Free Write - Anonymous
Write an anonymous memoir about someone you dislike or someone you are afraid of. The surer you are that nobody is going to know who wrote it, the freer you are to write; but also -strangely-the more freely you write, the less likely anybody is to know who wrote it. You have angers and fears that nobody has ever suspected, right? Write.
I don't like him, i know a lot of other people do. But none of them know him like I do. I know the kid that he was when he would tease me in middle school. I know the kid that would point and laugh with him and all of his friends. Why does no one else see the same version I see? quite frankly that is the true beauty in personal connections. But that same pure beauty is the reason I hate him, while most others don't. It's our personal connection that flourished into a hatred.
ReplyDeleteHer name was Sarah. She loved to drink, but she didn’t like to smoke because she knew her parents wouldn’t like that. She was very outgoing while I was reserved and shy. She found me at the party and singled me out. The thing about Sarah is when she drank she got very hurtful. Not the kind of hurtful where I am in physical pain, but the emotional kind of pain. When she approached me, she immediately commented about how skinny I looked. I hated when she said that. She said she was my friend though. Our relationship didn’t seem friendly to me. It was always her making fun of me, or putting me down, or punishing me for not being how she wants me to be.
ReplyDeleteThey were fine at first, a friend that i considered my cousin, nice and funny and happy around me all the time. They recently broke up with their girlfriend, turns out she cheated on him. While we were on FaceTime we talked about it and reminisced about old times before COVID. I brought up when they told me in 2019 that they had a crush on me and they said “ i was just playing about that” and kind of preceded to talk bad about me to prove their point, this is when i realized that they were projecting their feelings about their breakup onto me and trying to belittle me. 3 days later while at work, i missed a FaceTime call from them. I’m not ready to talk to them right now because that wasn’t cool of them to do at all especially as a friend and someone i considered family. Therefore i dislike them.
ReplyDeleteThey were one of those people everyone loved when I first met them. The type of person I got a funny feeling about. Over time that feeling became more apparent. The words she said got crueler and her actions became wicked. It took time for people to see what I did, which was frustrating to no end. But time has a knack for uncovering truths. People uncover their true selves eventually just like she did. Her own actions and words were her downfall. I guess you can say with people like her they end up being their own downfall.
ReplyDeleteShe is a bitch. Honestly she’s just a bitch. We used to be “best friends” sophomore year. I mean that in the loosest definition of friends because honestly she was more like a bully. I didn’t have that many friends so I took every friend I could get, even if they were toxic. She frequently called me fat and ugly and made me hate how I looked. Looking back it was crazy that she would say those things considering we were the same size and didn’t look all that different. I know now that she probably put me down to satisfy her own insecurities. We’re still “friends” today. Well, less friends and more friendly aquaintainces. She even goes to UK. But she has changed now. Now she cakes her face in makeup so that no one will see her freckles and wears clothes that would put her family to shame. I see her out in public and all I can think is “how can someone leave the house like that” She doesn’t even look like the same girl. I showed my mom a picture of her the other day and she asked “who is that” even though she drove her to lacrosse every day about 3 years ago. I don’t even know who she is now. But maybe that is a good thing.
ReplyDeleteHe haunted me during my early years in school. Pre-K and Kindergarten. I feared him and hated him. He made me feel belittled, alone, and small. I was such a nice kid at that age, I wanted everyone to be included. I would be standing with my friends and then all of the sudden I was pushed into the table or pushed into the play kitchen set. I would cry thinking “what did I do to deserve this?” It came to a point were I was used to it so I stopped crying. My voice was never heard unless I told my mom, then the teachers would listen to my concerns. Could they not see the marks that were left by him, the sound of the table and chairs moving and crashing because he pushed me yet again?
ReplyDeleteThis is a person I dislike. She was my bully in high school. Junior year and senior year she would come to my house and ding dong ditch me. She would prank call me and cal me fat and ugly. She would then proceed to make fake accounts on instagram and start rumors about me. She also made a tik tok about me. Although I did really hate this person, it made me laugh at some of the things she would do. The reason that she would do these things is because she was obsessed by my boyfriend at the time. He hated her just as much as I did. She does go to the same college as him and I went there and visited a few of my friends. I ran into her we talked for a whole hour. She apologized about everything and regrets what she did. I told her that I was over it and that if she wanted him, now she could. She said that she is over him as well and we then talked about how bad he hurt me. Although I did hate her, and still kinda do, it brought us together and now have a similar hatred for him.
