Little things from the past that still piss you off

[Jinxdoesit]

I split from my EXH a couple of years ago. There wasn't too much animosity and we divided our things without too much hassle when selling the house except for one item. There was a stunning Laura Ashley dining table that I had bought at a really good price in a sale, we debated over who should get it as we both really wanted it. Eventually I backed down and let him take it. I didn't think too much about it at the time, I was moving back in with my parents temporarily and didn't know where I'd end up or if I'd even have space for it so I thought fine, he could have it.

Now I'm buying a new place that it would look perfect in. I know his place isn't big enough for it and that he has stuff in storage so I assumed it was in there. I called and asked if he happened to still have it and if so and he wasn't going to be using it could I have it. Turns out, when we left our old house he gave it to the new buyers for free because they liked it!! This was just after we'd been arguing over it and he knew how much I wanted it, yet he then just turned around and gave it to someone else that he didn't even know!

I found this out a couple of months ago and now every time I'm looking at tables for my new place it pisses me right off! My EXH had this thing about being a 'nice guy' and wanted everyone to see him that way, but was worse with people he didn't really know so I know this will have just been a way of being 'such a nice guy' to the buyers of our old house rather than a spiteful act against me but it still sticks in my craw!

What small things has someone done to you that still pisses you off ages later?

I feel you @atlastifoundit

My dad does similar even now, nothing that really matters but it is a bit annoying when you choose a specific thing!

@whojamaflip

Turning 17 and my father had said for years he would get me my first car. Went out for dinner at a very expensive restaurant and was handed a box and told happy birthday. Opened it to find a toy mini car inside so got rather excited that the real thing would be waiting on the drive at home. Only it wasn't..........in his eyes he had fulfilled his promise and bought me a car for my 17th 🙁 still hurts 40 years later.

That is just bizarre and well quite mean!!

Six years ago, with (now ex) husband, we travelled 300 miles for his cousin's wedding in a very expensive city and had paid £400 for 2 nights in a crappy Premier Inn to be there (no other hotels near the venue). DD was 3. I was pregnant with DS, and obviously not drinking and whenever I was pregnant ExH didn't drink either in 'support' of me.

The night before the wedding the guests - most of whom were local, as the groom was from this city - all went for a meal at Prezzo. Between DH, DD and me we had:
1 Margarita pizza (it was mine, DD shared)
1 pepperoni pizza
1 dessert shared between ExH and I
2 cokes

I brought DD's water bottle along for her to drink from.

A total of about £30 if we were adding on a tip IIRC.

The rest of the guests were ordering bottles of wine, whisky, having 3 courses plus bread, olives, etc. I just assumed, because I'm not a dick, we'd pay for our own considering we weren't drinking.

Then the best man pipes up when the bill comes "it's £40 per head" I was but thought 'don't say anything, it's Emma's wedding, we can afford it, let's not make a fuss'. Handed 4 x £20 notes over only to be told "well it's £120 for you guys because of your DD". I thought you cheeky bastard and said "She didn't have anything, and we actually only had one and a half courses each and weren't drinking at all, so really we are already paying over the odds putting £80 in". I was proud of myself for not letting them take the piss even more, I continually work on my assertiveness and this was a big deal for me to have the guts to say this.

And DH told me in front of everyone to stop being so tight, apologised to the best man for me being so rude and handed another £40 over. I was furious at him, it was really embarrassing. The worst thing was he'd gone spare at me the week before because I bought a new dress for that wedding in the Debenhams sale for £30, he said I could have re-worn one I already had and needed to be more careful with money happy to subsidise other people's meals to the tune of £90 though because what people thought of gym mattered more than his wife

@Jinxdoesit

At 6, I was rubbish at sports (and still am today) but at school sports day I somehow found myself leading the sack race by a mile. Just before I got to the line Sean Burke went past me running (there was a hole in his sack!) I am still annoyed that he wasn't disqualified!

Sorry but the image of this made me laugh!

