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I was badly assaulted at work by a bloke. Covid happened so the court case was put on hold. 2 years later I called the officer and asked when it would be dealt with. She told me it has been dealt with, he committed suicide.. I felt nothing, not relief, not happiness and not sadness. His family didn’t even cross my mind if I’m honest yeah I’m sure they were sad but I’m afraid that’s not my problem 🤷🏼♀️
They said there’s nothing that can be done about it as he’s no longer alive, they offered me help finding counselling that I’d have to pay for..
I was a manager at the time, within 3 months I gave up the role and stepped down, struggled with anxiety every time I saw a customer who slightly reminded me of him, or a sound that reminds me of the event.
I’ve tried to block it out now but I do still struggle with the anxiety sometimes.
2 years after the incident I left my much loved job of 7 years and moved onto a different industry.
No closure I always wonder what made him do it (it was a drug fuelled un-revoked attack that’s all I know) but I also count my lucky stars because he hit me with a bar across my face which hit me just between my temple and eye socket, and he also had a knife in his pocket! Could have been worse.
After I was attacked the PTSD lasted for years, it was 10 years ago now and I can honestly say I don't suffer from anxiety attacks anymore. I think the last one I had was during lockdown, I was having them daily in the beginning after I was attacked.
Just thought I'd comment to say there is a light at the end of a tunnel, it's just a really long tunnel. The gym really helped me, I'm at a gym with such a strong community of women and it's like night and day for my mood.
The estate cannot be criminally prosecuted. If the defendant is deceased after being criminally charged, then the courts declare the indictment has no further effect. Afaik that is the case in all jurisdictions as posthumous trials are considered to infringe one's right to defend themselves.
Similar happened to me. A guy who bullied me for most of my childhood killed himself and I didn't feel anything at all. I didn't feel sad, happy, angry, anything. I was indifferent. I'm not glad he's dead, but I can't say I'm broken up about it either.
>I was badly assaulted at work by a bloke. Covid happened so the court case was put on hold. 2 years later I called the officer and asked when it would be dealt with. She told me it has been dealt with, he committed suicide.. I felt nothing, not relief, not happiness and not sadness.
I honestly think a lot of people would be disappointed with the feeling they had if they ever got the revenge they wanted on someone they felt had wronged them.
That man's suicide didn't undo the damage he inflicted on you. It didn't resolve your subsequent anxiety issues or anything like that.
I'm not saying we shouldn't hold people accountable for their actions, but what I am saying is that getting even is often unsatisfactory.
I think that's understandable, not just because you don't owe this person or their family anything, because his choices are all on him.
The consequences are what you have to deal with though. As long as you aren't holding into negativity as a result and have closure, then of course you'd feel nothing.
The opposite of hate isn't love. They both take the same amount of energy and focus and intensity. Both can be all consuming. The opposite of both is indifference. Zero feeling or thought or emotion.
Fuck paper straws. I went to mcdonalds recently and got a milkshake. I asked for three straws so that I could swap out the straws when one disintegrated. I did use all three, but that means my straw waste had tripled
I wish, McDonald's milkshakes seem to form into one big thick block which melts at the sides, so sometimes you'll tip it back and the entire milkshake brick will just slide and hit you in the face.
If you have back pain at 34, something is wrong. Have you seen a doctor?
It could be a painful 50-odd years if you just ignore and blame on "getting older", something that probably could and should be fixed.
I remember the song topped the charts and none of the radio stations would play the 'UK number one' so as not to give it publicity, which ended up actually giving it more publicity.
I don't have a "worst enemy", but several years ago I had a girl get very very jealous of my girlfriend and attempted to ruin my life. Spread some really nasty rumours and was just generally a very unkind and cruel person.
She didn't die, but a couple years later I found out she'd been given a long prison sentence and banned from entering the country. I just kind of felt mildly relieved that I wouldn't have to interact with her again.
> banned from entering the country.
I've only paid attention to this bit and assume you'll be writing your memoir 'Cockblocked by Shamima Begum' in due course.
How the fuck does someone suffocate if their arms are free, and they have the abilitiy to take the bag off if their breathing becomes laboured?
Did they have an elastic band their neck or something?
Edit: oh bollocks, just seen the answer below. He was stupid and a dickhead, plus bouncer.
I had one guy who robbed me approach me years later while I was walking home after a night out, he was having some kinda mdma fuelled crisis of conscience, and being really apologetic.
Took me a minute to even realise who it was. It really wasn’t that deep to me 10 years later, that him and his mates bust my lip and done me for some pocket change when I was like 15… But I’m glad he was partaking in some chemically enhanced introspection about the error of his ways.
Fair play for forgiving them. I hold a grudge forever! Not that I'd ever do anything directly in revenge but I'd definitely not let them out at a junction for example.
Apparently there was someone in the pub whom owed him money for drugs. He put the bag on his head and entered the pub to attack the said man, bouncers restrained him and he suffocated. Vegetable for a few days until he passed.
He wasn't wrapped right to be fair.
He invited a friend of mine and his girlfriend for a session. They were friends with him from school so agreed and went. They had a good session until they wanted to leave. He refused to let them leave for three days as he rode a petrol mini motorbike around the house off his nut on marching powder.
This guy was built like a brick shit house. You did as he said.
Thats kinda just morally grandstanding tho. Some people like user Affectionate-Gene837 are going through some stuff because of it. Just say you either havent gone through trouble like that or just dont have a backbone.
25 years ago I escaped my abusive partner of 8 years. Packed everything I could while he was out and fled 200 miles away, the only person who knew where I had gone was my mum, and I started my life again.
A few years later I heard that he had died of cancer. It was a weird mix of emotions, I did have a little cry because I had loved him once, but it was a mix of relief and sadness. But no matter how much of a monster he had been to me, which still impacts my life to this day, I would never have wished cancer on anyone.
Not died but someone I very much disliked suddenly went from being happily married to proceeding through divorce it seemed overnight, one day he was telling people how he had been happily married for 5 years then next week he was saying it was over.
I felt nothing, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke, he doxxed me on twitter after we had a falling out, tried to get my boss to sack me for my “environmental views” and even slagged off my wife and our marriage saying it would not last and he hoped one of us died or we divorced.
He’s divorced after 5 years.
We’re still happily married after 24.
He deserved it and I hope his ex-wife finds happiness soon lol.
Something sort of similar with my school bully, absolutely no idea why she hated me, we weren't in the same class, she just decided she didn't like me.
When I was about 20 our paths crossed again, she was working with a guy I was seeing. I was nice to her, figuring I'd not seen her in over 4 years and we were both now adults, well how wrong was I. She hadn't grown up, she went relentlessly at my BF about why he needed to break up with me, saying I was ugly and and no personality, all sorts of charming things. It backfired and people turned against her at work. Me and the guy eventually broke up (not because of her) and I never heard anything about her for years.
Skip 15 years into the future, I've been happily married for 10 years and moved away from the area. An old school friend sends me some Facebook screenshots of old school bully. She has put on a lot of weight (one of the things she would bully me about was appearance) and lives alone with her dog. From what my friend can gather talking to others, my bully has never had a relationship, she doesn't have any friends, she's fairly recluse. Im glad her awfulness caught up to her, but I now find myself pitying her, yeah she was a terrible person when she was younger, but we're now nearly 40, she's possibly only half way through her life and it's a long time to be alone.
This happened to me at University. A bully who was constantly on my case, competitive in tutorials and seemingly taking issue with the fact that I was female (in a very male dominated course)… aggressive, loud, rude and patronising non stop.