ReplyDeleteI gave up my entire life to raise the kids I did not want in the first place. Gone was my education past an eighth grade level. Gone was my ability to find myself and who I wanted to be in life. Gone was my relationship freedom. Gone was my childhood. I dropped out of highschool and found a job that would hire me at 13, so that I could provide a comfortable life for the girl I thought would only be temporary and the child I was not prepared for. Of course the second one came when I was 15 and the third when I was 18. Of course she wanted to keep them all. She didn't listen when I told her our lives would be wasted, but she never did listen to me. So what did I do? As soon as I turned 18 I got a job in the oil field. I had to do what was best for my family, despite what I wanted to do. If I had got to choose my life path I would've gone to highschool, I would be single and living my life to the fullest; trying ever drug there is, drinking every day with no repercussions, sleeping with as many women as I want. Well... I do those things regardless! You've gotta make your life what you want it to be despite your circumstances that you were thrown into, that is what I am trying to teach my kids.
ReplyDeleteI thank God every day that I never have to see him again. His brown hair and maybe green eyes. I am not even sure of the color of his eyes because I never took interest enough in looking at his face long enough to remember such a detail. His stuck up smile that was never displayed other than at the expense of another. All the words he would speak under his breath to his friends but was always too much of a coward to say loud enough for you to hear. His nerve to judge other people's character before having a conversation with them. His rumors that would spread like wildfire because they were so engaging. The clever but awful nick names he could come up with on the spot. He was witty, I'll give him that much, but I thank God every day I am 300 miles away from his wit.
ReplyDeleteI remember the day before my interview, I sat in class next to my friends complaining about how scared I was. My family doesn't have much money, so I knew that if this didn't go well, I wouldn't be able to go to my dream college. I kept asking for advice on what kind of questions they'd ask me or how I should answer the words, "tell me about yourself". I knew that one of the girls I was talking to had done an interview similar to this one. When I asked her about how hers went and what I should expect, she sat with me and talked me through it. I couldn't help but wonder why she would help me after all of the years of my mistreatment towards her. No matter what horrible things I had done to her in the past, she never failed to show me kindness. I don't think I deserve so many chances, but she continually shows me every day that it's better to be kind to the ones that are horrible to you rather than sinking down to their level.
ReplyDeleteIt was the first three years of high school and everything seemed to be going fine. Plenty of friends from all walks of life and freedom like I had never seen at the time. But as time went on I met a girl, we acted as friends for some time but eventually she started to have feelings for me and wanted more, I did not. After I had told her I wanted nothing more she began to change. No longer would she laugh or make smart remarks, instead those moments of happiness turned to hate and disgust. It seemed liked no matter what I said or did her hate for me would grow. She tried ruining the friendships and relationships I had with others and at points even tried to slander me and my reputation with others. She would go around telling stories to others to make me seem like I was this terrible monster who had ruined her life and wanted to see me suffer. As time went on I became more and more afraid of her, wondering what made up story she’s going to tell next. But soon my fear turned into hatred as well and it was as if two polar opposite forces were trying to destroy the other. Eventually time went on and we didn’t have classes together anymore but when I would see her around school, I would still get shivers and scared deep down, dreading the though and wondering if she saw and if this was finally over.
ReplyDeleteThe fear of speaking up, the fear of saying something wrong, the fear of physical consequences, all of those fears are gone now. The friendship we once had was soured by blows to my self image and physical blows to my body. I no longer jump when someone raises their hand. I no longer brace myself when someone disagrees with me. I no longer hide myself in photos and apologize after speaking. Your impact on me is no longer there, and soon you will be a distant memory along with the others who have hurt me in the past. I am still angry at you though. We did everything together, and the closer we became as friends the more you showed your true self. I'm angry at you for not staying the same kind person you were when I met you. If you stayed the same we would still be conjoined at the hip, but you changed and ruined me and all our other friends. I am afraid I will meet someone like you again. I am afraid everyone I am close to will eventually become like you. I am afraid I will see you again and will go through everything again. Those fears linger, but fade with time and experience.
