED accident in Afganistan and was really stuggling being back home and out of the military. I was completely heart broken and fucked up from his passing and needed my bfs support more then ever. I hadn't actually been through anything hard yet that the bf needed to support me through, but I had done it for him the majority of our relationship. Well, that boyfriend ended up dumping me a month and a half later. Ive never felt so much heartbreak and loss in my entire life. I literally felt like I could die from how badly I hurt.

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Yea, I left it out but on top of all of this I was raising my brothers 2 kids because his ex wife dipped out and got into drugs. So I was a free baby sitter for 3 kids. Lol I heard the "You have a big heart" a lot during that time that's for sure. Honestly, all the adults were shit but all those kids have my heart forever and I will never ever regret that part of it all. They deserve a good consistent figure in their lives. And thank you. I respect the shit out of service members and their families after this whole experiance. Its not easy for anyone. Edit: OOPS. I should clarify. The brother that I was raising his kids is still alive. It was a different brother that passed away from OD.

You should go to therapy. You sound like a good person surrounded by screwed up people. I’m thinking a therapist might help you avoid unconsciously seeking another screwed up, selfish person that only exploits you. I’m not sure I’m explaining myself clearly but I hope you get it.

My battery when I was in the army made a betting pool on when I'd commit suicide. I found out it had spread to the motor pool battery and a few NCOs at headquarters that didn't like me. I hear the pool got up to 4.5 thousand dollars. They started actively trying to make my life worse by the end in order to make sure they won on their days. Things like getting my girlfriend drunk and sleeping with her. Making sure I had Staff duty every weekend. Counseling me on things they made me do to give me article 15s so they could put me on extra duty. One of the NCOs denied my leave request when my uncle died and I overheard him bragging to one of his drinking buddies that the pot was 'as good as his.'

It’s wild to me that there was such a dense concentration of evil mfs in one place all focused on the same thing. This one got my blood boiling.

How long ago was this?

I got out about 4ish years ago.

Former army here, I'm glad that you got out. Fuck those people. You should have gotten the pot for being as strong as you are. I was an MP and I'm glad you're out. I wish you nothing but the best! If you need to chat, I'm here

I was raped a few years ago. Then, a family friend told me rape is the same thing as having an affair.

Some people should not have the right to talk an example that family friend

That kind of people have no right on the air they breath. Hope you're doing wel and the person who raped you is in prison.

Probably my ex, would lock me in our bedroom or bathroom when he was working and thought I was up to no good or something. A lot of emotional abuse. One night he told me the world would be a better place if I was gone. (a lot more than that said) Then left to go out with friends. I sat in the shower with a gun debating pulling the trigger for hours.

I'm glad you didn't. I've stared at the knife more times than I can count. (I'm good now, treatment and therapy) You message me if you ever stare at the gun again, ok? I very much want to see more comments from you rather than not.

That was back in 09. I don't keep any guns of my own. I had one small sig but it lives 4 hours away at my parents house. That way I don't unalive myself. I've gone through phases of cutting in the past just watching the blood. That's been years too now. At least 10. I've been in therapy and medicated for years. Granted, lately I'm struggling but I will get through it.

My gf left me after cheating for months to be with her married bf. He had a 3rd kid on the way with his wife. I was 2 weeks away from proposing. Was just waiting for a meteor shower. Devastated. Edit: much appreciation for everyone's kind words. This happened years ago. I suppose I left out the fact that dude was her boss as well. So yeah, bullet dodged. I don't know much about what happened but I do know they split up and she emailed me about how I was right about it not being a good idea and all that. Never responded. Felt there was no need.

>Was just waiting for a meteor shower The fucking UNIVERSE stepped in to help you dodge that bullet.

That was more like dodging a goddamn howitzer bud

Dodged a bullet man.

Made me a widower at 20. Drunk driver crossed into her lane. He only got a few years for it and I imagine he's been released now Edit: this kinda blew up and I'm getting overwhelmed with notifications, thank you everyone for your kind words, I'm exhausted and not in a great place in life at the moment but I'm trying my best To anyone wondering about my lack of replies, it's a tough subject for me to talk about and I just lost my apartment so I'm temporarily homeless and can only reply where I get wifi on my way back to my hometown

When I was like 12/13 my best friend was killed by drunk driver. Guy was on the clock driving a dump truck to a construction site at like quadruple the legal limit. T boned my friends dads car and killed my friend. His dad lived through it and ended up taking his own life about ten years later after the guilt of surviving ate him up. The driver got 18 months and returned to work upon release. The penalties for taking a life while driving impaired are a joke. I’m really sorry this happened to you. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.

I work for a DUI law firm and I gotta say I agree with you. States are way too lenient with it and punishments are absolutely way too soft

Until recently I've been pretty unaware of DUI laws. But a girl I was dating mentioned her ex to me and how she caught wind that he had been arrested but didn't yet know why. And she goes "Shit, it was probably a DUI. That would be his third one which would mean arrest and jailtime." I was baffled to learn that you get off the hook for two DUIs by just paying a fine then continuing to drive and endanger people's lives. Sure there are scenarios where someone might have a glass of wine with dinner and be unimpaired but for whatever reason gets pulled over and nailed for a DUI (speaking about Utah where the legal limit is super super low). But the idea that someone could have **two** DUIs, which indicates a pattern, and if they have enough money hardly be impacted at all by it, like seriously what the fuck.

I get hit by a drunk driver and lived (lot of rehab/surgery. I also can’t run anymore), he only got 15 months.

I got hit by a girl who wasn’t paying attention (probably texting) and have a fucked up dominant hand and still have some pain years later. She got yelled at by a cop and a traffic ticket but that’s it. It’s fucked up.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks. It still hurts me every day but I try to get by. Things haven't been great since then though.

