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

i was in college and dating this girl lets call her Emma we were partying and this guy hated me he was at the bar when Emma went over there he tried to hit on her so i walk up and said back off. So he punches me and i had a little posse back then so they help me out and got him out of the bar. i went home and told Emma she went a different way i got a call from mom so i went to her house for a little bit. then i went home when i got home i went to my room and saw Emma "having fun" with the guy from the bar i forced everyone out and sobbed on the ground for the rest of the night.

There are so many things to choose from, but I think I'll go with Girl Scouts. I was ignored and bullied in my troop, including being yelled at for helping someone, no one talked to me despite the fact that my mom made the troop, and when my troop went camping, I was talked about behind my back, the only time I caught them. I'm pretty sure there were more times bit I thankfully forgot them. And then in my summer camp everyone still ignored me.

That was the time when I was in college.I was never been into a relationship and then there was a guy I had a little crush on.I really liked him.After a month on new year's eve he asked me to be his girlfriend.I was on the ninth cloud.I was falling madly in love with him.After 6 or 7 months our relationship turns out to be a toxic one.He used to abuse me and my family he starts ignoring me and always talking to another girls.A girl( his girlfriend before me) told me that he proposed me just because he wants to make her jealous and she was on the call when he asked me to be his girlfriend.
That was the biggest shock to me.I hated that guy.That day I realised he was just playing with me.I was just a time pass for him.

Good lord. I moved to a new town the summer before my 5th grade year. Met one of my future classmates in Pop Warner cheerleading over the summer, became friends. Well, that was a mistake. For one, the kids in my class were horrible toward new people It was like a full year hazing to see how often they could make new people (student or teacher) cry.

And the girl I made friends with? Psycho- or sociopath in the making. She got her kicks by being super friendly to my face, and then behind my back telling this group of girls known for being bullies that I was talking crap about them. I had no clue who they were. The group of girls spent months threatening to beat me up after school, and I had no idea why. Joke ended up being on the psycho backstabber. Find told my mom about the issue at one of the parent days, and she got the lead bully’s mom involved. Turns out, she was actually a nice person, just a bit hyper defensive. Ended up being close friends until I moved out of state a little over 4 years later. Never associated with the psycho girl much after that.

I will say that until I made friends with the 2nd girl, the only reason I made it through the bullying that year is because a group of older kids actually had to step in and threaten some of the kids in my class. My 7th grade year, my class managed to run 2 students and a teacher out because they were so awful to new people. Psycho girl was the ringleader for all of it. I did what I could, but I’m only one person and I was still not “one of them”. I have 4 years of horror stories about some of the people from that school. Teachers were pretty awesome, though, so that made things more bearable.

I have always not been very popular. I'll admit that I can be somewhat annoying at times but I have never been mean or said anything inappropriate and rude. I have always tried to be kind to others. I have a couple:
1) In 5th and 6th grade most of the grade hated me. This is because I called a few girls out for being mean and then they got revenge by spreading rumors behind my back. They started an "I HATE a nerd" groupchat and dischord. I complained to the teachers, nothing happened because they "didn't have proof". I complained to my parents, they told me to suck it up and that it was my fault that I was getting bullied. 6th grade was probably one of the worst years of my life. Luckily I had one close friend that was the only person that stuck by me.
2) This past year I was new to my school. This one boy in my grade decided that he had a problem with me. (I did absolutely nothing to him). I managed to get all of his friends and their girlfriends to hate me. They would talk about me behind my back and make snide comments to my face. One time I spilled my water bottle in class. It got all over my stuff and almost destroyed my computer. I began trying to clean it up. They rest of the class sat and watched me try to clean it up, laughing and joking about what a klutz I am. To be clear, they weren't just teasing. I clearly had tears in my eyes and asked them to stop. The teacher did nothing. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and screamed at them to please stop. The teacher finally looked up and called me to talk to her outside. The main leaders of the bullying looked smug. I went out into the hallway and the teacher proceeded to yell at me for interrupting class. I tried to explain it to her and when she finally calmed down enough to listen to me she apologized and told off the rest of the class. The bullies never got any sort of punishment.

Some of you might ask why my parents never did anything about this. They assumed that if I was getting bullied it must be because I did something wrong. They continually told me how I could change to be better and not get bullied.

