Hey Pandas, What Is The Worst Experience You’ve Had With A Sibling Or A Friend

I was caring for my dying mum, who was not going to last for much longer. Our hospice nurse upped the dosage times for her pain and antipsychotic medications because at that point, there was no risk in increasing her doses. My sister, who caused drama left and right, found out and texted my brother that I was trying to kill her. I've never been so shaken in my life. Thank God for those hospice workers - they brought me down off of that ledge and assured me I absolutely was not trying to hasten the inevitable.

I am the youngest of five and the only girl. The third child decided that when I was about 18 months old would be the best time to start molesting me. Kept it up for a decade, at which point he moved to another state and married a girl who now has my exact maiden name...first, middle, and last.

My parents refused to believe me when I finally told them at age 16.

Instead, I acted out and they threatened to send me to reform school.

So I married the first guy I could and they hated him, too. So I moved across the state and cut them off.

Them after I escaped that abusive marriage with two kids, my dad insisted we move in with them. And insisted I go to college. My mom agreed to babysit.

By the time I graduated (I paid my own way), she had brainwashed the kids to believe I wasn't their mom. It was a six year battle with her.

Now that Dad has passed, and the brother she was living with has died, she lives with the brother who molested me. Despite the fact that he finally admitted it to me, he refused to admit it to her.

And she wonders why I don’t come visit.

She told me when I was 7 that she preferred boys, because they were more honest. Girls were just little bitches.

Yep. Cannot imagine why I feel uncomfortable with her. And why I have trouble with the kids when she is around...despite them being grown.

Yep.

I had a best friend for years who supposedly had Borderline Personality Disorder. I look back now, and I believe she was an all-out sociopath, and was misleading her therapists, so she could qualify for disability payments (she was too lazy to work). She pulled a lot of bizarre stunts, like stalking one of her therapists, accusing her stepdad of repeatedly raping her, getting arrested for shoplifting at the local mall, etc. It was always about her because she was totally selfish. She was a con artist who could always get people to do things for her and get people to feel sorry for her. But she never wanted to do anything to help them in return. Finally, I had just had enough of her sh*t. She had a habit of calling me over and over again (like 30-40 times) and leaving numerous messages. I started ignoring her, and told her to quit calling me. The last time I saw her, she had another new husband, and he was trailing along behind her doing her bidding. Either the guy will get tired of this lifestyle and leave (like all her other husbands and boyfriends), or the poor guy will be miserable for the rest of his life.

i was at a pool party where there were few people.So im playing with a toy ring and another kid comes up to me and tells me to give her the toy,i refuse and keep playing then all of a sudden she climbs on top of me and tries to drown me...i eventually throw the toy and when she got off me i smacked her and all the parents watched the whole thing and made me go home but............my aunt saw everything and kicked the little girl out and said she wasn't allowed to return then that girls mom took it to court(stoopid i know)and we ended up winning year girls mom finds us and pulls a gun on me someone went behind her and knocked her unconscious...needless to say she is now in prison

She fled to Hawaii to be with another man and then told her husband that I was 'going to be all over him now'. 1) I never have found her husband to be physically or sexually attractive; nice guy but that's it. 2) She knew the type of men I'm attracted to so that was a head shaker. 3) I never play in another woman's backyard. Oh, he took her back after the guy dumped her.

A "friend" said something extremely disrespectful about my mom right to my face and when I respectfully told her that it was disrespectful and asked her not to say anything about my mom again she started avoiding me and talking bad about me to people that I knew. She even told her father, who was a teacher at our school, that I was bullying her and her little sister which was completely untrue. After I split from her, I found out that she had been saying bad things about me and our friends even while I was friends with her. She was very toxic and progressively got more and more toxic the longer I knew her.

Well, once my family went sledding, my mom told us not to sled down one particular hill because the car was parked at the bottom. Lil' bro and I were walking up the hill and big bro pretended he was going to throw a giant snow clump at us and lil bro jumped on his sled to get away. Crashed into the car and long story short had ten staples and twelve stitches in his head.

my brother ripped my very delicate paper snowflake chain that i worked on for 1 WHOLE HOUR. I cried

I went to a new school in 1st grade. I made a friend- let's call her Amber- who was a very nice person. Or so I thought. Turns out her friends hated me. They bullied me and made fun of me. Whenever she made new friends, they almost always acted the same way towards me. I stuck through it because Amber was my "friend." When we got to middleschool, she ghosted me. She stopped talking to me and everything. Whenever her friends bullied me, she never told them to stop. She was never my friend. Now I rarely trust anyone and I have a close group of friends.

My brother this time. We used to play minecraft together and he killed my horse. I had an obsession with animals in minecraft. Anyway, I got ticked off at him and somehow it ended with him slashing me across the throat with his nails. He had REALLY long nails. I started bleeding, although not badly. My grandma was taking a nap, and I told a lie about how I got that scratch. Me and my brother fight physically a lot, so it is just second nature not to say anything that would incriminate the other.

Thanks for reading! This is pretty lengthy.

When I first started school I made my first friend lets call her Anna. At first I thought we were great friends but i was wrong. I didn't want to tell her that we couldn't be friends anymore because i knew that she had family problems and i was afraid of hurting her feelings. I noticed that she was toxic when she started to stop me from playing with my other friends. I told my family about this and they told me that the next time she tries to control me tell her that she's not the boss of me. A few days later my big brother was playing at recess and he asked me to join him, i was going to join him but then Anna grabbed my hand told me not to go. I then told her that she wasn't the boss of me and she responded with "Yes I am". That day she became my ex best friend. A year after that happened i moved away and i haven't seen her since.