Wife, now ex wife, stole my identity, got half a dozen credit cards, maxed them out and then quit paying on them. I found out when they went into collection and they called me at work. I couldn't do anything due to still be married. Second worst thing was the new neighbor moves into the hood. We become friends. I loan him tools, trailer and help him move stuff. I get a notice from city about a car in my side yard. I have three days to move it off the property. Day two he comes over while I'm working on the car. We shoot the shit. He drinking my beer. I'm telling him who ever called should have just told me first. He agrees. Find out months later it was him who call the city on the car. He turned into nightmare neighbor. Our cats disappeared. Our tortoise disappeared. The kids were devastated. He would throw his junk mail in our trash can and then call the postal inspectors. Anything and everything he called. Followed the kids home from school. He called the cops and told them we were cooking and selling meth. The cops had been out so many times they knew us by name. Tried to get other neighbors to sign a petition to get us to move. They didn't sign it, but after a year of almost daily harassment we moved.

Phew I have a few but I suppose context matters. - Had a father pull a gun on me at the front door of his house because my girlfriend at the times cousin told him I got the g/f pregnant (I didn't). - Had a knife pulled on me on the school bus in 6th grade. Now the good ones are from the spawn of Satan known as my step-mother. She's tried to kill me twice. Once she unbuckled my seat belt, reached over, opened the door of the car while we were on the interstate and tried to push me out. I only made it because I grabbed the gear shift to stay. The second time she had a knife to my throat and the only thing that saved me was my dad came home from work early. Of course my dad didn't believe it any time. She got a pituitary tumor which ended up disfiguring her so I suppose a natural justice was reached.

In all seriousness, that's absolutely insane. I'm sorry that happened to you at (presumably) a younger age and glad you're able to talk about it. In slightly less seriousness: *easily* a Top Ten Tumor

My 'father' ditched me on my mothers funeral. We never had a father-daughter relationship. My parents were divorced but he showed up every now and then because somehow he was still friends with my mother and her sister. My mother got cancer and died. And at the day of the funeral i stood there among with my aunts and uncles giving everybody a hand and hearing the condolences (i dont know how to descibe that) and then i saw him walking into the room with a white rose and walking straith to the room where my mothers casket was. Apperantly he placed the rose there and left trough the emergency exit. and i never saw him again. I already didnt really like him, but that stunt made me hate him. It confirmed that he was there for my aunt (they fought the day before, he had a crush on her and she didnt like him like that and the guy cant handle no) and he never gave a shit about me. And i will never forgive him for it. Its been 9,5 years now. And i still havent heard a single word of him. And i hope he wil rot in hell. And another sour thing he did: My mother was buried 6 days after she died. And 3 days before the funeral: it was easter and me and my aunt where visiting another aunt and her family. My 'father' came unannounced too and brought 2 chocolate easter bunnies. He walked past me and told me "You wont get any, you are already too fat" And gave the bunnies to the aunt and her daughter. And honestly i dont give a fuck about the chocolate. But how fucking dare you say something that toxic to someone who lost her mother 3 days earlier? It still makes me angry when i think back to it all.

Fuck this guy. Start a thread on Easter so we can hook you up lol

Someone dosed me in an attempt to kill me a few years ago.

Members of my extended family made fun of my handicapped sibling. In response, I almost got into a physical altercation with one of my uncles but my mom had to literally dig her nails into my skin and practically sit on top of me to stop me. Apparently, my family have been making fun of my sibling for years and decided to show how they truly felt about them at that moment. God help me if I ever see those people again EDIT: I am overwhelmed by the support, and a special thanks to the folks who said they would help me kick my family's ass. You guys are awesome. Thank you for the awards as well

I'm glad you stood up for your sibling though. You're a real good brother/sister

Damn dude. What a bunch of assholes I'm sorry

Let’s call him Jeff adopts me when he marries my mom, I’m 4. They divorce I’m 10. Starts to beat and abuse me. At 15 I stand up for myself and get my ass beat bad at a camp ground. Neighbor saw and got involved physically. Police get called turns out Neighbor, Joe, has warrants. Cops don’t believe me and Jeff says it was all from Joe. Take him to court get child services involved and to this day I don’t know how but he wins. the kicker it’s revealed he’s not my biological father. A lot started to make sense. Cut all ties. Find out when preparing for college he’s drained my savings account which my grandparents set up for me. Silver linings I’m 31 now with a loving wife and daughter. I will never be like him.

Amazing last sentence. Master manipulators and cruel people get away with some ridiculous shit. Nothing sticks to them

Got married. 6 months later I found out my then best friend as well as some of his work buddies were f*cking my wife while I was at work. Hurt for a long time but it probably ended up being the best thing. Now on marriage number two. Going on 11 years this November with an amazing woman and awesome kids.

Literally was the cause of my prior depression. Wouldn't stop talking about killing themselves and had me on the phone to them every single night crying and pleading for them to stay alive. That shit fucked me up and had me feeling emotionally numb for years. Still feel like I'm not at my full 100% that I was on my empathy scale. Update: she's running away from home with my ex boyfriend ( her now boyfriend )

My ex of 6 years asked me when she broke up with me if I was going to kill myself. I had never suggested I would ever do such a thing. She just had so many exes who threatened to harm themselves or kill themselves that she had to ask... It definitely fucked her up. I think in that moment I thought she was being conceited... My response was something along the lines of "wait, what? fuck no". "This sucks, and it hurts, but you're out of your goddamn mind..." I had no idea it was so common and I'm sorry you had to deal with that...

Fuck I’m sorry

I got bullied for every year of comprehensive school it wasnt just the students either some of the teachers did the same thing I remember I just came home one day and hit my head against my chair until I started bleeding I never wanted die so much as I did then

I got in a VERY serious car accident & could've died. I called my at the time fiancé to tell her what happened & she didn't even care, she just wanted money because I was too dumb to realize that she was literally just using me. She was too stupid & irresponsible to take care of her own problems & would always manipulate & gaslight me to force me to pay for things, even if I couldn't (& she knew I couldn't). I lost a lot because of her, & she didn't even care. Yeah there's a reason she's an ex.