ReplyDeleteI’m an asshole. I know I’m an asshole. Everything I do is to benefit myself. I don’t care about anyone and I will force my opinions on people to control them to see that they then behave how I want them to behave. I know I’m going to hell but as long as I live a good life living then who gives a damn? I look like a pig, with a janky ass haircut, that smells like swamp water and just as disgusting as flies on a pile of shit. See, that’s why I have a bald-spot because even my hair don’t like me and wants to run away. If it weren’t for the fact that I have a baby mustache and still dropping testes people would think I wasn’t a real man. But little do they know– harassing women, being transphobic, homophobic and xenophobic- that’s what it takes to being a real man! I feel an inferiority complex and I have to compensate for being short so I make other people feel smaller than I physically am. I spawned into the world out of a dumpster on fire and I will return to it because that’s where a festering roach such as myself deserves to die.
ReplyDeleteI don’t like her. From a young age someone who was suppose to show me love and kindness was nothing but judgmental and unaccepting. No matter what I did it wasn’t good enough. She cared too much about what other people think. If I wasn’t “perfect”, I was worthless in her eyes. And no one would have ever guessed. The way she acts in public is not the way she acts behind closed doors. Because if she acted like her true self in public, people wouldn’t see her as perfect, and that’s all she cared about being. No one saw the screaming matches, the tears or the self-hatred she projected on others. They only saw a perfect family, and that’s exactly what she intended.
ReplyDeleteEver since she’s been hired at my job, I knew she was going to be trouble. I can see behind her fake smile and her phony personality, it wasn’t going to last long. I was praying that I wouldn’t have to train her because I knew she was going to be unbearable, her voice strains my ears and the sight of her gives me a headache. I was hoping she would only stay around for the next two months because it’s the summer time, but I was unlucky. The good thing is that she has always respected me because she knows I’m better at my job and that everyone seems to like me. I took advantage of this so that I could avoid her as much as I could, I beg my manager to put me outside whenever she’s doing register or I ask to be a drive thru bagger when she’s outside taking orders. I didn’t want to be around her because her ego is so high for someone who has nothing to offer. For the last year I was waiting for the day that I can go to college to get away from her, it would be a blessing. My motivation to apply to schools and get out of Marietta skyrocketed ever since she started working with me. As the year went on, my managers were begging me to stay and become a shift leader because they knew I was fit for it, but I wanted to leave Georgia more than anything. I haven’t told them I was going to Kentucky yet because I was nervous, but I knew the day would come. As I was being trained for the new position, someone blurted out that I was going to Kentucky for college, and as fast as I got the position, I also lost the position. It came to my surprise who was next in line for the position, the coworker that no one could stand. I was furious that my position was given to her who has done nothing for the company, at that second I wanted to quit because I felt so disrespected. I understand that I couldn’t get the promotion anymore, but why give it to her? Everyone that I spoke to thought it was a disgrace that she was given a bigger role because she uses it to control people. As I spoke my concern to my managers, they assured me that I would always be better than her and she’s only here for one more year, so there’s nothing to worry about. I just hope she would be gone once the summer rolls by, she’s been nothing but a bain to my existence. I’m sorry that Florida State would gain a horrible person in their Canopus, but that’s their problem now.
ReplyDeleteThere is a person in my life who I have not known long. In fact, I would like to say that I feel like they don't even truly "know" me. As I walk to class each day I dread the idea of knowing that I have to sit next to this person who I would consider a bully. I sit down in despair as I know that at least some point during the class will consist of me being made fun of, shamed, or picked on. I constantly feel like an outcast when I am with this person. They make me feel like I don't matter and that my thoughts are not valid. I constantly catch myself questioning my thoughts and answers while sitting next to this person because they always think that they are right. The thing that I dislike most about this person is that when I compare them to friends in my life that I consider to be true, real, and kind she does not fall under that category. It is hurtful to know that someone you met less than six months ago can hurt you so badly. There are times where I get tearful thinking of being in class and having to feel that pain of not being heard or valued. I do not want to say that I dislike this person because that would not be very kind of me. I have always grown up being taught a lesson that it will always be more beneficial to just be the better person. I will continue to show up to class and bear through the sadness that this person truly brings me but I know that I am very capable of getting through this difficulty as long as I focus on myself and not what she thinks of me. The sound of her and my group looking at me and then looking back at one another while laughing will be something that I always remember but also something that can allow me to learn the importance of being kind to others no matter the situation.
ReplyDeleteI would say a lot of people that are afraid of someone usually resent, or are angry with or just hate them. But this case is a lot different for me. I was definitely frightened by this person, he scared me for sure. But I knew that it was his job to be menacing to all of us. Once I really got to talk to him I learned he was a caring person. But in the moment he always frightened me. When he had to, he always seemed heartless and emotionless, like he didn't care about anyone or anything, which scared me, but that was his job.
