Hey Pandas, What Is The Meanest Thing Anyone Has Done To You? (Closed)

TLDR: I was held hostage at work by a coworkers mother until I did the job her child was so-posed to do.

I'm a female and at the time of this incident I was 26. I'm not well built and while people say there is a Fight or Flight reflex, I insist there is a third which is the Fright reflex like those goats who fall over when they are startled. I fall into this category.

I worked as the Delivery driver for a pizza and Kebab shop. As the delivery driver i did not have to do anything in the store, i had to deliver and that was it. But I hate sitting still and so I help in the store Cleaning and refilling when i am not needed elsewhere. My shift finished at 9 pm. The manager of the night had been to a funeral that day and was not in a fit state to be at work, and asked me to stay back and just do the washing up for the 3 boys who would be doing close. I said "Sure not a problem" They would be paying me for my time so that was fine.
There was 3 boys doing the close shift. a 16 year old. and 2 early 20 somethings. The 16 year old could not drive so his mother had to pick him up after his shift. They were meant to finish at 9:30, but they usually finished at about 10:00 sometimes even 10:30 if they were being lazy.
at 9:40 The mother of the 16 year old stormed in the back door and started berating them for taking so long.( I realise now that she was also including me in this even though i have never done a close before.)
She is standing in the back hall way with her arms crossed, glaring and screaming at them to hurry up. I do my job. I do the washing up. I started at 8:45, i finished at 9:45. I start to dry my hands, and go to walk past her to sign out when she levels her eyes on me and says" Where do you think you are going?"
"Home" I say " I did what I was asked to do"
"But they haven't finished, Its not fair you get to leave when they don't."
(These boys have been F***ing around instead of doing their jobs for the last hour.. Its not my fault they are useless)
The next bit was a bit hazy and I think its best that i forget it because I have PTSD from this moment. She stood in that doorway and threatened me and that she didnt care that there were security cameras. I had to pull my weight. The front door was locked, they key was in the office behind her and my phone was in my car. So for the next 45 mins. I did the job of 3 people. Who did nothing to help me and actually agreed with her.
As soon as she left. I went to the police station. I quit that night. The 3 boys lost their jobs and she was charged with holding a person against their will under threat. The security cameras were very helpful. They caught everything she said and did.
So yea.... Held hostage because her son was lazy......

We had a 16 year relationship, lived together for 13 years. I was going to receive a big award for my work, there was to be a dinner and ceremony. I told him about it a month in advance (as soon as I knew) and he agreed to go. I told him that if he didn't want to go to let me know and I would get one of my brothers to go with me so I didn't have to sit at the head table alone. He said he would go. Two weeks before the event, I remind him, I take his suit to the cleaners. He says he is going. One week before, I put a note on the fridge reminding him to get new shoes and he buys them. Three days before, I try on dresses and he helps me pick out something so I look my best. The night before he tells me he is proud of me and is looking forward to seeing me get the award.
The day of, I come home from work early so I have time to get ready. I pull into the driveway and he is there with three of his friends tearing apart a motorcycle. I tell him the car will be there at 7 to pick us up (the awards people were sending a car and getting a hotel suite for the night as part of the award) and I ask him if he wants me to pack anything special for him. He says, "just the usual stuff. It is only one night."
I pack and get ready to go. At 6:30, he is still in the driveway with his friends and made no effort to get ready, and at 6:40, I realize he isn't going with me.
At 7:00, the car pulls up and I walk outside dressed to the nines and head for the car and he waves and says "have fun". I went, I got my award, I gave my speech, I was fabulous, and I was the only one without a plus one at the head table and I was humiliated. I endured all the "where's Russell" questions from my colleagues and even one, "Couldn't you find a date?" I stayed in the suite by myself that night. I didn't sleep. I knew it was over.
He stuck around for another couple of months before leaving to go visit his mother and never coming back, but that night, I knew it was over. His building up the event and getting me excited about it and having me do all these errands to get ready and he knew all along he wasn't going. He just did all that out of sheer meanness.

My Mother told me that I was the child that loved her the least. This is while she was living with me in MY HOME.

Grew up in Texas, right between Dallas and Ft. Worth. The school district I came up in, there were very few Jews. In fact, I didn't know one of my fellow student in my graduating class was Jewish until AFTER I graduated high school. Throughout K-12, I was constantly ridiculed for my religion, even though I wasn't a practicing Jew. So, needless to say, there were a number of mean thing that happened to me. However, there is one in particular that I will never forget. 8th grade, going into my locker, I see someone had finagled a swastika through those little vents with the comment "Dirty Jew". I was someone what used to it (getting those along with the usual/unoriginal "you're going to hell", or "you killed Jesus" stuff). However, in this instance, the person that put the swastika in my locker was standing near me and began to make comments. He proceeded to call me a "kite". Now, a "kike" is something else, but "kite" means nothing...just shows the intelligence of those I was dealing with. Where it truly hurt, was there were two teachers there, one of which I had for biology...and neither one did anything.