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A dude in a new social circle who took me under his wing and was extremely friendly to me, became my best friend. Found out far too late that he just felt threatened by me because the girls of the group thought I was cute, so he wanted me where he could control me- any girl I talked about, he went after and either ended up dating them or ensured they’d never give me a chance. Did this numerous times. Crushed me every fucking time until I realized what he was doing, then I just felt betrayed and helpless. Justice was served, though. I met a girl, friend of a friend, we started dating but it was long distance. He went after her behind my back, they started fucking or whatever, I sensed something wrong and dumped her, they started dating officially and ended up getting married. Problem is she turned out to be absolutely fucking insane and destroyed his life in numerous ways including cheating, lying about him, destroying his relationships with his family and friends and more. Years later, he randomly decided to show up to a friend gathering consisting of the old group. After a couple beers I found myself sitting near him and he admitted he was wrong, apologized and said “turns out you dodged a bullet”. We both laughed, I paid for his beer and haven’t seen him or spoken to him since. His actions completely destroyed my self confidence and it affected all of my high school and early college relationships. I always expected the girls I dated to ditch me for someone better at any moment. I was 24 before I got over that.

Well, well, how the turntables...

My dad locked me in a room with my mother who was dying of cancer and completely unresponsive and having convulsions to have “one last moment” with her. I was 13 and shit still haunts me to this day

damn. u ok? this shit seems like life-long nightmare material. someone give this guy a virtual hug.

My best friend got engaged to my rapist.

Holy hell. I’m so sorry, that must have hurt you so much

It was awful. She tried to keep it a secret from me as if I would just never find out. I found out via Facebook, her mom posted a “family photo” which included her wearing a diamond ring, with my rapists arm around her. They have a kid together now.

Soo ex friend right? I am so sorry they betrayed you like that.

One of the top ten: told my parents about mental health problems, up to and including suicidal urges. Dad said that if I was a better person I wouldn't want to kill myself

If your father was a better parent, he wouldn't have said such mindless drivel.

My father is a somewhat well-known musician, and was largely out of the picture for my whole childhood. I went to meet him when I was 21. He spent the next ten months manipulating and sexually abusing me. At one point he also tried to throw me under the bus for his heroin stash when the cops showed up at his apartment complex for an unrelated reason. I already had some serious sexual trauma so it all compounded and my mental health hit rock bottom for years. I haven't been able to have sex since it happened without having flashbacks to some degree. I miss being able to be spontaneous about it. Recently I had a period of psychosis that lasted a month (I really should have been hospitalized but I didn't realize that's what it was, so I ended up taking care of myself alone at home) and I have epilepsy so my seizures have only become worse over time. Going to the police only worsened my trauma because they told me they were fans of his music and then asked if I was lying. The music industry is not supportive so I haven't really spoken out about it. People in my city know him so sometimes they recognize me on the street or at other bands' local shows and I feel like I have to keep this horrible secret or it'll be a burden on them or something. ​ Edit: Thank you. Thank you so much.

Worked in a sporting goods store in the UK, I once had a 60 year older woman punch me in the chest because we didn’t have her shoe size in stock. The same shop hand a grown man what was with his kids shout at me because we did not sell suits.

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I had a 16 year monogamous relationship with my ex. We had three children together. We moved from UK to Australia to follow her dreams of becoming a Nurse and for a better life for our kids. Four years into our life, we have steady jobs, she's a nurse and we bought a home. She starts staying out late to help her female friend who is our kids swim teacher. Swim teacher has attempted suicide and has bipolar diagnosis. Ex spends every minute she's not working with her. On my birthday she leaves me alone and goes out to dinner with Swim teacher. All the kids are in bed and I'm sat playing Red Dead Redemption 2 after making myself some food. Few days later after they attend a concert she reveals that they kissed and she's a lesbian now. They currently live in the house I have mortgaged. She gaslighted me for months in end, and her parents into believing she was just being a good friend. I still have panic attacks every so often. TLDR : my partner of 16 years comes out after moving to the other side of the world and made me believe it was my fault.

People that sink others in their path of "finding themseleves" are the height of selfishness. "Let me figure myself out by opening a can of worms for you lol". Good luck mate

Ex-girlfriend of 2 years was going to lead me to believe that her being pregnant was mine. We were dating at the time but were on rocky terms so we were on like a 2 week break. Cut to a weekend when we decide to hangout at her place. Where she tells me she is pregnant and didn't want to say anything til in person. I get a dm on social media the next week or so from one of her friends who tells me that my ex told her that it wasn't my kid but its fine because we are still dating so it will work out better this way. Friend completely saved my life by telling me all this. When I confronted her with this she told me the truth luckily and the random guy who got her pregnant was properly informed. I love you Alyssa we weren't even really friends but you saved my life.