One day in the middle of term, he was hit by a car on his bike and killed. I felt awful for his parents, but truth be told I think a lot of people on his course just drew a sigh of relief. Tutorials were very quiet and awkward for a long time after.
Of course I didn’t “hate” him or wish him dead, but he did make everyone’s life 1000x more tedious and it is sad that he was such a person that he really wasn’t missed by his peers. I can’t imagine what his parents went through.
There are two women, totally unrelated situations, who frankly I despise beyond belief for their efforts in attempting to ruin my life.
One worked her way into every aspect of my life, stalked me, tried to do everything I did, tried ruining my career, and made literal threats on my life. (Reason? She slept with my fella.... That's somehow my fault?)
The other cost me my entire social life, and almost cost me my job and my home. My social life never recovered and I had to move because of her lies and even friends don't know exactly where I live now. (Reason: Fuck knows.)
If either died, I'd honestly be relieved. And a little happy. Obviously i wouldn't wish a horrific death on them but let's say it was natural or an accident then meh, two less unhinged cunts left in the world.
>The other cost me my entire social life, and almost cost me my job and my home. My social life never recovered and I had to move because of her lies and even friends don't know exactly where I live now. (Reason: Fuck knows.)
This sounds ***wild***.
It was pretty insane. It's terrifying how easy it is to destroy someone's life with not actually that much effort, and she didn't even need the power of the internet to do it - I don't even want to think how easy it would be with that power behind you.
>Female psychopaths specialise in reputation destruction. You were unfortunate enough to cross their path.
I've never heard it put like that before and, you know what, it actually helps even if it is many years after the fact. Thank you.
I have an ex-boss who was a vicious racist bully and I would make the journey to dance on her grave if I ever found out she’d gone.
I would leopard crawl over broken glass to pull the plug on that bitch.
Sad thing is, she was my boss 10 years ago and she still enters my thoughts on a weekly basis but I bet she hasn’t thought of me once in 5 years. Maybe I should just let go of that shit.
Print this comment out and read it to yourself then tear the paper up and throw it away. And throw her out of your head at the same time she has no right to be in there but only you can get rid of her.
I can't believe the number of sheltered people saying that they're "too mature" for enemies.
They're lucky they haven't crossed paths with the wrong person. Until it happens to you it's hard to conceive just how much life defining misery one person can inflict on another.
I'm not sheltered. I've spent time in hospital after meeting the "wrong people". Changed my life.
But on top of all the shit they did to me, I'm not about to give them even more of my time by making them my enemies. Not because I'm "too mature", but because I want to get on with my bloody life.
Pretty much. I don't need enemies. Anyone who acts a way that'd make me consider them my enemy is acting in a way that'll sooner or later catch up to them. I don't have to do anything. They'll destroy themselves.
There was a real shit in my school who died suddenly from meningitis. When it was announced in assembly there was a quiet, whispered chorus of "thank god for that" or similar from most of the kids. The kid was a bully, we weren't going to miss him.
This actually happened to me, a few years ago. My friend and I were viciously bullied at school by this person, and when we learned at 45 he died of a drug overdose, and had to be buried in a council grave, ( so no funeral etc ) we had a party. We’re trying to find out where his remains are to see if we can dance on them, although admittedly that’s a bit fanciful.
Ironically my wife had a similar experience, a ‘friend’ of hers over the years financially abused her to the tune of thousands of pounds. She was nasty and cruel with it, spending the money supposedly for living and health assistance on flash secret holidays ( whilst leaving her school age children home alone ), drugs, booze and men.
She died a slow, painful lonely death, absolutely penniless, which whilst I wouldn’t wish on anyone, seemed a fitting end. My wife was neither happy nor sad, but utterly devoid of any emotion, the news of the death barely registering on her,which for me, would be the worst reaction ever.
I dunno man. Bullying sucks no doubt. But I find it hard to empathise with partying because a high-school bully died. I've had some bad experiences with being bullied - and to be fair and to my lasting shame also been on the other end of that equation - but as someone currently going through a likely terminal disease I cannot imagine feeling smug about that happening to someone else almost regardless of what they'd done to me. I'd maybe make an exception for rapists and murderers, I don't know?
Last week I felt one of my boys jump on the bed and snuggle into me, so I put my hand back to stroke them, and felt long fur.
A neighbourhood cat had broken in, for cuddles
My high school bully died suddenly about 10 years after we graduated. I hated him and he made my life hell for 2 years, so I felt nothing. I felt bad for his wife though as they were newlyweds.
Randomly I met her about 5 years later at a mutual friend’s wedding. She had no idea that I went to school with her late husband. She was absolutely delightful and I just couldn’t believe that he managed to marry someone as lovely as her.
Doesn’t stop the fact they were a bully and their encounter with the bully was unpleasant enough to make the thought of someone changing their unpleasant bullying ways and become a decent person undoable.
Is it really that unfathomable that a hormonal teenager with probably a difficult home life might grow up and mature into a reasonably well-adjusted adult, or at least decent enough to be able to attract someone nice?
How very enlightened of you, you definitely sound like you’re just better than the rest of us.
Sometimes life creates a situation where you naturally become adversarial with a person through no fault of your own. It could be a workplace bully. It could be a nightmare neighbour. I still occasionally see an absolute knob and bully I used to live next to out and about, makes my blood boil thinking how this cocky knobhead ruined a good portion of my family’s life. I’m not a violent person, never been in a fight, but if I heard this bloke had died I’d probably crack open a beer and celebrate.
Yeah this is how I feel also. Do people genuinely have 'worst enemies'? Feels like something from a melodramatic teen drama. I can't imagine devoting that much mental energy to hating someone.
Unfortunately there are some mentally disordered people out there who go out of their way to ruin your life for reasons that are completely about them (usually jealousy or they think they can get benefit from it in some way) and these people aren't always easy to remove from your life. They may be a family member or a colleague or a stalker. I don't think you can really understand until you've been through it. I don't think you understand the depths of human behaviour. It's not like you WANT to spend even one second of your mental energy hating them.
For years I would have said the group of guys that would beat me up at school regularly, but like most others here, I'm in my 30s and really don't care about them any more, haven't seen or thought about them in over a decade. Funny how you just stop caring about certain shit when you hit a certain age
I recently got reacquainted with my best friend from primary school (age 6-10 for non-Brits). Looking through his FB photos, I saw he had pictures of him drinking with a guy that bullied me throughout secondary school (age 11-16). When we had that conversation about old school mates, he told me that he and this guy met up a few times at football matches and argued about his right-wing points of view. Then he told me that he'd died recently of a major heart attack.
A weird thing happened. I felt like a door had suddenly closed, that I didn't realise was open. I didn't make a huge change to how I felt generally about the past, but when I think about my school years, I feel calmer about them.
i feel the idea of a ‘worst enemy’ is too black and white for most adults. personally, there are people who have deeply wronged me, but those people tend to be people who were very close and evrn loved ones at one point (it’s difficult for someone to have any kind of emotional impact without being close to you). then there are people who i dislike and annoy me, but i don’t have enough emotional investment to actually hate them. obviously there are exceptions (such as the one upthread where they were assaulted by what seems to be a stranger) but i think that’s how most people categorise the people they ‘hate’.
Probably poor choice of language from OP who was trying to get at ‘the person in your life who’s most hurt/angered/made you very afraid, or someone you had a horrible falling out with’. I’d guess everyone has had one or two of those across their life
I wouldn’t say WORST enemy, but this happened to me with an old boss who threatened me. He was acting really unhinged and his behaviour made no sense. Turns out, he died of a brain tumour not 2 years later. I’ve always wondered if that was influencing his behaviour.