To this day, I have not and will not forgive any of those that participated in this treatment. Some had reached out years later on Facebook and attempted to sweep it under the rug, claiming they were young and stupid. Sorry, when I peruse your Facebook and see what you post, I know you're only trying to make yourself feel better and not truly sorry.

I always found it ironic how people can be different when they're in church on Sunday, but in the real world Mon-Sat. Still to this day, I am completely disgusted with Texas, its people, and the dominate religion in that state. I moved away 3 days after graduating high school in 1999...best decision ever.

I was in 3rd grade. We were presenting a dance and it was our dress rehearsal. We had the dress rehearsal, everyone was changing back. Our teacher (the one who was teaching us the moves) was too busy to take care of her little charges. My school uniform got mixed up and another girl saw my costume and took it saying she was going to give it to the teacher. I was missing my trousers and tie and stuff and what i had was someone else's trousers and a belt. It was the last period, after the dispersal i went to the teacher to tell her i swapped some items by mistake. She got really mad and then slapped me in the face in front of the class. I ran back to the washroom. She didn't even bother to come look for a 3rd grader, instead she went to go disperse the others. i was crying the whole time ( and this is the first and last time i cried in school....srsly this was a nightmare)....the whole school was empty. When i decided to go downstairs looking a freak in my swapped up clothes like i had just come out from a fight. i was on the stairs when i saw y mum, coming up looking worried as hell, with a guard in tow. She took me with her....afer i told her everything , she took me to the reception. The vice principal and thr supervisor etc were there....they called that particular teacher and she was trying to deny she did anything wrong. One teacher tried to side with her, when my mum lost her cool and slapped the teacher right across the face and gave a big lecture on how no one should mess with her daughter and how teacher's were supposed to behave and were responsible to the young kids.(She herself was a teacher once). No one stopped her cause she was really mad. She had literally scraped the make-up off the face of the teacher....she wore so much make-up. When i went back the next day, they had sacked the teacher. She gave me the worst memory of a otherwise very happy school year.

My parents were overly strict kind and I went to a boarding school. The meanest thing anyone ever did to me was when I confided in my then best friend about my new boyfriend (my parents didn't know about him because they wouldn't have approved). His family invited me over and I was mulling it over, I told my best friend and she convinced me to go, I took her advice and went. After I had snuck out of school (with her help, I might add), she called my mother and ratted me out. That was a long time ago, I'm married with a kid and no longer in contact with my so called best friend. By the way, I'm married the guy I snuck out for.

My dad hit me in the head with a pair of crutches fitted with special spikes for use on ice. It sliced my scalp open down to the bone, and blood was pouring down my face. He continued hitting me and telling me how stupid I was and that this was all my fault while he tried to keep me from bleeding to death.

I was raised in a countryside where most of the people know each other and are generally nice to each other. I came to a metro city for my uni and it was anyways quite overwhelming for me as I am a shy to talk to new people face to face. A group of girls in college started talking to me and I thought we were friends, they used to click my pics with them all the time which I did not like but was somehow bearing with. After 1st semester was over we had a fest, where I got to talk to more students in my class and I came to know that these girls whom I thought of as my friends, used to make memes of me using the pics they clicked and used to share it wide. The memes ranged from my dressing sense, eating habits, weight, being from a countryside. They also spread a lot of nasty rumors about me, ignorance was bliss for me, after knowing this it became difficult for me to talk to other students, later I got myself transferred into another campus.

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I was showing pictures of my group of friends to my mom and she said "you must be the only ugly one among them" .... I'll never forget that

This was when I was very young, even though it wasn't a massive thing it still hurt me a lot. I was taking to my ex-best friend (then best friend) and mentioned that I didn't like two of the girls in my class. Before I said it she swore not to tell anyone. Straight after I told her, she ran straight up to the people I'd been talking about and told them what I'd said. I'd said that they weren't very nice but she made up all sorts of things that I hadn't said and then they came and started kicking me and pulling my hair. They pulled a large clump of my hair out and my head started to bleed. However it wasn't enough that the teachers would notice so they told me if I told anyone they'd come to my house at night and pull all my hair out. I was terrified. I didn't tell anyone until a few years after they'd left. Their new schools weren't even alerted and they were never punished.