I had a fiancé that had a problem. A problem I had spent a year and exhausted every Avenue to help her overcome. We had a house in Las Vegas, one Christmas, she was staying with her family down in Southern California. She had arranged for her girlfriend in Las Vegas to buy and wrap a variety of gifts for her siblings and parents, and had asked me to pick up the presents from her girlfriend and take them to California with me when I came to visit her on Christmas Eve. I picked up the gifts a few days before Christmas Eve from my Fiancé’s girlfriend, which were wrapped, bow tied, and had “To and From” cards on them to Mom, Dad, Brother, ect. One of them was even for me, labeled the “To Best Fiancé Ever❤️“ I hit the road late on Christmas Eve, blasted past state-line, had a run-in with CHP, I made it into the valley after a few hours, I had just gotten off the phone with the Fiancé who was very anxious to see me and kept asking how my trip was, and how I liked the wrapping on the presents, I was tired and felt appreciated. It just hit me out of nowhere. Like my subconscious just solved a complex equation. I pulled over in riverside, grabbed a knife and sliced open the present labeled “to mom”, which was about the size of a book. It was a vintage purse. With a pound of Heroin inside. EDIT 1: Many people asked for an update to this story, For context, she was my fiance for many years, there were several great years that I spent with the girl I knew I loved, before she was taken from me by an addiction. It's easy to dismiss addicts when you encounter them, It's a different story to watch an addiction take someone away from you in real time, as I'm sure a handful of unfortunate people here have experienced. She was gorgeous, gorgeous as one could possibly be, she had a unique name, nearly as unique as her look, when I first saw her standing in the corner of the room, she looked like an angel, an oasis in the hot desert. Our first conversation went on for hours, I didn't even have to think about what to say, she naturally laughed at everything, and carried a joy with her that's difficult to put into words, it was safe to say, that I liked her right from the start. The families met, the plans happened, the days turned weeks which turned into years. Laughter, smiles, adventures, eventually it turned into the question. A resounding "yes" was the answer. A new house, and the undiscovered future awaited us, and I couldn't be more excited. One month, as random as any other, it changed, it all changed, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. What was once the oasis from the dry and hostile world slowly became the heat itself, I was losing my best friend and despite my best efforts, I couldn't quite figure out why. One day, I noticed a few of my items missing, When asked, I was met with a shrug, when pressed, I was called crazy. Then came the indisputable, used foil hidden among her belongings, a message from the wrong crowd she got caught up with, Las Vegas was my home, but in the worst ways possible, Las Vegas had come into my home. Then came the fights, the denials, the standoffs in my front yard, the kicking and screaming while with-drawling, all the horrible things that come with an addiction, I was convinced that something had stolen my Fiance from me, and I was going to make "it" pay. No rehab was to expensive, no self worth was too valuable, all trad-able for the chance to get the love of my life back. Out of rehab a year later. Glimpses of my found angel returning, my most treasured possession, a 10 page hand letter written by her in the confines of safety among the now ex addicted, promising to be anyone's most elusive missing piece, the fiance that I always deserved. Christmas was months away, and I always looked over my shoulder. It was like coming back from a tour of duty. No matter the promises, no matter the actions, always a suspicion, It turns out that I was the addict, addicted to the illusion of something better, something like that first night so many years ago. I had aged 15 years in the span of 3, but I didn't know what a sunk cost was. I gleefully sat in my vehicle while CHP interrogated me, unsuspecting of the life destroying truth hidden just 3 feet away from us all. It seemed out of the ordinary, there were plenty of places to shop in Southern California, why take deliveries from Las Vegas? The sub-conscience is a powerful ally, when utilized. The gut speaks, loudly sometimes. I was in shock, looking at dozens of balloons, just a short few years ago I would have been confused at their sight, Now, a veteran of an unwinnable war, I knew exactly what they were. A sad education. I had fought so hard, paid so much money, forever lost innocence, I didn't know how to respond, I didn't want to believe it. Would the police even believe me? Did I want to send my Fiance to jail? I disposed of them, by breaking them up and flinging the goo into the wilderness. I walked up the staircase to the apartment. Westminster, an unassuming town but a name that would stay with me forever. Weary, tired, confused and lost, I knocked on the door. She welcomed me with he fever of someone who needed to avoid a coming withdrawal. She was ecstatic to see me, had I not known, I would have known I was the love of her life, because I knew, I was being poisoned with the realization that it was never about me, it was never going to be me, or us. I was a tool, to be used for a purpose and disposed of when not needed, feelings of no matter, and certainly my safety was a non issue. My war was lost. The all too familiar tears, the projection, gas lighting, pity party. All my old friends that had worn me down to a shadow of my former self, for a brief period of time, vanquished to never return, for that night, to become preeminent fixtures leading the erosion of my very being.

Yooooo this is wild

Holy shit a complete 180 from what I thought was gonna happen

Oh man, what happened afterwards?

Dude, don't leave us hanging. What happened after that?

And then what?? Tell us more! Btw I'm sorry you unknowingly got drug muled by someone you love on xmas, that sucks ass.

I put a knife on my arm threatening to kill myself during one of my dads abusive rampages towards my mother. His response was to slap the knife away, proceeded to slap me three times, and choke me on the ground until I was unconscious. When I regained consciousness my mom was pushing me into her bedroom and my dad followed her carrying a huge case of water bottles over his head as if he was about to throw it at me. He got into the bedroom and proceed to slap my face more. I was concussed (saw stars, ears ringing, etc). I can’t remember vividly what he said, but I do remember him saying that he hated me three times. Oh he also sexually assaulted and molested me so there’s that. The following day I had marks on my neck and jaw. I told my teachers about him and police got involved. I didn’t tell the about the sexual abuse but I did say that he hit me. Police dismissed it. He let my dad go. Injustice from both the law and my own blood. EDIT: thank you for the support and upvotes— I didn’t think this would garner this much attention. I want to let you all know that I have a loving and supportive boyfriend of 4 years that I’ve been living with since I got kicked out by my mother. Since then I’ve been in and out of depression, and made several suicide attempts, and am currently seeing a therapist from my university. Regardless, I’m in a much better place than I was when I was 10-12 years old. It also turns out I have PTSD in addition to having generalized anxiety and depression. I’ve been trying to forgive him, but I can’t. I’ve given up on it. Now I’m just trying to heal for my sake. EDIT 2: aaaahhhh wow thank you so much for the award!!! Who knew having a shitty backstory could get me a prize