ReplyDeleteI am speeding down the road. I know I'm speeding, but I don't care. Speed limits are suggestions. Swerving in between traffic. Bumpers so close they could whisper to each other. Break lights speaking for me. I'm in a hurry. The roar of an engine after a sudden take off. Tires screaming as they come to a stop. MOVE! I feel so angry. People stare as I pass by. I don't care. I need to get ahead. Other cars are only obstacles in my view. Objects in mirror are slower than they appear. 30, 40, 65, 75, 95, I'm ahead.
ReplyDeleteI have no siblings but my husband Brian has two sisters one older and one younger. We do not get along very well. In Fact I don’t get along with most of Brian's family at all so I just try to avoid them. His sisters expect to see their kids and come to all of their birthday parties, and give them gifts. First of all I hate kids. My nieces and nephews are sweet I guess, but I never know what to say around them. I always end up getting scolded for talking with them about something inappropriate. I’m sorry I was just curious if Kenny wanted any tattoos, he is only ten but you never know. Brian and I are also vegan and none of his family are. They are all animal eaters so I just hate going over there because they try to accommodate us, but to be honest I’d rather just be difficult and bring my own food and cause a whole scene while I prepare it. For the last 10 years I have been really good at convincing Brian we are too busy to go to any of their birthday parties or holiday gatherings, but recently Brian has been wanting to get to know his nieces and nephews more for whatever reason. They are so boring, and none of them go to MSU. Brian and I went to MSU and last Christmas I thought we really convinced two of them to go, but of course their mothers probably convinced them not to.
ReplyDeleteThere is a lot of things I dislike. Like tomatoes, mayo, and loud chewing, but when it comes to people, I like most people. It takes a bit to make me not like someone. That being said every now and again I meet someone that has done nothing too me, but I hate them, I hate them with my everything in my heart and then some.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in a Southern Baptist church, which meant three hours every Sunday morning split between chanting verses in Sunday School and listening to a slightly misogynistic sermon from a pew, growing up thinking I was to be the lesser of a household, and believing that the church, this church, was the only right way to a life in paradise after death.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there were the deacons.
Oh, they were so special. I don’t mean to mock the Southern Baptist convention, but I do feel a little relief every time I think about the deacon ceremonies with their wives next to them, always looking up to the men, but never standing in equality in front of the congregation.
When I was a child, before I knew any of the bad things about church (other than it prevented me from watching TV early in the morning), there was one deacon that frightened me. I don’t remember his name anymore, and I can’t really place his face either, but I remember the back of his head. He was balding, with white hair crowning his reddish head. I remember the back of his head because that’s what I would see when I would walk to our church pew, hand in hand with my mother and always peering around my shoulder to see if that head was anywhere close to me.
I couldn’t tell you why I was afraid of him. My body would just tense up whenever I saw that ring of white hair poking out above the crowd. I think I may have seen him talking to someone once, likely a child, and he probably just had a bad conversational face that made him look unfriendly to a three-year-old.
Anyways, Mr. No-Face-Balding-Head-Deacon-Man, you don’t scare me anymore. I am more scared of waht your position represents in a modern day society than your individuality. Maybe that makes me insensitive to your life and beliefs, and maybe you even believe women should be able to be deacons and preach from the Southern Baptist pulpit that is stained with misogyny and the sins of patriarchs past, but I am genuinely fearful of the power that the extreme Christian conservatives have in our country’s decision-making process.
Today, I don’t believe in the way of life that this church preached on me, nor do I subscribe to any religious organization that declares women or non-male individuals to be inferior or less capable in any way. But I still remember that deacon and the back of his head, and it is one of the most vivid images I still have from my time in the Southern Baptist world.
I do not like the Steelers offensive coordinator. He is terrible at his job, and he needs to get canned. In today's game, if an offense cannot score more than 20 points, something needs to change. I am a firm believer in if it ain't broke don't fix it. Obviously this dumpster fire of a coach does not believe in fixing something that is broke. He is insane. He keeps running the same plays over and over again, yet the still fail to work. Us Steeler fans have been counting down the days until he get fired. When that happens, there will be a party in the Steel City.