When I was on elementary school, I was hit, bit, my hair pulled by a girl because she think "man should not retaliate to girl for anything, unless he's a sissy"

once my dad said i was a disappointment

In Denmark, when a pupil disturbs the lesson, one can – or could – be put outside the classroom door “to cool down” during lessons. This is rarely used nowadays, but it was quite common in the seventies, where this happened. I must have been about nine or so, and our class was a big one, so during some lessons, we were divided into two smaller groups for Danish and Math.
I barely remember why, but once I had been put outside the door for some minor offence, during Math. Possibly I had been caught whispering to a fellow student, passing notes or similar. So, there I was, reconsidering my life choices, as it were.
That was when my Danish teacher passed in the hallway and spotted me. He asked why I was outside and what I had done, and then he ordered me to follow, which I did, and so we went to the other half of the class.
It turned out that a classmate had been sick and vomited all over his table and the floor. The poor kid had been sent home and here the teacher was, with a classroom full of sick and pupils, not a good combo at the best of times.
He handed me a cleaning cloth and told me to clean it up, right there, in front of half the class, with my bare hands and that one cloth. (There was a sink in the classroom.) I asked, nay, I begged for him not to make me do it, but he insisted that I deserved such a task as I had clearly been disrupting Math…
Today I can still recall wiping that table and that floor, getting lukewarm sick on my hands, crying all the while as half my classmates laughed and laughed and laughed. It was hard not to add my own to the mess on the floor, but at the end, I did manage to get it all. It took some time, and he never acted to prevent their laughter, to continue his teaching nor to end my torment.
When I had finished, he sent me back to the door at the Math class, where I wept until my Math teacher came out and started to reprimand me, but then stopped because I was in a mess. She thought I was crying because of her punishment, and I could not tell her otherwise, but at least I was let back in.
For years, I did not tell this story at home, even though I was bullied because of it as the story spread. Today I am a teacher myself, and when I meet classmates from back then, some of them wonder at my choice of career after seven years with bullying and ignorant teachers.
I must admit that I have never quite forgiven that teacher!

When i was a child (6 or 7), my cat got kittens. Naturally as a kid i played a lot with them, i imagined they were the tiny tigers of my circus :)
One day after school i went to see the kitten but they weren't there. I asked my mom, and she said while sobbing "you shouldn't have played with them this much, you killed them". Needless to say I was destroyed and depressed for days..

Later in my life I learned that actually they couldn't find peoples to adopt them so my dad drown them in a bucket..

Oh boy, where do I start. I was bullied my whole school life, I had food thrown at me and one bully even strangled me until I had an asthma attack. Believe it or not though they aren’t the worst. I used to be really close to my mother-in-law, she helped me out greatly over the years and has been a huge support especially when my mum was living in the US. Well at the start of the year she betrayed my trust in a big way.

She wanted to babysit the kids over new years so she could take them to a pageant. Well we told her that she is to have the kids in her care she is not allowed to drink at all. (She doesn’t know when to stop). Anyway she promised and because their grandad was there things would be alright. Well I get a phone call from my daughter in the morning saying her grandma got drunk. So hubby and I got dressed quickly to get down there asap. Well my mother-in-law heard my daughter tell us that she drank and so she started having a go at my daughter coz she betrayed her trust and shouldn’t have said anything and proceeded to call her a “Bad Granddaughter”.

I have never been so angry in my life 1. She betrayed our trust and 2. She said one of the worst things you can say to your grandchild. Since then other stuff has happened and she got the shits on because I suggested she seek help for her drinking problem and that she is no longer to care for my kids until she quits drinking altogether. Well that caused a shit storm, she blocked us on facebook, she is blaming my daughter and finding faults in everyone else to deflect away from her. She is telling people that I wont let her see the kids when she can just supervised. She has told a few other lies about me and even though she got caught out in the lies it is still everyone elses fault. It’s been months now and she acts like everything is peachy. Well I will be nice, polite and pretend everything is okay just to keep the peace but if she asks to babysit the kids or anything the answer is going to be a big fat “F**k NO”.

We moved to a new town when I was in the 3rd grade and I tool the bus to school. Every day after school 4 kids would beat me up because I was the new kid. I begged my Mom to meet me at the bus stop, even showing her all the bruises and she refused multiple times. I new then that that I would habe to take care of myself because no one else would. I eventually explained things to the bus driver and was allowed to switch stop which ending the beatings.

I got sacked from my job once because the managers daughter was stealing from the till. The excuse given was head office know someones stealing and someone has to be sacked so i got the boot. Took me nearly 3 years to get another job because they want references from the previous employer.

in p.e (physical education, phys ed whatever u call it) some annoying kid in my class pushed me up against the wall for absolutely no reason at all. he was a right jerk and he proabably still is

When my boyfriend (husband of many years now) took me to meet his mother for the first time she said "You're not good enough to marry my son."