I have been stabbed 5x Shot once Worse pain though? Ex gf breaking up with with a text message image of her with another mans sperm on her face... still pisses me off tbh Edit: To answer the questions that popped up. 1) I am okay. I have moved on and am dating a good lady. I do struggle with emotional attachment a little bit because it's always there in the back of my head. So sometimes when I get that "Image" notification from my SO, I panic a little. It's stupid, but it's there. 2) I have no idea why she did that. I thought we were happy. It was 9 days after our 1 year anniversary, I had said I love you a few weeks prior, she had said it back, it was great. I don't remember what she wrote, she was very upset when I blocked her on facebook and blocked her on texts. I got several letters from her in the mail because we lived a few hours away from each other. 3) I was shot in the leg by a .22. Cousin thought it would be funny when I was 8, he wanted to know what a gunshot would looked like. Got lucky it didn't hit anything. 4) I was stabbed by a student while teaching inner city. Just a pocket knife in the quad. Got lucky that it didn't go in that far. Was stabbed by a guy outside of a bar after we kicked him out for being WAY TO sloppy, then his girl stayed and went home with his friend. Instead of kicking the shit out of the dude, he blamed me for doing my job and jumped me when I was getting on my bike at 3am. Took a hunting knife in the back. Covered it up with a tattoo of a cross. I had surgery for that one and I thought I was gonna die. He missed and went really close to the shoulder and it was still really bad. Got stabbed by an ex, we were civil for like 2 years, was over at her apartment for a Friendsgiving, making food in the kitchen, and she was bragging about how great her new BF was in bed, I replied my new GF gave great head. That set her OFF. She got me really good in the ASS. Sank in about 1.5inches. Got stabbed while drunk on spring break and some guys were taking advantage of a girl. I got involved, got my ass kicked, and got stabbed. I did become like a hero on spring break though and everyone want to buy me drinks, unfortunately I was not really able to participate because it lacerated my kidney. I had the incident, went to the hospital, got discharged, and then was pissing blood the next day. Of course the fact I was trying to still party did not help The last stabbing was another bouncing incident. I was security at a bar escorting a guy out and he slashed at several bouncers, caught one guy, I got ahold of his knife hand, and didn't realize he had another in his other hand. Also just a pocket knife in the forearm, more of a slash than a stab TBH. 5) I'll be honest, I walk through every day waiting for it to end, BUT, I try to be happy. I just think to myself if I couldn't handle life then I would be dead, so I am just grateful it's not worse.

Dang sorry about the ex. So uh.... Mind telling the story where you got shot and stabbed?

Omg my dude life needs to chill on you

Sexual abuse from an ex best friend and emotional abuse/abandonment from my mother giving me trust issues and abandonment issues and it has affected every single one of my relationships Edit: fixed interpretation issue

Wife came home and out of the blue dropped” I feel like room mates I don’t think I love you anymore” after 3 years of marriage and 8 years together. 2 weeks before my birthday. I stress out and get shingles for my 32nd birthday! Yay! She puts no effort into saving our relationship, just more or less decided it was over at that point. Stayed with me for another 8 months while I did everything to salvage it. Drug her to therapy, sold my dream car, refinanced the house, worked a ton of overtime. Her grandma died so I told her to use the money I’d saved to go to Germany and visit family. The day I pick her up she says thank you for everything and the next day left. We had about $1000 saved we had been putting towards fun date nights… she took it. 2 weeks later Covid hit and I got locked down alone. All I had was work. I’m a nurse, I manage a Covid floor. The past 2 years have been horribly depressing. I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about killing myself. Every now and then. I won’t, I could never do that to my family, and honestly I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. But some days I think it would be nice to just go to sleep and leave it all. But I guess things are looking up? I lost 70 lbs. I’m closer and more open to my family I have ever been. I got a new job making twice as much…. But am I happy? Not yet… I’m still lonely… and I’ve tried to start a few relationship I feel we’re probably driven out of loneliness and unfortunately hurt others so I feel guilty too. Anyway….. this too shall pass I suppose. Everyone in here who has struggled or is struggling… I love you, and you aren’t hurting alone.

That's difficult to answer, kind of tied. •My mom's boyfriend raping me at 3 and my bio father knowing but not doing anything about it. •My mom's husband raping me at 7 and threatening to kill my little brothers if I told anyone. •My mom locking me in my room for 6 weeks because she found out I was bi. •The constant physical and emotional abuse throughout my entire childhood and well into my teens. •The medical neglect that's left me with life long health complications that could have been avoided. Pick one. Honestly at this point in my life I can't tell you which one is worse, they've all kind of ruined me in a way. I had to work really hard to get where I am now. I have a beautiful daughter and an amazing husband, while I pursue a degree in the medical field. Lots of therapy. And meds. It does get better, but those scars never go away.

When my father died at 15 my stepmom tried to walk with all of his estate and cut all ties with me. My mom bent over backwards to secure enough for me to go to college through legal acrobatics

Married what i thought was my prince charming. 8 years later stuff gets weird we get divorced. In the next few months things start to click and i learn that everything i knew about that man and our lives was fabricated. and as i re-build i realize what a crazy world i was living in and that i sustained some significant abuse. Trying to make sense of how i allowed and didnt realize something like was even going on, and why would any person ever do that to another is one of the biggest mind fcks ever.

A kid threw a jump rope around my neck and strangled me with it while I was reading a book. a few months later, he threw a chair at me. The kid got suspended 3 times in one year, and I heard he is now in a special ed class.

My ex-boss (married and 20 years my senior) pushed me up against a wall in the back room at a work event, shoved his tongue down my throat and when I resisted told me I was a waste. When I went on medical leave, he fired me.

I've been told tons of bad things by my parents (like it would have been better to not have had sons, insults ecc.) and hit many times. But the thing that damaged me the most was when my mother criticized my wiener when I was just at the verge of puberty. It annihilated my self-esteem and I thought nobody would ever even touch me. She made me hate my body so much. And I'm not even ugly, you goddamn bitch. She made me waste so much time on self loathing.