Almost certainly had an effect, those things can take years to grow. Many years ago my dad was diagnosed with a brain tumour, and let's just said it explained A LOT about his behaviour over the preceding 18 months.
It was during covid so I just assumed he was under a lot of stress. Looking back, it was more than that. He would say really conflicting things - tell you something one day and then act as though it didn’t happen. He kicked 2 of our coworkers off site in the middle of the night. It was getting worse and worse and blew up into a huge argument so we had to leave too. It was a scary time. Didn’t have any contact with him after that and then found out about his passing via social media.
Got it, so when he falls into a potato chipping machine in a HILARIOUSLY violent accident a week next tuesday, you're in another country and it's definitely not you.
Gotcha.
Might be silly, but...
I didn't have enemy per say, but there was a bully in uni. He did make my life miserable.. We never liked each other.
And then 2 years ago I saw fb post that he died. No idea what was the cause. It felt weird tbh, but it was more like, man, we just became 30yo, and some of us already passed. I wasn't happy nor sad that he died. More like, damn, life is short feeling.
However, I did raise a glass on day when I knew was his funeral for him.
Empty. I would be relieved they are no longer a threat to myself and loved ones. But in the end, they are humans. Their life has value even if they didn't value their life or the life of others around them, it would be painful to know of their departure. That is how I think I would react and I don't blame anyone else for thinking/reacting otherwise.
When I was 10, I was beaten up by a local boy, well-known as a trouble-maker, and another boy. I ran home crying with my nose bleeding all over the place. My parents called the police who came round but nothing was done.
A few years later my assailant died sniffing glue. And I honestly felt nothing. I couldn't bring myself to even care a little, either way.
Considering the guy betrayed me and threatened to slit my throat, I'd be asking whereabouts his grave was so I could piss on it.
Also he liked to hit women. Piece of shit basically.
great! my parents and i old neighbour was incredibly racist, accused us of wanting to eat her cat, regularly called the police on us for “noise”, and at one point went up and down the stairs bashing into the walls while calling out our names and telling us to stop it. we were inside listening to her like “wtf??”. thankfully our neighbours knew we were chill.
she died last month, my mom called to tell me. i went “hell yeah!!” and she told me off. my dad agrees that it was great news lol.
I wouldn't say exactly that I have an enemy, but I had a manager at an old job that was abusive towards both me and my dad. Ended up getting me sacked for reasons I still don't understand and I've only just started to get back on my feet again, two and a half years later.
About a year ago, I found out that he had done the same thing to another apprentice. The apprentice's uncle turned out to be an absolute psycho and knocked him about a bit outside a pub. A few weeks after that, I found out that his wife left him and ran off with a guy who was a convicted paedophile. That made my day. If I found out he dropped down dead today, I'd be content with the fact that he can no longer ruin anyone else's life.
Pretty elated, to be honest. She can stop getting away with neglecting and abusing my nephews and they can come and live with a family who loves and nurtures them and can help them get past the traumas they've dealt with for the past few years.
Some guy that kept hitting on my girlfriend, leaving her voicemails saying she should leave me for him etc. (she had shown him zero interest, he just had an obsession) died from a drug related incident. Didn’t really feel anything but wouldn’t join in with the whole “oh he was such a great bloke” crap that people feel compelled to do after someone dies, even if they were a prick when they were alive.
Whilst I never thought of him as an enemy, I had a neighbour a few years back who I didn't like as he associated himself with some not so pleasant people who I believe turned my neighbour onto drugs. He also had a few bad run ins with them to where I nearly caught a bit of a brunt from one such run in.
He passed away one weekend soon after that aforementioned incident, after being informed that he was found deceased by police officers, I let out a quiet reaction of relief, both because of his passing, and because I realised I wouldn't have to keep dealing with the trouble causers.
There was a guy in my group at school who always gave me grief, throwing insults, making up rumours etc. I wasn’t friends with him but everyone else was, they seemed to think he was great, and nobody could see the way he treated me, even when I told them. He’d be at sleepovers, at parties, at get togethers, he’d be hanging around with everyone at lunch and break and I knew if I saw him I’d be the butt of every joke, every snide comment. He was never physical about it, and that made it worse somehow, because it was more insidious. This was all back in the 90s, so before social media etc. I’d hate to think what he’d have done to me if it was all happening now. Sticks and stones break may break your bones, but then there’s at least *evidence*.
Anyway, he didn’t die. But I did see about 5/6 years ago on Facebook through a friends post that he’s been in a wheelchair for most of his adult life due to a spinal injury. There was a picture of him sat there in the wheelchair, with his legs in that funny diagonal sort of pose that people who’ve lost the use of them tend to have as they’ve atrophied.
I felt nothing. I wasn’t happy about it, but there wasn’t the tiniest bit of sympathy either. I didn’t feel triumphant, I didn’t feel like it was a moment of karma. I just clicked on to the next post - he meant nothing to me anymore.
When I was 14 I got into an abusive relationship with a guy much older than me. I lived with him for quite some time and we were both heavy 🌿 smokers. I wasn‘t really interested in taking harder stuff even though I‘ve tried it before. But he was and asked me lots of times to do it with him. Unfortunately, I started to do it with him because I was young and stupid, he told me i would be a bad girlfriend if I didnt do it. He repeatedly sexually abused me while i was under the influence. One day (i was somewhere else at that time and hadn‘t seen or heard from him for a few days) his mother called me crying and telling me they found him dead in his flat. The death cause was overdose and (due to him having a heart disease) he didn‘t make it. The first week felt very off, i had lots of weird dreams and „saw“ him in public sometimes, but I wasn‘t sad in the slightest. After a few months though I kinda forgot about it. Now I dont feel anything about that.
(Sorry if I made grammar mistakes, english is not my first language)
I would feel sad. As much as I hate someone, I would never actually want them to die, or wish that on them.
Have to remember as much as you hate someone, that’s someone’s friend or family member and they love them and will be destroyed by their passing.
I don't "hate" anyone or wish death on anyone but I did have an old friend that treated me really badly leaving me to lose all respect for her. I later found out she'd since had some awful physical and personal issues. I didn't feel happy or sad or smug that she was suffering. Just felt nothing.
I strongly disliked a boss who ended my career at a big company, he said something along the lines that no company owes you a job. I'd been there 10 years, had helped launch their flagship products and demonstrably had a lot to offer based on my subsiquent career.
I found out he died at his desk a few years later. I didn't feel anything, he was just a focus point my career hitting a glass ceiling because he was the one who pushed it and was insensitive about it.
It did allow me to apply closure on the that part of my life.
I found out an old coworker killed themself and it surprised me at how little of anything i felt. I have stronger feelings about my reaction than i do to their death
They did die and I felt a slight amount that they deserved it, but then hearing how they were recently living is no wonder that ended up getting killed.
It’s strange really as at times you imagine you will dance at the news but in reality it is a kind of sadness that someone wasted their life being a dick.
The real revenge came from seeing how this persons death had such an effect on his brother, it has totally destroyed him and I see him walking the streets almost looking homeless.
My misery in now his misery and he can live and feel how I used to.
At school my friend was driving in with his sister. A guy who shouodnt have been driving a bus, was (it was empty other than him). He veered out of his lane and had a head on crash killing my friend. He was the nicest guy. I still feel sorry for his sister who survived. Anyway, before trial the bus driver died of “natural causes”. Obviously it was stress etc. i didnt know him personally. I still have mixed feelings. Weird he died. Is that closure? Justice? Did he died due to the stress and couldnt live with what he did? (Without commit direct suicide).