My dad used to live with his boss and I would visit on weekends. This man was a horror, my mom even hated him and always called him "a punk" since he was much younger than her and she had known him since he was a teen (before I was born). Anywho, I've been bullied a lot by my peers but what this grown ass man said to me one day takes the cake. He pulled me aside, and for absolutely no reason looked me dead in the eyes and told me I was going to grow up to be a slut. I was 9.

Also, my grade 5 teacher once openly mocked me in front of the entire class for talking with my hands. She pranced around the class dramatically waving her arms around claiming she was me. I just hung my head at my desk and cried. Good thing out of this one, I told my mom. She. Lost. Her. Shit. That teacher learnt real quick where I get talking with my hands from. Step dad had to physically restrain her. Mother hen to mother bear in a nano second.

My dad used to live with his boss and I would visit on weekends. This man was a horror, my mom even hated him and always called him "a punk" since he was much younger than her and she had known him since he was a teen (before I was born). Anywho, I've been bullied a lot by my peers but what this grown ass man said to me one day takes the cake. He pulled me aside, and for absolutely no reason looked me dead in the eyes and told me I was going to grow up to be a slut. I was 9.

Also, my grade 5 teacher once openly mocked me in front of the entire class for talking with my hands. She pranced around the class dramatically waving her arms around claiming she was me. I just hung my head at my desk and cried. Good thing out of this one, I told my mom. She. Lost. Her. Shit. That teacher learnt real quick where I get talking with my hands from. Step dad had to physically restrain her. Mother hen to mother bear in a nano second.

Someone started bullying me telling me to go to hell and just saying awful things about me. Just because I said Billie Joe Armstrong was cute. -_-

Once in grade 7, I had a group of friends that I was always around. At the end of the year, they came up to me and told me that they don't like me anymore because I wasn't "like them" and that I was forcing everything on them. I am a very sensitive person so I didn't really handle it well. They called me dramatic and selfish for crying. I said in tears that I have no one else to be friends with and they said: "well just find some new friends. Not us." At that point, I was shaking with tears and couldn't stop myself from crying. The worst part about this is that they couldn't say it to my face 'cause they didn't want to get in trouble. They were all like, "You tell her" "No you go tell her". Yeah so in the end they just left me in the bathroom having a breakdown. Yeah.

I guess it's not really rude, more annoying. And I kinda think that I'm the one who behaved badly.

So, there's this kid in my 5th-period class. I prefer not to mention him so let's call him Andrew.
After ONE conversation, about books, he decides he has a crush on me. Andrew keeps this a secret until his friend spills the beans. I pretend to be oblivious the first time. A few days after, Andrew's friend tells me again.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like you," I said. Then, I walked to class.

Several days after that, Andrew asks me if I like him. I have a very short temper, so I got irritated this time. I probably hurt his feelings when I said this:

"I'm sorry, but I don't like your guts." (First thing that came to mind when he asked me, oof) I walked away.

Next week, he pesters me again, and I yell at him.
A few days later, he asks me again. I ignore him.

Then one day at lunch, his friend Zach gets my attention. Zach is a nice guy, but I already knew what was coming. Before Zach could say anything else, I lost my temper.

"I've told you once, I've told you twice, I've told you a MILLION times!" I shouted across the cafeteria. "I hate you, so stay out of my life!"

I had probably humiliated Andrew, as kids throughout the cafeteria started saying 'Oooooh' and started whispering and staring.

I thought he was done with me, as he did nothing after a month. Then, he started taking the things he knew I loved: my books. Most of my books were from friends who moved away, so that made me EXTREMELY angry.

One day, I got bad news from my friend, Keith. Apparently, he got paralyzed in an accident, and doctors didn't know if he'd make it, so I got really upset. Andrew decided to take one of my favorite books.Now, he didn't know at the time, but I had kept some photographs of me and Keith. Probably a dumb place to put something really important, but still.

I COMPLETELY lost it, screaming my head off so much, one of my friends had to slap his hand over my mouth.

Then, two weeks after that, he began following me and my friends around. Whenever I sat next to my friends in 5th period, he'd be always nearby. During free periods, Andrew would be following us.

I'm probably the mean person here, I don't know, don't really care. He's annoying as heck, so I don't really regret screaming bloody murder at the guy. It might seem stupid, but I have a REALLY short temper, and I'm really straightforward. When I say no, I mean no. That's not an invitation to pester me all day long.

This is just like one comic I saw on BP, but my 'friends' want me to join what they are doing, but when I finally get what I can to join them they already move on to something else.

My wife band me from watching porn. That felt pretty mean.