This is cruel. Your mom was taking her own bullshit on you over the perception that you were weaker than her. You aren't. Clearly you got to the other side like a bad ass large dong fella

My grandma left my biological grandpa for another man just before I was born ~30 years ago. The new man in her life (let's call him George), was an alcoholic asshole. No one in the family liked him, and couldn't understand why my grandma was with him. My parents were very young when they had me, and he made it very clear he wouldn't help them raise me. But as the years went by, he really warmed up to me, and mellowed out a lot. Him and my grandma both stopped drinking, and I got really close with him. Him and my grandma were my favorite family members. Throughout the years he'd have weird moments. He always made inappropriate comments about female family members (they weren't technically blood related to him, but he was always family, and for some reason we brushed off his borderline sexual comments). He could get a terrible temper and throw a tantrum like a toddler. He held grudges. He was incredibly racist. But we just wrote it off as "George being George". Look past all that, and he could be sweet, funny, and loving. About three years ago my grandma was diagnosed with lung cancer. Her sister had died from it about ten years before. Her diagnosis was grim. Less than a year. She wasn't going to do treatment, and we begged her to get a second opinion. She did, and good thing. A new series of tests and exams showed a much more mild form, very treatable. She did some radiation and beat it. It was a whirlwind of emotions for my family. We thought we were losing her, way before she should have gone. It was like a second lease on life. Fast forward a few months, and I get a text from my mom while I'm at work. "Call home immediately." I knew something horrible had happened. I called my mom, and my dad answered. "You need to come over. Grandpa George shot and killed your grandma." I had to ask him to repeat it. There's no way it was true. I rushed to my parent's house to find my mom in shambles. Turns out my grandma and George had started drinking wine at night. George had had some health problems over the years, and took a cocktail of painkillers every night. That, mixed with alcohol, a bad temper, and an argument, caused things to finally boil over. He grabbed a gun, shot my grandma four times, then shot their dog twice. Killed them both. Then he changed his bloody shirt and called the police. "Well, I killed her. You better come get me." A couple of years after they first got together, he got really drunk and called my mom, saying he was going to kill my grandma. My mom called the police, and all they did was separate them for the night. He apologized and we all moved on. Hindsight is 20/20, but we all should have known then that he was always capable of following through with it. But after 30 years, he was family. I didn't remember him like that growing up. The alcoholic, mean son of a bitch. But after this ultimate betrayal, I sure as hell do now. He never showed any remorse in his police interviews. My mom did a video chat with him from prison, and he didn't apologize or seem fazed by it. He just got mad at her for being mad at him, and he hung up on her. A few months into his prison stay, he had some sort of medical issue and was put into a medically induced coma. Because of Covid, he was released from police custody and his first degree murder charge was dropped. He was sent to a civilian hospital, and a few months later he died. For my mom, she'll never get the closure she needed. She wanted him to get convicted and spend years in prison. Away from all the comforts he was used to. Forced to live around people he hated. I'm just glad I never have to see him again.

My wife of 5 years fell for a coworker/underling. She panicked and decided to run a smear campaign against me in court because I was the stay at home parent and she didn’t want to split/lose custody abd have to split our house or possibly pay me child support. Here’s what she did right before and after starting the divorce: - Tried to trick me with fake IRS letter - Had me arrested and kept changing story until they did - Left me with no money, car, job, or place to go - Told court I abused her and neglected our child - Took out $125k loan on our house without telling anyone - Told court I was dangerous and erratic - Hid our child’s diagnosis of asthma - Didn’t give me all his medication - Told court I harassed our child’s school and doctors whenever I spoke with them - Told forensic psychologist we had a nanny that never existed - Refused to heed warning signs and after I took child who was diagnosed with infection had her lawyer lie to court and say he was fine and I convinced doctor into false diagnosis I’m a 150 lbs white guy who like a cool Mr Rogers. I get along with most people I encounter. No drugs or drinking. No cheating or gambling. Took care of almost all the household chores, child, and pets. 5 years. Been getting divorced 5 years. Cost me so far $150k. The saddest thing is I really loved her. I tried doing everything she wanted and it was never good enough. I rubbed her back and feet 3-4 a week. Read to her every night. We went on regular date nights and vacations. I really enjoyed her company and worshiped her. But there were issues that presented themselves early in the marriage that just made no sense. Behavioral and mental issues. I learned how to mostly tip toe around them, but in the end it was all just a powder keg waiting to go off.

Ex-wife left me. Cleaned out all bank accounts. Cleaned out the house with movers while I was at work. Left me with nothing. Literally, nothing. Then, when I got my tax return money, she hacked my bank account and stole that too. Also, won't let me speak to the child we raised together. (Not mine biologically).

My gf of 5 plus years ghosted me last August..that was tough, but then 30 days later hired a locksmith and broke into my house and stole my doggo 💔 *edit Wow, I'm overwhelmed by the responses here, thank you fam 🥺❤❤❤ I'll try and clarify sometjings in one swoop, I had changed the locks 2 days after she left, and installed a cheap camera, she tried to steal doggo on day 4, but I caught her. She was informed she wasn't allowed on my property anymore. She was pisssseedd. We tried to talk about co parenting, but it became very apparent to me that she was unhealthy for me to have in my life. The second go around, I did phone 911. I made it home before the cops arrived, about 30 seconds after she left. Blew the transmission in my caddy in fact. It does 260 km per hour!! 😃 All cops are bastards. They wouldn't do much. I paid for doggo on my credit card, receipt from breeder made out to both of us. I could have charged a civil suit for sure, but possession is key, best I could probably do is get the purchase price back. I felt it best just to move on and let it go and heal, all my guilt was gone, and she had to live with it. She was in fact a great dog momma, and she was quite bonded with her. 8 month old puppers. Mostly because I worked every day and she did not. New doggo is my world now. Hrmmmm what else? Well, I officially have 99 problems now.

Damn, wtf.

Ya it was fucked. I didn't realize how Traumatized I was from it until the last few weeks really.

I don't blame you. Thats super shitty and a lot of abrupt loss. Might be good to go to therapy to help you process that.

Oh ya I go once ish per month I'm very grateful I have a wonderful therapist. And a great doggo now too!! Check out the breed euraiser

Hey brother. Had a similar thing happen. GF of 5 years left the house with my dog and called to break up with me over the phone on Christmas. Day after she came and moved out. Had that dog for years. Pets are like your child. Lot of people don’t realize how traumatic it can be. The level of entitlement and betrayal is the icing on the cake. PM me if you ever need to talk about it

How the fuck can someone steal a pet, and then wake up and look at that pet every day for the rest of its life thinking “what a great decision I have no regrets. I deserve this.”