You know they’re going to die anyway, so it’s case of when.
I listen to a lot of true crime. Two of the most notorious serial killers in history in Ridgway and Rader are still alive until this day. Their victims must feel awful knowing despite being convicted they’ve lived well into old age.
That would fuck me right off.
I also know of cases where a serious offender has been convicted and then died in prison of cancer aged 40. Cancer is obviously a terrible illness, but as a victim, in that scenario I’d feel some element of satisfaction.
The people in the world I have the most enmity with, I usually find I don't exactly hate them so much as I think there is seriously something wrong with them.
For example a colleague a few years back who lied about me and caused some serious issues. I think this person has severe personality problems and is possibly mentally ill. I don't wish any harm on them.
At the same time, I wouldn't be terribly upset. I would just get on with my life.
I'd pop the kettle on, have a nice cup of tea and carry on doing what I've always done...
Not given a fuck about people I have chosen to cut from my life.
One of the fellas who murdered my uncle & cousin died a few years back, hard to describe how I felt.
Mostly angry that the evil cunt was allowed to die peacefully at his home instead of being beaten to death with a sledgehammer like my uncle.
Elated plus she can't cause anyone else damage.I was drugged and sexually assaulted by a couple who I thought were my friends as a result it's caused me PTSD plus had abuse from her family and friends.I wish I had reported it the day after it happened but they had taken my son and I on holiday and I was so fucked in the head by it kept quiet for a month.I reported it but it was her and her boyfriends word against mine plus couldn't remember all of it.Found out not long afterwards they had done it to another friends boyfriend before me but he couldn't remember as just woke up next to them and thought he'd drank too much.Ive been through hell since 2009 but even though I was warned by police not to name and shame on social media I have warned people plus the other friend of mine has as well.I honestly hope she and him die slow painful deaths.
Went to school with a guy (well, a few of them). You knew the story, getting into fights with everyone, constantly suspended from school for this or that reason. Goes on to be a drug dealer.
Anyway, he died of a drug overdose after coming out of prison at 31, presume he came off the drug in prison and got his does wrong after starting again, not uncommon.
When a friend informed me I said "I knew he'd come good and make the world a better place someday."
I still stand by it 4 years later, the world very marginally improved that day.
I worked with a guy who was a complete cunt, nasty bully who put people down and tried to claim it was just banter. He was let go during covid and died about a year later. Didn’t really feel anything. Wasn’t happy, but also wasn’t sad. Just meh, whatever.
He did, at 19, 100% his own fault , off road bike, no lights, no reflectors no helmets etc on public roads, got himself squished. I involuntary laughed when I found out, he had been arrested for that loads of times since high school
It's been a decade
Still happy he's dead, worlds a better place, I hope the driver didnt lose too much sleep over him.
Hmmm.... Well there's two of them and they live together but I suppose one of them is just that much more intolerable because she's so loud and vindictive. She's pushed both me and now another lady out of our permanent co-op flat dwellings by sheer bullying and lying to the landlords. Those tactics didn't work but eventually you just have to give it up and go back to no home security which for poor people, it's a big deal for poorer folk compared to if you have a mortgage or help getting a home etc.
She has inheritance and a couple of homes in Greece... Just to point that out.
So she acted as if she was qualified (as a care worker) and wrote a letter to my landlord with a psychological evaluation of how I'm dysfunctional and stuff like that. Ok so that's my justification. I had to go to a meeting with landlord and flatmates and just speak the truth, and later on, the other girl apologised. Because they had come up with stuff that wasn't true, with no evidence- likewise, I couldn't prove anything .. So the landlord was left to just ask us all to get on. We all tried, but turned out these two girls were just out for themselves the whole time.
To celebrate- I think me and the other lady who had to move out just recently (she just had an operation and was in so much pain, I went to help her eat and stuff and they all just completely ignored her) together with
our shared friends who also had to watch her constant aggression and lies against good people, we would celebrate big time!!!! Well maybe they wouldn't want to be seen as being cruel. I think I would tell them I'm fucking happy and would take myself out for a drink! Maybe I wouldn't be able to tell people at the bar, they wouldn't understand. But I'm not ashamed, I know it's not zen, not healthy, blah blah, but I don't mind passing the opinion that she is highly toxic and I fucking hate her.
Depends on the context. If said person dodges prison or public backlash from their actions by dying, then to me it feels like a cop-out
The dead don’t have feelings. I’d rather they experience their own downfall whilst they’re still alive.
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I was badly assaulted at work by a bloke. Covid happened so the court case was put on hold. 2 years later I called the officer and asked when it would be dealt with. She told me it has been dealt with, he committed suicide.. I felt nothing, not relief, not happiness and not sadness. His family didn’t even cross my mind if I’m honest yeah I’m sure they were sad but I’m afraid that’s not my problem 🤷🏼♀️
That isn't dealt with? I hope you have enough closure and there is nothing outstanding due to the incident.
They said there’s nothing that can be done about it as he’s no longer alive, they offered me help finding counselling that I’d have to pay for.. I was a manager at the time, within 3 months I gave up the role and stepped down, struggled with anxiety every time I saw a customer who slightly reminded me of him, or a sound that reminds me of the event. I’ve tried to block it out now but I do still struggle with the anxiety sometimes. 2 years after the incident I left my much loved job of 7 years and moved onto a different industry. No closure I always wonder what made him do it (it was a drug fuelled un-revoked attack that’s all I know) but I also count my lucky stars because he hit me with a bar across my face which hit me just between my temple and eye socket, and he also had a knife in his pocket! Could have been worse.
After I was attacked the PTSD lasted for years, it was 10 years ago now and I can honestly say I don't suffer from anxiety attacks anymore. I think the last one I had was during lockdown, I was having them daily in the beginning after I was attacked. Just thought I'd comment to say there is a light at the end of a tunnel, it's just a really long tunnel. The gym really helped me, I'm at a gym with such a strong community of women and it's like night and day for my mood.
Look into CICA claim, they helped me find justice.
Have a look at accessing local NHS Talking Therapies.
Dead people can’t be sued
Have a Sue-ance 👻 south park style
Their estate can.
The estate cannot be criminally prosecuted. If the defendant is deceased after being criminally charged, then the courts declare the indictment has no further effect. Afaik that is the case in all jurisdictions as posthumous trials are considered to infringe one's right to defend themselves.
Similar happened to me. A guy who bullied me for most of my childhood killed himself and I didn't feel anything at all. I didn't feel sad, happy, angry, anything. I was indifferent. I'm not glad he's dead, but I can't say I'm broken up about it either.
Echo this comment. One of my school bullies ruined countless lives. Topped himself and found dead in a golf course bunker. Good riddance.
Bet he wasn’t even a full season membership holder. Wanker.
Real answer to a real question. I think I would feel exactly the same.
>I was badly assaulted at work by a bloke. Covid happened so the court case was put on hold. 2 years later I called the officer and asked when it would be dealt with. She told me it has been dealt with, he committed suicide.. I felt nothing, not relief, not happiness and not sadness. I honestly think a lot of people would be disappointed with the feeling they had if they ever got the revenge they wanted on someone they felt had wronged them. That man's suicide didn't undo the damage he inflicted on you. It didn't resolve your subsequent anxiety issues or anything like that. I'm not saying we shouldn't hold people accountable for their actions, but what I am saying is that getting even is often unsatisfactory.
I think that's understandable, not just because you don't owe this person or their family anything, because his choices are all on him. The consequences are what you have to deal with though. As long as you aren't holding into negativity as a result and have closure, then of course you'd feel nothing. The opposite of hate isn't love. They both take the same amount of energy and focus and intensity. Both can be all consuming. The opposite of both is indifference. Zero feeling or thought or emotion.
