40 People Share The Absolute Worst Gifts They’ve Ever Received

My mother has given me the same cheap boxed crystal chess set 3 times for Christmas over the last 12 years.

I have no idea why but apparently she keeps buying them every time target or macys puts them out on display at Christmas.

a beautiful angora sweater that was 4 sizes too small and I couldnt exchange it. he wouldnt tell me where he got it.

I remember this one as a kid. I vaguely remember being a little kid over at my grandmother's house, and we had a random conversation one day about out how I liked the squishy toilet seats better than the hard toilet seats because they aren't as cold at night. Well, that year, for my birthday, I excitedly unwrapped the present she gave to me, only to discover...a squishy toilet seat. My grandmother gave me a toilet seat for my birthday. I get the logic but.....really, Nana?

My mom forgot my birthday one year & bought me a pond light from the thrift shop. it immediately started to smoke & almost caused a house fir. We don't have a pond.

The first year my husband came to Christmas with me on my dad’s side, my daughter and I each got a gift card and they gave him a ziplock with 2 pics of me as a child. He was like WTAF.

45 years ago my husband gave me an ironing board cover for my 1st anniversary.

In all fairness, I had mentioned that I wanted one. I guess I should be grateful he listened to me.

PS we’re still married and this gifts got better!

Dad's wife bankrupted two businesses where all she sold was Christmas c**p, year round, in a very small town in the middle of nowhere.

After the last bankruptcy, she sent us an absolutely hideous nutcracker which is partially broken. Excess stock from her store that didn't sell. We have at least made it a joke in our chosen family where we sneak it into someone's bag on Christmas, and they sneak it back into our house at some point.

A plastic tub of assorted cheap candy like Tootsie Rolls and peppermints from Walmart and a little teddy bear in a paper sack that emblazoned across the front of the sack was, “Get Well Soon”. This was a Valentines Day gift to me from a very cr*ppy high school boyfriend who had been cheating on me with another girl. I was 17 at the time and he was 19. I didn’t find out until a year or so after I dumped him that the girl he had cheated on me with was 12. TWELVE. And he had gotten her pregnant. Her parents had him arrested for statutory rape. Then they forced them to get married. Then they had three more damn kids! So, honestly, now that I think about it, I guess the s****y candy and nonsensical teddy bear wasn’t so bad after all.

My mom bought 2nd row concert tickets for the whole family for my 16th birthday, to a country singer they all liked and I despised (I don’t like country generally, and he was one of the worst to my ears). My mom knew I hated his music, but said the “gift” part was getting to spend time with my parents and brother before he went off to college. Sure….

I’ve got two.

When I was 11 my birthday gift was to move houses - across town, leaving the school I’d always been at and my only friends behind. No joke. The new house was ‘my gift’.

Second, when I turned 15 my mother got me Bob the Builder bedsheets. I was a 15 year old girl. I had never even seen Bob the Builder.

My sister got my grandfather’s glass eye and what was even better he cut a hole in it and put a string through it so she could wear it as a necklace.

I'm a dude, and I received a magazine with Paris Hilton half-naked in it along with a tube of Vagisil. I think it was supposed to be a m*sturbation joke. but it was a really weird gift to get as a teen during Christmas in front of my family.

A fur hat, for me. A vegan. An expansive spa day when I was heavily pregnant (no sauna, no hot steam, basically just the pool) Thanks hubby, you really know me.

My brother once gave me a half-drunk monster and a gas station gift card with like $.20 on it. We were in our twenties.

My father (old abusive drunk) promised me a car, and some tools for my workshop if I become a hunter... Took me 3 years, but I did it for him. Never heard any congratulations or anything, it took him another 2 or 3 years, to realise that he should do something for me, so he insisted on going to a hunting trip with him and his (over twice my age, I knew no one there before the trip) friends.

I was skeptical about the whole trip with my father, but it turned out, the friends "carried" it, and for first 4 days we had fun without my father intervention.

On the fifth day there were my birthday... The first thing that dude (my "dad) did, was to get 3 bottles of vodka in the morning, said something about having some party, in the evening.

Less than one hour later, he was chugging one bottle alone, without any afterdrink, and calling me little useless s**t, and how regrets impregnating my Mother.... I was 26 years, and crying like a child. He never said "sorry" or anything about it actually.

I never had a rifle in hands since then, he made me HATE hunting (also pushed me into several deppression and few S attempts, but i don't know, if this counts as a gifts)

years ago, I mentioned that I wanted to see the disney movie fantasia, so christmas comes around and I get an unmarked VHS tape and they (some aunt or uncle, I don't remember) tell me it's fantasia. so I put it in a player, and I can tell it should have been fantasia, but they tried to copy from one VHS to another and the copy protection ruined the picture. I felt like such an afterthought. they didn't even check the copy to see if it was good before they gave it to me.

My niece and nephew gave me a dirty fork a few years back. I still have it in my office being held by my stormtrooper.

A CD of his favorite country western songs. I loath country music.

My mother gifted me her favorite movie on DvD, being full aware that I hated that movie, so she just kept the DvD for herself.

My late father gave my husband and myself walking canes. We're both able-bodied.