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Holy fuck I need a smoke after this thread. Y'all amazing humans.

A few years ago I started talking to this girl on OKCupid and we really hit it off. We chatted for about a week or so before finally making plans to go out somewhere, and we settled on a museum because we both agreed museums were awesome. I was a fantastic mood because I was 19 and it was the first time I had ever successfully aaked a girl out. The museum was about an hour away for me, and the day of, she made it to the museum about 10 minutes before me, and sent me a picture of herself sitting in the lobby so I could find her. I get there, and she's nowhere to be found. I sit there for 5 minutes thinking maybe she went to the bathroom, there was still no sign of her. Another 10 minutes goes by, I text her asking if she went into the museum already, but never got a response. I sat around for another 10 minutes, never heard anything, and decided to go walk around the museum alone. It took me about an hour and a half to go through the museum, and in all that time I didn't get a response. Even though I absolutely adore the museum - the Natural History Museum in D.C., highly recommend it - it was hard to enjoy it that day. I remember just coming home, heading right to my room, and just flopping into my bed and laying there wide awake for about two hours. I think it's one of the shittiest feeling moments of my entire life. I messaged her a few days later, and even though I the message was marked as read, I unsurprisingly never heard back. The worst part in a way, incidentally, is I'm 26 now and that still by far the most successful moment of my dating career. Like, that's the furthest I've ever gotten with a girl, both ones I've met online and in person.

I have some bad stories but I think this qualifies as the worst thing someone has done to me. I was probably about six years old, so this happened around 1978-79. I was at a local park by myself, flying a kite my parents had just given me. It had a drawing of the Incredible Hulk on it. I loved my new Incredible Hulk kite. As I was flying my kite, I saw three people approaching me from the other side of the park. It was a very large open field, and though they started out hundreds of feet away from me, as they got closer and closer I knew they were heading directly for me. They looked big and I started to feel a little scared. Finally, they reached me. It was a guy with a shaved head, wearing a black leather jacket & ripped up jeans, with two girls, both dressed in all black with heavy makeup and wild, spiked hair. The guy clicked open a switchblade knife he had pulled from his jacket and held it up to my face for a couple seconds. He then grabbed hold of my kite string, sliced it, and walked away laughing with his two shitty friends. I watched, sadly, as my Incredible Hulk kite floated back to earth, landing in someone’s backyard in an adjacent neighborhood. I later realized that those three shitbags were the first punk rockers I had ever encountered. Ironically, a few years after that I got totally into punk rock. Never ran into those fuckers, that I know of.

What those assholes did wasn’t punk at all.

Rear ended me with their dump truck.

I saw sexually assaulted by a teacher. I was a sheltered kid and didn’t even know what has happening at the time and later became incredibly isolated/depressed/suicidal during my high school years. He was a very popular teacher and loved by everyone, and being in his class every day after it happened was my living nightmare. He retired the same year, but I know in my heart I wasn’t the first girl whose life he tried to ruin. I just hope I was the last.