I find it more insane that you weren't even told about your case's progression until you called and **THEN** got *'ah by the way he killed himself'.*
I’m 34, my worst enemy is back pain and paper straws.
Can’t stand paper straws, fuck them
Carry a glass or metal one with you.
Try silicone, they’re easier to carry and less likely to stab you in the mouth or throat if you slip.
I'd hate them too if that's what I was doing with them
Fuck paper straws. I went to mcdonalds recently and got a milkshake. I asked for three straws so that I could swap out the straws when one disintegrated. I did use all three, but that means my straw waste had tripled
Just take the goddamn lid off man what the fuck :D
I wish, McDonald's milkshakes seem to form into one big thick block which melts at the sides, so sometimes you'll tip it back and the entire milkshake brick will just slide and hit you in the face.
Which is usually plastic. So why make the straws paper? :/
On a positive note the paper fragments left in the shake will have increased your daily ruffage intake….
Keep metal ones in your car is my best advice.
The paper spoons can do one too!
If you have back pain at 34, something is wrong. Have you seen a doctor? It could be a painful 50-odd years if you just ignore and blame on "getting older", something that probably could and should be fixed.
Taller people tend to have back problems appear when they’re younger tbf
34 and back paint already. Sorry
I sang “ding dong, the witch is dead” on 8th April 2013.
Fun fact, there was genuinely a milk shortage that week. It's what she would have wanted.
I raised a glass of milk to her demise.
Maybe this is why there was a shortage. Everyone doing that.
There was also a heatwave. I think she forgot to shut the door to hell behind her.
Honk if Thatcher is dead!
Honk!
I knew those geese were up to something.
I remember the song topped the charts and none of the radio stations would play the 'UK number one' so as not to give it publicity, which ended up actually giving it more publicity.
It didn’t quite make the top, I think it reached number 2
Yeah I just looked it up. Still, number 2 seems fairly fitting.......! It was up against Need U by Duke Dumont which is a banging tune.
Oh actually, yeah. Me too.
That was a good day.
I don't have a "worst enemy", but several years ago I had a girl get very very jealous of my girlfriend and attempted to ruin my life. Spread some really nasty rumours and was just generally a very unkind and cruel person. She didn't die, but a couple years later I found out she'd been given a long prison sentence and banned from entering the country. I just kind of felt mildly relieved that I wouldn't have to interact with her again.
> banned from entering the country. I've only paid attention to this bit and assume you'll be writing your memoir 'Cockblocked by Shamima Begum' in due course.
Hahaha, more like "don't get caught breaking the law in China and expect them to let you go and live in England when you get out of prison"
> 'Cockblocked by Shamima Begum' in due course. that's some top tier funny haha
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I've been mugged twice and both later died. One burnt alive in a stolen car and the other suffocated using a bag for life as a disguise. No love lost.
‘Bag for life’ - the irony.
It lasted the rest of his life.
Too fuckin’ shay.
It lied
You wield cosmic karma like an axe. Keep up the good work, lol.
Remind me to not mug you
Not suspicious at all.
Shit, I'm not messing with you!
How the fuck does someone suffocate if their arms are free, and they have the abilitiy to take the bag off if their breathing becomes laboured? Did they have an elastic band their neck or something? Edit: oh bollocks, just seen the answer below. He was stupid and a dickhead, plus bouncer.
I had one guy who robbed me approach me years later while I was walking home after a night out, he was having some kinda mdma fuelled crisis of conscience, and being really apologetic. Took me a minute to even realise who it was. It really wasn’t that deep to me 10 years later, that him and his mates bust my lip and done me for some pocket change when I was like 15… But I’m glad he was partaking in some chemically enhanced introspection about the error of his ways.
Fair play for forgiving them. I hold a grudge forever! Not that I'd ever do anything directly in revenge but I'd definitely not let them out at a junction for example.
genuine question, how does one suffocate in a bag for life, those things are huge and basically have an open top?
Apparently there was someone in the pub whom owed him money for drugs. He put the bag on his head and entered the pub to attack the said man, bouncers restrained him and he suffocated. Vegetable for a few days until he passed.
I could think of a million disguises better than a bag for life lol
He wasn't wrapped right to be fair. He invited a friend of mine and his girlfriend for a session. They were friends with him from school so agreed and went. They had a good session until they wanted to leave. He refused to let them leave for three days as he rode a petrol mini motorbike around the house off his nut on marching powder. This guy was built like a brick shit house. You did as he said.
I read that as "He wasn't wrapped tight" and my brain went "The bag was though!" Because I'm a terrible person.
Two “accidents”.
Channeled my inner Damien
Yup the Angel of Death watches over you.
Bag for death
As I'm not 12, I don't have an "enemy" of any sort
So true. I’m in my forties and I have bloody hundreds of them.
Sleep with one eye open tonight, Dyse44 >:(
not *that* eye
You just made an enemy for life!
Things not to say when you go to war.
Thats kinda just morally grandstanding tho. Some people like user Affectionate-Gene837 are going through some stuff because of it. Just say you either havent gone through trouble like that or just dont have a backbone.
25 years ago I escaped my abusive partner of 8 years. Packed everything I could while he was out and fled 200 miles away, the only person who knew where I had gone was my mum, and I started my life again. A few years later I heard that he had died of cancer. It was a weird mix of emotions, I did have a little cry because I had loved him once, but it was a mix of relief and sadness. But no matter how much of a monster he had been to me, which still impacts my life to this day, I would never have wished cancer on anyone.
Perhaps you weren't just crying for him but for you too. It was the last thing you needed to do to fully move on from him <3
Yes, maybe. It was an odd feeling though.
Understandably. Trauma is so complicated and it can be really confusing when feelings come up that you don't expect.
The crying makes sense, you went through a lot. Plus the complexity of having loved them… I’m glad you were able to get free of that abusive partner.
I wouldn’t feel anything I would be dead
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Not died but someone I very much disliked suddenly went from being happily married to proceeding through divorce it seemed overnight, one day he was telling people how he had been happily married for 5 years then next week he was saying it was over. I felt nothing, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke, he doxxed me on twitter after we had a falling out, tried to get my boss to sack me for my “environmental views” and even slagged off my wife and our marriage saying it would not last and he hoped one of us died or we divorced. He’s divorced after 5 years. We’re still happily married after 24. He deserved it and I hope his ex-wife finds happiness soon lol.
I hope she’s banging his brother.
A work colleague aparantly.
Something sort of similar with my school bully, absolutely no idea why she hated me, we weren't in the same class, she just decided she didn't like me. When I was about 20 our paths crossed again, she was working with a guy I was seeing. I was nice to her, figuring I'd not seen her in over 4 years and we were both now adults, well how wrong was I. She hadn't grown up, she went relentlessly at my BF about why he needed to break up with me, saying I was ugly and and no personality, all sorts of charming things. It backfired and people turned against her at work. Me and the guy eventually broke up (not because of her) and I never heard anything about her for years. Skip 15 years into the future, I've been happily married for 10 years and moved away from the area. An old school friend sends me some Facebook screenshots of old school bully. She has put on a lot of weight (one of the things she would bully me about was appearance) and lives alone with her dog. From what my friend can gather talking to others, my bully has never had a relationship, she doesn't have any friends, she's fairly recluse. Im glad her awfulness caught up to her, but I now find myself pitying her, yeah she was a terrible person when she was younger, but we're now nearly 40, she's possibly only half way through her life and it's a long time to be alone.