ReplyDeleteI’ve grown up in one of the most affluent areas in Tennessee: Brentwood. Not only that, but I have lived a sheltered life inside of a gated community. My father is the breadwinner of the family and throughout my life he has always been able to get me anything when I ask for it. One night, I was at a kickback with a few friends from my school and surrounding schools in my area. I went to this party during 2020 at the height of the pandemic and the Black Lives Matter movement. I’ve never really been interested in true allyship. It is more performative for me. I swear I have Black friends so I am not racist. However, I thought it would be clever to write a racist joke on someone’s chest. I knew that I could get a laugh from some of the other racist kids, and I didn’t think that I would get caught for it. I wrote “#BLM N****a” on someone’s chest and took a picture of it. I wasn’t thinking about the current events going on in the world or the hurt that this would cause minority members of my community. I was being ignorant and selfish. I only ever think about myself and I don’t care about showing human decency.
ReplyDeleteI've always been the one you leaned on. Sat in silence for hours as I listened to you, you didn't know half of what you were saying. You couldn’t understand your own feeling or perspective. And I sat, I listened and I lent a shoulder to lean on. In return I got light hearted laughter and lead on confusion. I planted myself next to him, always making sure he was supported. But he roamed like someone looking for a home. The occasional smile he'd send my way kept me firm in my decision, it gave me hope. And I waited and waited. We were always so close too close, and I convinced myself I was okay, content with this. It was unfair, selfishly unfair to me. When I'd stood by him when no one did the same. When I sat quiet as he tried to muster his feeling into words. I waited for him to finally figure out how he felt, and I suddenly had a hard time recognizing myself. I'd never been one to wait around for someone, I preached to my friends about how toxic and wrong that was, yet I was doing that same things for a boy. Not someone who cared about me, or put me first, barley a friend, a boy. The irony of it was my self-awareness throughout it. I joked about how stupid this boy was, how it'd be a miracle if he could ever piece together some remnant of emotion; and yet I was his shadow. I lost myself in his shadow. I let him take a piece of me, and as much as I hate him for taking it with him, I curse myself for giving it to him in the first place.
ReplyDeleteThe moment I knew that our friendship was over will forever be burned in my head. I was a young overdramatic teenager who was the biggest people pleaser in the whole world. I put my best friend at the time needs over mine all of the time. It did not matter the circumstances as long as she was happy I was happy. As I got older I grew this resentment toward her for never asking me how I felt about anything. She never showed concern if I was having a bad day, never told me hoe much she appreciated me as her friend. One day I expressed how I had been feeling lately and her response showed me her true colors. She told me that I was crazy for feeling what I did, she said that if I could not see what I expressed to her was pure insanity then I should just go find myself a new best friend. Which is exactly what I did. For the first time in my life I chose myself and my own happiness and I am thankful for our friendship because with out this moment I do not know what kind of person I would be today. I do not hate anyone, but she is someone that just being in the same room as her causes me to feel uncomfortable. She still is the most selfish person that I know and constantly finds new ways to make people feel bad about themselves including her boyfriend who is the best person alive, but is too in love to see her for who she truly is.
ReplyDeleteAs a young freshman in high school I had no idea what was coming for me. I had dated a boy for years and that was my first love experience, so I thought. Long story short he cheated on me during our freshman year with a senior girl. I was heartbroken and that was the most hurt I had felt up to that point of my life. This senior girl set out to make my life a living hell. I was young and I did let her push me around and ultimately bully me. I'm still not quite sure why she was so proud to be an 18 year old tormenting a 14 year old. Shoulder checking me every chance she got in the hallway, belittling me in every way she could, texting me off of my ex's phone just to hurt my feelings. I will always dislike her and she will always be one of the worst people I know personally. I was so scared of her at the time given she was a legal adult and twice the size of me when I was 14. I am no longer the least bit scared of her. The one thing I dislike her the most for is ruining my freshman year of high school. She left me alone after she graduated just the typical dirty look and under the breath comment when I would continue to see her around our small town after she graduated.