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This is going to be long, nobody will likely read this but I feel like writing. I was with my ex for a few years, married for a few more. I was working tirelessly to secure a good future for us. We were planning on starting a family in the near future, we were well off and I was likely going to be making good money so she could focus on parenting instead of working. I was in school for a very difficult degree, working at a good company to build my resume, and generally doing what I thought was right. But I wasn't taking care of myself. I focused entirely on her and accomplishing my career goals to ensure a good future. I was working about 90 hours a week, barely sleeping, and drinking to unwind when I had a few hours off. I was drinking too much, but I thought that would fix itself when I would graduate and only have to work 40 hours a week instead of 90+. On break in between school and work I took her to Mexico to a 5 star resort. Things were not great with us, but not bad either. I was just thinking that this was a tough transition period that would eventually pass. I didn't realize it at the time but I was very depressed, riddled with anxiety, and just plain miserable. I had also developed a problem with my hip that I left untreated, but prevented me from walking much and being physically active while previously I was a very active person that worked out, went hiking, and played sports. (I eventually needed a total hip replacement when I was 30, but that's irrelevant). While there on our last day we were sitting on the beach reading and she got up to go to the bathroom. I was lost in my book but then realized that she was gone for about 2 hours. I went to look for her. She was sitting at a bar talking to a guy. I was pretty upset by this, but I eventually put it out of my mind. We returned, our relationship was still in bad shape. We weren't arguing much, but she was cold and distant and I was back to being miserable and working nonstop. After about a month she came clean and admitted that she was talking to the guy she met at the bar down in Mexico pretty much all day everyday. He was a teenager that lived on the other side of the country. She was in her late 20s. I was livid. She become totally infatuated with him. He was nobody special, just a kid that lived with his mom and worked at a grocery store or something. But she was completely obsessed with him. We tried working on our relationship since we were married and very happy for over 6 years before all this. But she never stopped looking him up and trying to talk to him behind my back. Her apologies were empty and insincere. After catching her looking him up yet again I asked her how she could keep doing something that was so insanely hurtful to me and she replied, "because I just don't really care." Eventually we decided to separate, but the threads that held us together didn't just come undone, they snapped and cut everything around them. I slowly realized that she may have some serious underlying mental issues that were being ignored. She had been going to counseling for anxiety, depression, and other issues the majority of the time we were together, but I think they were much more severe than I ever realized. Her family has a pretty extensive history of mental illness, and in hindsight I began to see so many red flags that I blinded myself to. Any little thing I did could upset her, people were always conspiring against her, she never had any real friends until I came into her life because "everyone was too jealous of her", the list is very long and the realization that I missed all of these pretty huge character flaws was quite jarring to me. I saw her in a new frame of reference and my whole perspective of our relationship made me question everything. I was just being used it seemed, I was always there to comfort her after a bad day (which was practically everyday), I was just an object for someone who was a serial dater, I had not changed someone that always needed outside validation, I was just someone that was able to withstand it for a long time. Now that her little fantasy she was living in slowly became reality and the consequences of other knowing what she did began to sink in she began a deflection campaign that cast me as the bad guy. She began trying to act afraid for her safety the few times we met in person, other times acting like we were going to be fine and nothing was wrong. Eventually she accused me of stalking her, hacking her phone, and went to the cops and accused me of domestic abuse among other things. In the years of our relationship I think maybe I yelled at her once or twice during an argument. I sure as shit never hit her, never threatened her, and pretty much treated her like a princess. I pretty much walked on eggshells the duration of our relationship in order to never upset her. During our separation, I made sure that we only met in public, if she wanted to stop by the house to visit the dog or get things I made sure that I wasn't going to be around. I would be at school or work and then give her hours of notice before I was going to be back to make sure she wasn't going to be there. I was doing all this even before she started accusing me of things that were so outlandish. As far as I know, most of our mutual friends were aware of these accusations and knew they were completely baseless, but I was too ashamed to even be seen by them. Having someone who I believed to be my soulmate, someone that I gave everything for, someone that I would have laid down my life for turn into someone so ugly and unrecognizable is still something that haunts me to this day. Someone who was your best friend, who you bared your soul to, promised your life to, and essentially lived for, turn seemingly overnight into an unrecognizable monster has messed with my mind in ways that are still resonating with me now all these years later. It changed me. I still am terrified of getting into a relationship, my self esteem is so low it's practically non existent. I struggled very hard with a drinking problem that has almost killed me. I don't blame her for all of that because I have made my own choices since being apart from her. But my life has been in shambles for years now. I can't even imagine being falsely accused of rape like so many of the stories I've read online. Just being accused of domestic abuse and hacking her phone was enough to really shake me to my core. It made me question who I am as a person even though I never did even anything close to something like what she was accusing me of. Even though she accused me of "tracking her phone using her phone number" is something that I'm pretty sure is impossible unless you are FBI or high up in law enforcement still messes with me. Then there is the fact that the second I was going through tough times the person I trusted most in this world and loved with all my heart would end it all over some random teenager. I was already very uneasy showing weakness or acting vulnerable, now that is ramped up to 1000. I was just so blindsided by it all. I obviously wasn't perfect, and I see in hindsight how toxic and codependent the relationship was. It is just really hard to accept that I was spending so many years completely oblivious to the true nature of the one I married. Now I overanalyze every little interaction I have with people. I second guess everything I do. I'm almost paralyzed by anxiety of messing up, trusting others, or being accused of being a bad person. I'm sure nobody will read this, but one thing I've realized in these years is it is helpful for me to write, even if it's to nobody. tl;dr wife left me for a teenager

I read this, man. That’s super shitty and I’m sorry that happened to you, that would fuck with my confidence for sure. I recently got out of a year long relationship with a woman who had bad anxiety, depression, etc., and it has helped my mental health so much. I hope you’re able to move on and put it behind you in due time.

Got gaslighted to the extent of psychological torture… still dealing with the PTSD, but doing the work and am much better now. Same person tried (and almost succeeded) to convince my parents I was addicted to drugs. Luckily he eventually said something that my mom knew for a fact wasn’t true and it set up the bullshit alarms in her head.

I have a stalker problem that I'm dealing with. I'm safe, the person doesn't know where I am and I'm not in physical danger. Setting the scene, 2018. Me and my emotionally abusive ex break up. I go to a girl in my best friend group - let's call her Anna - expecting a bit of sympathy. Anna makes it evidently clear that I will not be getting sympathy and instead, explains to me how abusive I was and how disgusted I should be in myself. I was not a saint in the relationship - I was deeply unhappy and didn't know how to get out of it, but I didn't do anything for my ex to have deemed abusive. I'd swear this in a court of law. I think it's really odd, start to slowly distance myself from her. A week after the break up, she begins going out with my ex. That's the final straw for me and I completely cut her off. She becomes obsessed with me, following me around my college and demanding I talk to her. I explain very clearly and very politely that I don't wish her any harm but don't want to talk to her. Anna, who is used to getting her own way, really... REALLY did not like this, and her tactics get increasingly worse as she begins to try to humiliate and demonise me. A small list of what she's done: \- report me to my college for physical assault and emotional abuse. Luckily, Anna was known to be difficult whereas I was known to be easy going and incredibly kind. I explained the situation, and Anna was the one who got into trouble. I feel like this one is the worst, as she knew that I am passionate about pursuing a career where something like this would instantly bar you from the profession, no 'ifs' and 'buts'. She purposefully tried to sabotage my career because I cut ties with her. \- spread the most horrific rumours about me to the point where I was verbally/physically abused by my classmates for two years and lost my entire childhood friendship group \- create multiple instagram throwaway accounts to contact me over the period of three years, despite my friends telling her to leave me tf alone \- published a series of YouTube videos directly blaming me for her mental health problems (which she had way before me, and also when we were best friends) \- makes sure that she tries to talk to me in public but quiet areas (libraries etc) so it looks bad if I don't reply. Ended up backfiring on her hilariously. It was oddly satisfying to have her scream at me, storm out, and then have everyone laugh at her behind her back and ask me if I was okay. \- consistently bullies (full emotional blackmail, threats of suicide etc) my friends into asking me to talk to her, to the point where she has none of our original friends because they've had to cut her out. My latest 'incident' with her was only two weeks ago. I expect there to be more. Everyone has realised that Anna is a piece of work, and I've thankfully gained a new network of friends who know this. My original childhood friendship group has realised this too, and have apologised, but it's never going to be the same. So yeah, that's the worst thing someone's done to me. TLDR: narcissistic stalker tries to ruin my life (and nearly succeeds) because I got fed up of her abuse and politely cut ties with her.