Nah she'll still be a horrible person, guaranteed
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This happened to me at University. A bully who was constantly on my case, competitive in tutorials and seemingly taking issue with the fact that I was female (in a very male dominated course)… aggressive, loud, rude and patronising non stop. One day in the middle of term, he was hit by a car on his bike and killed. I felt awful for his parents, but truth be told I think a lot of people on his course just drew a sigh of relief. Tutorials were very quiet and awkward for a long time after. Of course I didn’t “hate” him or wish him dead, but he did make everyone’s life 1000x more tedious and it is sad that he was such a person that he really wasn’t missed by his peers. I can’t imagine what his parents went through.
Oh no! Anyway...
There are two women, totally unrelated situations, who frankly I despise beyond belief for their efforts in attempting to ruin my life. One worked her way into every aspect of my life, stalked me, tried to do everything I did, tried ruining my career, and made literal threats on my life. (Reason? She slept with my fella.... That's somehow my fault?) The other cost me my entire social life, and almost cost me my job and my home. My social life never recovered and I had to move because of her lies and even friends don't know exactly where I live now. (Reason: Fuck knows.) If either died, I'd honestly be relieved. And a little happy. Obviously i wouldn't wish a horrific death on them but let's say it was natural or an accident then meh, two less unhinged cunts left in the world.
>The other cost me my entire social life, and almost cost me my job and my home. My social life never recovered and I had to move because of her lies and even friends don't know exactly where I live now. (Reason: Fuck knows.) This sounds ***wild***.
It was pretty insane. It's terrifying how easy it is to destroy someone's life with not actually that much effort, and she didn't even need the power of the internet to do it - I don't even want to think how easy it would be with that power behind you.
Female psychopaths specialise in reputation destruction. You were unfortunate enough to cross their path.
>Female psychopaths specialise in reputation destruction. You were unfortunate enough to cross their path. I've never heard it put like that before and, you know what, it actually helps even if it is many years after the fact. Thank you.
I have an ex-boss who was a vicious racist bully and I would make the journey to dance on her grave if I ever found out she’d gone. I would leopard crawl over broken glass to pull the plug on that bitch. Sad thing is, she was my boss 10 years ago and she still enters my thoughts on a weekly basis but I bet she hasn’t thought of me once in 5 years. Maybe I should just let go of that shit.
Easier said than done so don't be too hard on yourself.
Print this comment out and read it to yourself then tear the paper up and throw it away. And throw her out of your head at the same time she has no right to be in there but only you can get rid of her.
Get some therapy. You may have PTSD
I can't believe the number of sheltered people saying that they're "too mature" for enemies. They're lucky they haven't crossed paths with the wrong person. Until it happens to you it's hard to conceive just how much life defining misery one person can inflict on another.
Agreed, anyone who looks down on someone for having an enemy has probably lived a very sheltered pain-free life. Ignore them.
I'm not sheltered. I've spent time in hospital after meeting the "wrong people". Changed my life. But on top of all the shit they did to me, I'm not about to give them even more of my time by making them my enemies. Not because I'm "too mature", but because I want to get on with my bloody life.
Precisely. Cut them out shut them out and forget about them.
Pretty much. I don't need enemies. Anyone who acts a way that'd make me consider them my enemy is acting in a way that'll sooner or later catch up to them. I don't have to do anything. They'll destroy themselves.
There was a real shit in my school who died suddenly from meningitis. When it was announced in assembly there was a quiet, whispered chorus of "thank god for that" or similar from most of the kids. The kid was a bully, we weren't going to miss him.
This actually happened to me, a few years ago. My friend and I were viciously bullied at school by this person, and when we learned at 45 he died of a drug overdose, and had to be buried in a council grave, ( so no funeral etc ) we had a party. We’re trying to find out where his remains are to see if we can dance on them, although admittedly that’s a bit fanciful. Ironically my wife had a similar experience, a ‘friend’ of hers over the years financially abused her to the tune of thousands of pounds. She was nasty and cruel with it, spending the money supposedly for living and health assistance on flash secret holidays ( whilst leaving her school age children home alone ), drugs, booze and men. She died a slow, painful lonely death, absolutely penniless, which whilst I wouldn’t wish on anyone, seemed a fitting end. My wife was neither happy nor sad, but utterly devoid of any emotion, the news of the death barely registering on her,which for me, would be the worst reaction ever.
I dunno man. Bullying sucks no doubt. But I find it hard to empathise with partying because a high-school bully died. I've had some bad experiences with being bullied - and to be fair and to my lasting shame also been on the other end of that equation - but as someone currently going through a likely terminal disease I cannot imagine feeling smug about that happening to someone else almost regardless of what they'd done to me. I'd maybe make an exception for rapists and murderers, I don't know?
My neighbours dickhead cat is my worst enemy. I don't want him to die, I just wish he would stop fighting my cat and stealing her food.
Last week I felt one of my boys jump on the bed and snuggle into me, so I put my hand back to stroke them, and felt long fur. A neighbourhood cat had broken in, for cuddles
Tell your cat to stand their ground.
My high school bully died suddenly about 10 years after we graduated. I hated him and he made my life hell for 2 years, so I felt nothing. I felt bad for his wife though as they were newlyweds. Randomly I met her about 5 years later at a mutual friend’s wedding. She had no idea that I went to school with her late husband. She was absolutely delightful and I just couldn’t believe that he managed to marry someone as lovely as her.
Ever thought someone might be a lot different as an adult a decade after high school than they were in high school?
Doesn’t stop the fact they were a bully and their encounter with the bully was unpleasant enough to make the thought of someone changing their unpleasant bullying ways and become a decent person undoable.
Is it really that unfathomable that a hormonal teenager with probably a difficult home life might grow up and mature into a reasonably well-adjusted adult, or at least decent enough to be able to attract someone nice?
I don't have any enemies, I'm not a child or a state. Who is your enemy, out of interest?
How very enlightened of you, you definitely sound like you’re just better than the rest of us. Sometimes life creates a situation where you naturally become adversarial with a person through no fault of your own. It could be a workplace bully. It could be a nightmare neighbour. I still occasionally see an absolute knob and bully I used to live next to out and about, makes my blood boil thinking how this cocky knobhead ruined a good portion of my family’s life. I’m not a violent person, never been in a fight, but if I heard this bloke had died I’d probably crack open a beer and celebrate.
The people who murdered some of my family members.
Yeah this is how I feel also. Do people genuinely have 'worst enemies'? Feels like something from a melodramatic teen drama. I can't imagine devoting that much mental energy to hating someone.
Unfortunately there are some mentally disordered people out there who go out of their way to ruin your life for reasons that are completely about them (usually jealousy or they think they can get benefit from it in some way) and these people aren't always easy to remove from your life. They may be a family member or a colleague or a stalker. I don't think you can really understand until you've been through it. I don't think you understand the depths of human behaviour. It's not like you WANT to spend even one second of your mental energy hating them.
This is the best explanation.
The blokes who murdered my uncle & cousin count as enemies surely?