ReplyDeleteI truly hate seeing my sister's husband. He is so arrogant and frankly very annoying. All of our lives would be better with him out of them. Justin is the type of person to care only about what he wants and needs. He is the stupidest man I have ever met, and sometimes I think my sister is even stupider for continuing to stay married to him. Imagine the most self centered person you know and times that by 5 and then you might be close to the same scale that Justin is on. Meagan, my sister brought two beautiful babies into this world. You would think that would make Justin act better, put on example for his children. But it is quite literally the opposite that man has cared way less since the kids came around. He leaves in the morning for work and doesn't come back at like 9 pm. And I know for a fact that he did not work from 8 am 9 pm. He is a hard enough worker for that. So instead of after work coming home to help my sister with the kids, he goes out and sees his friends. Quite selfish, my sister has to stay at home all day everyday with two kids. That he will not take care of. Sometimes, Meagan tells me she is going to rip her hair out because of the constant repetition of her days. She doesn't have a car he does so she cant go anywhere, and by the time he gets back everything is closed. Now this is just a surface problem, we could way more into depth, but I would hate to bore you with how much I loathe my brother-in-law
ReplyDeleteHe grew up fearing everyone so his instinct was to be mean to everyone. He never knew how to be himself so he envied and bothered people who did know how to be themselves and have fun. Things were either his way or there was no way. Couldn’t ever take a joke because of his fear of everyone so he was very defensive and would rat you out. Would tell the teacher on you just for looking at him the wrong way. He always wanted to play games and sports with us until he started to actually play. He was always super rude to people when he was and wasn’t playing. We’d play too hard for him which always either resulted in him pouting and telling on us because we’re not getting him involved or he gets hurt and then tells on us. It always resulted in people getting in trouble. Every time he came around, people would always disperse because he was always looking to either get someone in trouble or just be rude to us so I didn’t like that, neither did anyone else. There were times where I’d find myself feeling bad until I started to talk to him or hang with him for a second, then I’d quickly realize why I didn’t like this dude.
ReplyDeleteI walk around as though I have no idea where I am, and I feel that if I put my hand out to shake hands with the ghosts around me people will believe that I am not clueless. I love to fall stairs while trying to walk up them, but also I love to publicly speak and act as if I have any idea what I am talking about, but since you do not believe me I will stumble over my words, read from a teleprompter rather than rationalizing things yourself. I love to say that inflation is not real and is a term only the left uses. I love to say Cmon man when I don't know the answer to a question or don't feel like answering it. I am someone who should not be where I am but i stay here because I need to just be the face of the operation, I have to make people think I’m in charge when in fact I am the one being told what to do. I have no idea where I am or how to function on a normal level. I am someone who is both loved and hated. I am someone who loves to raise taxes to put more money in politicians and government pockets. I am someone who enjoys giving away our oil reserves and then proceeds to give it away when we ourselves are running low on fuel, so rather than me give the reserves to the people that help pay, I will give it all to foreign countries and raise the gas prices through the roof. I am someone who truly needs an adult diaper, because I am a big senile wining baby that has done few good and many bad.
ReplyDeleteMaybe this is socially unacceptable to say, but I do think that I am better than most people. I feel like most people around me would also agree. It is a hard pill to swallow, sure, but when you analyze the metrics: looks, intelligence, social status, and most anything else, I just come in leagues above my peers. It’s not that I am not humble, I am just smart enough to know the reality. If that makes me a prick, that is fine by me.
ReplyDeleteIt’s hard living life like this, really. All my life, people have hated me out of jealousy. Even since elementary school, people saw my intelligence and harm as a threat. Of course, I am no threat to them, really, unless they come between me and my goals. Or if they want to start an argument, I love arguments because I always win.
No, they truly have nothing to fear or be jealous of. If anything, they do not need to worry because they simply do not concern me. The people around me are little more than chess pieces to me. If they can help me, I will utilize them, if not, I don’t mind sacrificing a pawn or two to help my checkmate. If they find themselves offended or hurt in this process, that is their own fault. I do not have time to purposely hurt people, so their offense is merely a side effect of insecurity and sensitivity. But I also don’t have time to worry about consoling or mending relationships. A chess master has no relationship to their pieces.
The person that i dislike is a girl from my high school. At one point we were friends, but it was one of those friendships where you knew the from the very beginning that it wasn't something that you should be continuing to involve your self in but you continued to make up excuses for them. I am not the only one that was bullied by this girl, many of my close friends were bullied by her as well and Im sure if you went around my high school asking girls who their high school bully was, i wouldn't be the only one that mentions her name. She was the type of person who would have a different personality each day. One day she would want to be best friends with you, and then the next she wanted nothing to do with you. I quickly figured out that the only time she texted me or wanted to hangout with me was when she needed something. Whether it was because she needed a ride somewhere that day or she wanted me to buy something for her, ect. and if you were not able to do these things for her she would become very upset. Everything was about her. She never cared about anyone else's feeling except for hers and only cared if she would be benefited. After a while, she began to try and draw me and my three best friends apart. She would always try to get one of us to talk bad about the other and then spread what we would say about each other. This is when i knew that i couldn't continue to be friends with this girl anymore.