Me and my sister were driving through the richer parts of Arizona and we came upon this party. We were already dressed formally because we just came from an event. So the guy at the gate of this mansion just waved us through. We were so surprised we just went with it. We get in the house and there is music blaring and people everywhere. There were some people there who’s name we aren’t allowed to say. This was like an A-List party but for like criminals. (We didn’t find that out until later). Anyway we’re we’re just standing in a farther part of the room eating the food that the servers were bringing around. When all of the sudden the whole place goes silent. Everyone moves into the bigger part of the room and forms a circle. This older guy probably mid to late fifties (who btw is hella handsome, even my gay ass noticed) motioned to this guy sitting in a chair with a bag over his head. The old dude takes off the bag and starts speaking Italian. Me and my sister look at each other and we know that this is something we don’t want to witness so we move towards the exit but it’s blocked by these security guys. The man speaking Italian speaks English and says for them to let’s us through and he’ll collect our words later. We run out the building and get in her car. And gtf out of there, a week later we got a letter from the address and we still haven’t read it.

In 4th grade, I had a ‘friend’ named Ella (not her real name) I had met her in 1st grade and had hung out with her on and of through out the years. This year I was in the same class with her and another girl, Amy (once again, not a real name) the 3 of us hang out. One day we had P.E. And afterwards I made a remark about how Ella’s group Was in the back, and had to run more ( only a little bit like 3-4 meters if I remember correctly) and she walked away I did not think much of it but during recess, which was right after P.E., I walked up to her ( she was talking to another friend) and she excused herself and walked away before I got to her. I just walked over to her again. This time, she put out her hand, turned around and walked away again. By this time I knew something was up. I went up to her one more time, but she just said “ I don’t want to see you.” And turned around. Now little 9-year-old me was about to cry. So I walked away this time. This was the first time a friend had Ben mean yo me and I was drowning in confusion , shame, and frustration. What had I done! I started shooting hoops, a goto when I had no one to play with, at some point I tripped and landed on my hands, scraping them. Tears filled my eyes now. I looked up to see Ella and Amy siting across the blacktop, talking and looking at me. I wanted to explode into tears but I held it all back. Eventually, wile waiting in line for our teacher, Ella came up to me and said “ I’m sorry, can we be friends again?” I accepted. Sometimes I wish I would have ended the friendship then. I won’t make this longer with how she got worse. but to this day I have never confronted her about all the abuse and unfairness she subjected me and Amy to. I am to afraid to hurt someone’s feelings. She still goes to the same school as me, and is friends with my friends. This experience is what opened my eyes to how Ella treated me. I now this is not as bad as some of these, but it was one of the worst days of my life.

Been called a b***h more times than I can count.He's 12.

When I was 11 years old, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. After going for emergency surgery, and on dozens of meds, I returned to school. About 90% of my "friends" became bullies, doing things like touching me and saying, "oooh, I caught cancer!" "Beep beep beep fat girl backing up (I wasn't fat, that didn't stop them though), and so much more. The 3 cancer recurrences really didn't help either. At the same time, my younger sister started to act snide, badly disguising her contempt for me. At least she understands better now what I went through. And third, though it's not her fault, my mom has borderline personality disorder, and non-stop complained about the trouble I was causing (hello, like I wanted cancer?), criticizing me about everything, and just not really caring. Any surprise I still suffer from depression decades later?

not my story but my dads
he is a twin and one day they were playing in the pool and my uncle grabbed a barbecue knife and stabs dad with it. in the pool. they were 12

Just my life with my older brother. I never really understood that when he was picking n me it wasn't like a normal sibling would. it was ore ike abuse.Mental and physical. He would hit me and make rude comments on my sexual orientation. I would actually go home sometimes with bruises from him. Trust me I fighted back though. He would get a bloody nose or bruises from me but that never stopped him. In fact it made him hate me more. Well when I was going to my dads for the weekend they told me he was in the hospital. He had tried to kill himself. I know it sounds wrong but I kinda wished he would have really died. That's when I realized he wasn't any normal sibling. He still texts once in awhile wishing death upon me but I don't care. Maybe one day he will finally die...Oh shoot this is really depressing :p

I was in 1st grade and playing 'horses' with a couple good friends. (Friend A and friend B) Friend B and I were horses and friend A was our owner. B and I escaped from our stable and were running into the playground woods and we ran for a little while. We looked back and saw Friend A crying on the ground. We ran over and asked what was wrong and she said 'I told you to stop running away! I kept calling!' Friend B apologized but I didn't. Why? Because my philosophical little 6 year old brain reasoned that since I wasn't sorry, I shouldn't say sorry. I hadn't heard my friend, so I couldn't find any reason for me to be sorry. So a teacher came over, told me to apologize, I said no, she said I had to say sorry after entering the school, I didn't, at that point none of my friends cared anymore and just wanted me to get it over with but I was really stubborn. I was threatened with being sent to the office, and then my advisor, and finally when the principal came in I blurted out a sorry. So yeah.

This is my friend's:

She was about 10 years old when a little 3rd grader came up and asked if he could have her water bottle, to which she obviously responded 'No'.

His reaction? Karate kick her in the face and break her nose 'cause why not :D

i was in like second grade and me and my friend were at my house. we were going to do a try not to laugh contest. we started and i almost peed my pants so i went to the bathroom. my friend, lets call her anna, follows me into the bathroom. so i say (big brain mode activated) "anna get in the shower. ill pee then ill get in the shower and u can pee. she says ok and gets in the shower. i start peeing an suddenly she comes out holding my moms razor. SHE TRIED SHAVING HER ARM. WITH MY MOMS RAZOR. SHE SLICED HER ARM OPEN. Since we were kids i forgave her (after like a week lol) and we r still friends.
Not exactly the worst but still pretty bad.

last year, my friend called me a s..t that really hit deep