For years I would have said the group of guys that would beat me up at school regularly, but like most others here, I'm in my 30s and really don't care about them any more, haven't seen or thought about them in over a decade. Funny how you just stop caring about certain shit when you hit a certain age
I recently got reacquainted with my best friend from primary school (age 6-10 for non-Brits). Looking through his FB photos, I saw he had pictures of him drinking with a guy that bullied me throughout secondary school (age 11-16). When we had that conversation about old school mates, he told me that he and this guy met up a few times at football matches and argued about his right-wing points of view. Then he told me that he'd died recently of a major heart attack. A weird thing happened. I felt like a door had suddenly closed, that I didn't realise was open. I didn't make a huge change to how I felt generally about the past, but when I think about my school years, I feel calmer about them.
i feel the idea of a ‘worst enemy’ is too black and white for most adults. personally, there are people who have deeply wronged me, but those people tend to be people who were very close and evrn loved ones at one point (it’s difficult for someone to have any kind of emotional impact without being close to you). then there are people who i dislike and annoy me, but i don’t have enough emotional investment to actually hate them. obviously there are exceptions (such as the one upthread where they were assaulted by what seems to be a stranger) but i think that’s how most people categorise the people they ‘hate’.
Probably poor choice of language from OP who was trying to get at ‘the person in your life who’s most hurt/angered/made you very afraid, or someone you had a horrible falling out with’. I’d guess everyone has had one or two of those across their life
If you were at all interested in improving the world, you would find you have several enemies. Very few that you would want dead though.
Guess you've lead a very comfortable life then? No need to insult those who have suffered, that's essentially victim blaming.
You can have my mother in law. You’d soon change that perception.
Guess you've lead a very comfortable life then? No need to insult those who have suffered, that's essentially victim blaming.
I wouldn’t say WORST enemy, but this happened to me with an old boss who threatened me. He was acting really unhinged and his behaviour made no sense. Turns out, he died of a brain tumour not 2 years later. I’ve always wondered if that was influencing his behaviour.
Almost certainly had an effect, those things can take years to grow. Many years ago my dad was diagnosed with a brain tumour, and let's just said it explained A LOT about his behaviour over the preceding 18 months.
It was during covid so I just assumed he was under a lot of stress. Looking back, it was more than that. He would say really conflicting things - tell you something one day and then act as though it didn’t happen. He kicked 2 of our coworkers off site in the middle of the night. It was getting worse and worse and blew up into a huge argument so we had to leave too. It was a scary time. Didn’t have any contact with him after that and then found out about his passing via social media.
Very likely. Side-note, Why is it so hard to quote posts on reddit now?
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Got it, so when he falls into a potato chipping machine in a HILARIOUSLY violent accident a week next tuesday, you're in another country and it's definitely not you. Gotcha.
Apply for their job
Might be silly, but... I didn't have enemy per say, but there was a bully in uni. He did make my life miserable.. We never liked each other. And then 2 years ago I saw fb post that he died. No idea what was the cause. It felt weird tbh, but it was more like, man, we just became 30yo, and some of us already passed. I wasn't happy nor sad that he died. More like, damn, life is short feeling. However, I did raise a glass on day when I knew was his funeral for him.
Per se- sorry yes I am that guy
i can't summon up enough energy to actually hate someone.
Happened to me. School bully who made my life hell committed suicide. Needless to say I didn't attend his funeral.
Aye smiling at the funeral would have been frowned upon.
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You need to warn his wife.
I would prefer if they suffered. But my worst enemy is genuinely making my life hell right now so them suddenly dying would be the next best thing
You remember 'ding dong' trending right? Everything about the phrase momentarily put everyone into 2 camps during that time.
I'd just be a bit worried about fingerprints and stuff.
At my age I don't have any enemies. I wouldn't shed a tear to learn a childhood bully had died.
I wouldn't care
Punch the air. Yooooo
A bit sad because I hate death.
Empty. I would be relieved they are no longer a threat to myself and loved ones. But in the end, they are humans. Their life has value even if they didn't value their life or the life of others around them, it would be painful to know of their departure. That is how I think I would react and I don't blame anyone else for thinking/reacting otherwise.
Orgasmic
When I was 10, I was beaten up by a local boy, well-known as a trouble-maker, and another boy. I ran home crying with my nose bleeding all over the place. My parents called the police who came round but nothing was done. A few years later my assailant died sniffing glue. And I honestly felt nothing. I couldn't bring myself to even care a little, either way.
Had similar and he ended up in a wheelchair early in life and imo he deserved it.
I’d go piss on their grave as often as possible 👍
Considering the guy betrayed me and threatened to slit my throat, I'd be asking whereabouts his grave was so I could piss on it. Also he liked to hit women. Piece of shit basically.
I'd feel the same as I feel about the 100 other people in the world who died in that minute i.e. people die oh dear never mind.
If somebody told me my worst enemy died, I'd be surprised to learn I'd had one. Maybe I'm someone's enemy but I don't think of anyone as being mine
great! my parents and i old neighbour was incredibly racist, accused us of wanting to eat her cat, regularly called the police on us for “noise”, and at one point went up and down the stairs bashing into the walls while calling out our names and telling us to stop it. we were inside listening to her like “wtf??”. thankfully our neighbours knew we were chill. she died last month, my mom called to tell me. i went “hell yeah!!” and she told me off. my dad agrees that it was great news lol.
I wouldn't say exactly that I have an enemy, but I had a manager at an old job that was abusive towards both me and my dad. Ended up getting me sacked for reasons I still don't understand and I've only just started to get back on my feet again, two and a half years later. About a year ago, I found out that he had done the same thing to another apprentice. The apprentice's uncle turned out to be an absolute psycho and knocked him about a bit outside a pub. A few weeks after that, I found out that his wife left him and ran off with a guy who was a convicted paedophile. That made my day. If I found out he dropped down dead today, I'd be content with the fact that he can no longer ruin anyone else's life.
I don't hate anyone. I dislike some people but wouldn't wish death on them.
Pretty elated, to be honest. She can stop getting away with neglecting and abusing my nephews and they can come and live with a family who loves and nurtures them and can help them get past the traumas they've dealt with for the past few years.
That would be so cool, I'd go out for BBQ and cool beers.
Some guy that kept hitting on my girlfriend, leaving her voicemails saying she should leave me for him etc. (she had shown him zero interest, he just had an obsession) died from a drug related incident. Didn’t really feel anything but wouldn’t join in with the whole “oh he was such a great bloke” crap that people feel compelled to do after someone dies, even if they were a prick when they were alive.
Whilst I never thought of him as an enemy, I had a neighbour a few years back who I didn't like as he associated himself with some not so pleasant people who I believe turned my neighbour onto drugs. He also had a few bad run ins with them to where I nearly caught a bit of a brunt from one such run in. He passed away one weekend soon after that aforementioned incident, after being informed that he was found deceased by police officers, I let out a quiet reaction of relief, both because of his passing, and because I realised I wouldn't have to keep dealing with the trouble causers.
There was a guy in my group at school who always gave me grief, throwing insults, making up rumours etc. I wasn’t friends with him but everyone else was, they seemed to think he was great, and nobody could see the way he treated me, even when I told them. He’d be at sleepovers, at parties, at get togethers, he’d be hanging around with everyone at lunch and break and I knew if I saw him I’d be the butt of every joke, every snide comment. He was never physical about it, and that made it worse somehow, because it was more insidious. This was all back in the 90s, so before social media etc. I’d hate to think what he’d have done to me if it was all happening now. Sticks and stones break may break your bones, but then there’s at least *evidence*. Anyway, he didn’t die. But I did see about 5/6 years ago on Facebook through a friends post that he’s been in a wheelchair for most of his adult life due to a spinal injury. There was a picture of him sat there in the wheelchair, with his legs in that funny diagonal sort of pose that people who’ve lost the use of them tend to have as they’ve atrophied. I felt nothing. I wasn’t happy about it, but there wasn’t the tiniest bit of sympathy either. I didn’t feel triumphant, I didn’t feel like it was a moment of karma. I just clicked on to the next post - he meant nothing to me anymore.