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DeleteMy wife’s family has no place in my heart. Her parents have never done anything wrong, but I still hate them. I hate them so much that I wrote letters to them threatening them and telling them how horrible they are. After this, they filed a restraining order on me, which is understandable. My son and my daughter are so perfect, but I am not able to see that. My son is a pilot, doing the things he loves, and my daughter is working harder and harder every day to get her PHD in neuroscience. They both could change the world some day. My other son, is not the same. He followed in my footsteps. He is a low life. From a young age, he has caused many problems. From hurting my daughter and my niece, to stealing over five hundred dollars worth of fishing tools from my brother in law. I am not mad at him though, in fact I still love him very much because he is my son and we are both on the same page. My wife still stays in touch with the her family. When her mom died, she started going around them more. The thing is, is that she hid it from me. I am not an idiot. I know that her mom was staying on the same floor of the hospital that she works on, I know that she set that up. I know that her funeral was 4 days after she passed away. I tried to show up out of spite, and her family told me that they would have the police come if I did so. I will not back down, though. I want them all to know that I am still here, and I will be here for a long time.
ReplyDeleteI have had this awful person in my life that I had to face each and every day. We were best friends. It was very difficult for me to feel stress-free in these situations.I never knew the type of person I was going to get. The mood they would be in. I felt as if I was constantly walking on egg shells around them. I would walk into class everyday wondering what "problem" she would bring up to be today. We could not have a normal conversation for months. I have never felt more angry in my life than this time period. I quit detailing with her behavior because it was out of my control. I completely cut her off. She then begged and begged to be friends again. To this day, I still never answered her texts. Some people are not worth giving more chances.
ReplyDeleteIm kind of an asshole. Im not a toxic person, I have toxic traits. I may be over jealous even though I have no reason to be. Especially if the person isnt even mine. I know Im kind of an asshole but this one girl is a bitch. I hate her so much, if I could curbstomp anyone it would be her. Shes annoying, fake, and a piece of shit. But Im also afraid that she will be able to be likeable to eveyone else. Shes not. I feel that people will blindly like her without knowing half the shit she has done.
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Growing up, we are programmed knowing that our parents are going to be there for our entire life. They are going to be our protectors, providers, emotional support, etc. We see our parents as our superheroes when we are young and we stick to it throughout most of our life. Or that's what most or some people think. Unfortunately in some cases, that is not what happens. The so called "married love" that is shared between our biological parents tends to deteriorate as it progresses, whether there are factors to help move it along or it just happens naturally. Then the next person comes along. One of two things happens. You maintain the idea that this new person is going to be there for you no matter what as long as they are there. Or, they are someone there simply for their romantic relationship with your parent that is still in your life. Not to hate on the stepparents in this world, but in this case, I shall strongly dislike the majority. To continue the cycle of trauma or hate of a certain gender, based on your past experiences with them simply because you wish to maintain your "moral values" is absurd. I know, I know, you can't really do much about childhood trauma except for finding different ways to deal with it in healthy ways. Public Service Announcement, projecting your issues onto others, especially younger than you, and expecting them to be the bigger person is not a healthy way of dealing with your trauma. Neither is eating 2 dozen donuts, but that's besides the point. Unfortunately, to end the cycle, being the bigger and mature person in the situation, disregarding the MASSIVE age difference and type of relationship between those two people. Finally to say, I hope that this big change that was forced upon you has given you perspective concerning personal values, morals, beliefs/opinions, etc. Hopefully the maturity reaches the level it should have been at from the beginning and the ego contracts to a much smaller size.
ReplyDeleteI'm from Atlanta, Georgia and I would consider myself a pretty good baseball player. I even got to play in college. I went to Centre College in Danville, Kentucky which is this small liberal arts school. Classes there are really hard. I'm kind of surprised that I even got in to be honest, what with a DUI from when I was in high school on my record and all. I'm not that smart but my coaches made sure I got by and would get me out of any trouble that I got in. I'm gonna go on to have a good life and successful career, even though that bitch tried to lie on my name at the beginning of sophomore year. She was so insane.
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