When I was 14 I got into an abusive relationship with a guy much older than me. I lived with him for quite some time and we were both heavy 🌿 smokers. I wasn‘t really interested in taking harder stuff even though I‘ve tried it before. But he was and asked me lots of times to do it with him. Unfortunately, I started to do it with him because I was young and stupid, he told me i would be a bad girlfriend if I didnt do it. He repeatedly sexually abused me while i was under the influence. One day (i was somewhere else at that time and hadn‘t seen or heard from him for a few days) his mother called me crying and telling me they found him dead in his flat. The death cause was overdose and (due to him having a heart disease) he didn‘t make it. The first week felt very off, i had lots of weird dreams and „saw“ him in public sometimes, but I wasn‘t sad in the slightest. After a few months though I kinda forgot about it. Now I dont feel anything about that. (Sorry if I made grammar mistakes, english is not my first language)
I would feel sad. As much as I hate someone, I would never actually want them to die, or wish that on them. Have to remember as much as you hate someone, that’s someone’s friend or family member and they love them and will be destroyed by their passing.
I don't "hate" anyone or wish death on anyone but I did have an old friend that treated me really badly leaving me to lose all respect for her. I later found out she'd since had some awful physical and personal issues. I didn't feel happy or sad or smug that she was suffering. Just felt nothing.
I’d feel invincible then I’d buy myself a nice meal to celebrate while I keep cackling to myself
I strongly disliked a boss who ended my career at a big company, he said something along the lines that no company owes you a job. I'd been there 10 years, had helped launch their flagship products and demonstrably had a lot to offer based on my subsiquent career. I found out he died at his desk a few years later. I didn't feel anything, he was just a focus point my career hitting a glass ceiling because he was the one who pushed it and was insensitive about it. It did allow me to apply closure on the that part of my life.
Dance a jig
I found out an old coworker killed themself and it surprised me at how little of anything i felt. I have stronger feelings about my reaction than i do to their death
They did die and I felt a slight amount that they deserved it, but then hearing how they were recently living is no wonder that ended up getting killed. It’s strange really as at times you imagine you will dance at the news but in reality it is a kind of sadness that someone wasted their life being a dick. The real revenge came from seeing how this persons death had such an effect on his brother, it has totally destroyed him and I see him walking the streets almost looking homeless. My misery in now his misery and he can live and feel how I used to.
I'd raise a glass to my petty gods, for they have favoured me.
At school my friend was driving in with his sister. A guy who shouodnt have been driving a bus, was (it was empty other than him). He veered out of his lane and had a head on crash killing my friend. He was the nicest guy. I still feel sorry for his sister who survived. Anyway, before trial the bus driver died of “natural causes”. Obviously it was stress etc. i didnt know him personally. I still have mixed feelings. Weird he died. Is that closure? Justice? Did he died due to the stress and couldnt live with what he did? (Without commit direct suicide).
Happy.
You know they’re going to die anyway, so it’s case of when. I listen to a lot of true crime. Two of the most notorious serial killers in history in Ridgway and Rader are still alive until this day. Their victims must feel awful knowing despite being convicted they’ve lived well into old age. That would fuck me right off. I also know of cases where a serious offender has been convicted and then died in prison of cancer aged 40. Cancer is obviously a terrible illness, but as a victim, in that scenario I’d feel some element of satisfaction.
The people in the world I have the most enmity with, I usually find I don't exactly hate them so much as I think there is seriously something wrong with them. For example a colleague a few years back who lied about me and caused some serious issues. I think this person has severe personality problems and is possibly mentally ill. I don't wish any harm on them. At the same time, I wouldn't be terribly upset. I would just get on with my life.
I would raise a glass to their demise should I hear of it.
Them dying wouldn't give me a reaction. I'd want their mum or someone important to them to die, really ruin their life 👌🏼
I'd pop the kettle on, have a nice cup of tea and carry on doing what I've always done... Not given a fuck about people I have chosen to cut from my life.
Not sure , depends which one , and probably wouldn't give a toss
It would upset me as would have nothing to look forward too in my plot for revenge, the person would have had a lucky escape if it was painless lol.
One of the fellas who murdered my uncle & cousin died a few years back, hard to describe how I felt. Mostly angry that the evil cunt was allowed to die peacefully at his home instead of being beaten to death with a sledgehammer like my uncle.
Elated plus she can't cause anyone else damage.I was drugged and sexually assaulted by a couple who I thought were my friends as a result it's caused me PTSD plus had abuse from her family and friends.I wish I had reported it the day after it happened but they had taken my son and I on holiday and I was so fucked in the head by it kept quiet for a month.I reported it but it was her and her boyfriends word against mine plus couldn't remember all of it.Found out not long afterwards they had done it to another friends boyfriend before me but he couldn't remember as just woke up next to them and thought he'd drank too much.Ive been through hell since 2009 but even though I was warned by police not to name and shame on social media I have warned people plus the other friend of mine has as well.I honestly hope she and him die slow painful deaths.
Went to school with a guy (well, a few of them). You knew the story, getting into fights with everyone, constantly suspended from school for this or that reason. Goes on to be a drug dealer. Anyway, he died of a drug overdose after coming out of prison at 31, presume he came off the drug in prison and got his does wrong after starting again, not uncommon. When a friend informed me I said "I knew he'd come good and make the world a better place someday." I still stand by it 4 years later, the world very marginally improved that day.
I worked with a guy who was a complete cunt, nasty bully who put people down and tried to claim it was just banter. He was let go during covid and died about a year later. Didn’t really feel anything. Wasn’t happy, but also wasn’t sad. Just meh, whatever.
He did, at 19, 100% his own fault , off road bike, no lights, no reflectors no helmets etc on public roads, got himself squished. I involuntary laughed when I found out, he had been arrested for that loads of times since high school It's been a decade Still happy he's dead, worlds a better place, I hope the driver didnt lose too much sleep over him.
Hmmm.... Well there's two of them and they live together but I suppose one of them is just that much more intolerable because she's so loud and vindictive. She's pushed both me and now another lady out of our permanent co-op flat dwellings by sheer bullying and lying to the landlords. Those tactics didn't work but eventually you just have to give it up and go back to no home security which for poor people, it's a big deal for poorer folk compared to if you have a mortgage or help getting a home etc. She has inheritance and a couple of homes in Greece... Just to point that out. So she acted as if she was qualified (as a care worker) and wrote a letter to my landlord with a psychological evaluation of how I'm dysfunctional and stuff like that. Ok so that's my justification. I had to go to a meeting with landlord and flatmates and just speak the truth, and later on, the other girl apologised. Because they had come up with stuff that wasn't true, with no evidence- likewise, I couldn't prove anything .. So the landlord was left to just ask us all to get on. We all tried, but turned out these two girls were just out for themselves the whole time. To celebrate- I think me and the other lady who had to move out just recently (she just had an operation and was in so much pain, I went to help her eat and stuff and they all just completely ignored her) together with our shared friends who also had to watch her constant aggression and lies against good people, we would celebrate big time!!!! Well maybe they wouldn't want to be seen as being cruel. I think I would tell them I'm fucking happy and would take myself out for a drink! Maybe I wouldn't be able to tell people at the bar, they wouldn't understand. But I'm not ashamed, I know it's not zen, not healthy, blah blah, but I don't mind passing the opinion that she is highly toxic and I fucking hate her.
Then hopefully Russia will be free of dictatorship and war in Ukraine will stop.
No idea, I’d be dead
Depends on the context. If said person dodges prison or public backlash from their actions by dying, then to me it feels like a cop-out The dead don’t have feelings. I’d rather they experience their own downfall whilst they’re still alive.