Me too 😂😂😂

Also Sean Burke is a naughty boy name 🤣

A group of 'yummy mummies' as I can imagine them describing themselves not wanting me, a young looking younger mum (I guess?!) with a 4 month old baby sitting with them at a cafe bump and baby morning. They said 'sorry do you mind telling us how old you are..' and then one of the said in a dismissive voice 'since your baby is a month different in age to ours you'd be better sitting on the next table'. They knew each other from an NCT thing but were sat in this mums meeting area so I thought they'd be open and friendly. There was no one on the other table and I'd only popped in for a tea and to chat with other mums. I was 24, I didn't get it at all.
I actually became friends with one of them afterwards, still speak to her now several years on but have never mentioned this initial introduction.

When I was at uni, the accommodation team took £12 from everyone in the block from their deposit because of a broken window in the common room. They knew who'd smashed it, the vast majority of us were nowhere near. Out of principle I fought hard for that £12. I never got it back. Apparently that's just how they deal with all damage in communal areas .

I inherited a necklace from my Gran who had recently died from cancer. One day my boyfriend was being nasty and he purposely reached out and grabbed my necklace and snapped it off my neck. I wish I had punched him in in the face. But I didn’t. I was young (18) and stupid so I just quietly picked up my necklace and put it in my pocket. He knew full well that it was a gift from my deceased Gran and he did it on purpose. I was also stupid enough not to leave him for a good few months after it happened (his violence escalated and in the end I did tell him to get lost).

DH is a bit like this. Once he was going away for the weekend with the children (I was working) and asked to use my car as his wouldn't be available. I assumed it was being repaired or something and said yes, though it was really inconvenient. Shortly beforehand I discovered the reason his car wasn't available was that he'd decided to be Mr Nice Guy and lent his car to a friend. By that time it was too late to do anything about it, but I pointed out to him that he wasn't being nice at all, in effect he was forcing me to do his friend a favour and I was not at all impressed.

I was Wendi-ed by my now ex's friend and brother.
I agreed to let them live with us in a bigger flat (I was a total pushover then) as I felt sorry for them (both a bit weird with very few friends and social skills), so introduced them to my friends, made a effort etc etc, unfortunately the friend was a very intelligent and sly person who knew exactly how to charm my friends, pounce on my weaknesses and turn everyone against me. Would have digs at me in front of everyone, and make me look like the bad guy. Doesn't piss me off now (long time ago,) but when I first started on MN and read about wendy-ing, it clicked in place that it had happened to me.

When I was about 10 my grandma paid for my family to go to the panto in a theatre next to a big shopping centre.
During the interval my mum took my DSis and I to the toilets. I was in front but DSis pushed past me to get into the only free cubicle.
About 2 seconds later a girl came running into the ladies and was sick all over me... honestly head to toe in vomit, it was everywhere. My mum did the best she could with paper towels and water but then made me go back into the theatre to watch the second half of the panto. I absolutely stunk of vomit, was wet from being cleaned up and tearful and people around us kept sniffing and asking "can someone smell sick?!"
If this happened to one of my DC I would have sent my DSiS back to watch the panto with my grandma and dad and then taken me to buy some new clothes from the shopping centre and then gone for a hot chocolate or something but I know my mum didn't want to upset my nan who had paid for the tickets. Still mad with my DSis for pushing in front of me 25 years on!

A very minor one to just to lighten the mood - I have a few others.

So I'm on placement for my PGCE and teaching a class about network topologies.

So I had the students act out different topologies and instead of packets of data I used packets of sweets.

Lesson went well, students all ate sweets and hopefully understood the different networks and advantages / disadvantages.

Discussing the lesson with the observing teacher we both suddenly realised not one of the kids had even offered either of us a single sweet.

Another one (this is actually quite cathartic!) When I was in Reception there was a little boy in my class who was blind. He was lovely and I used to really enjoy playing with him.
One day I was telling my teacher that I thought he was blind "because when he was in his mummy's tummy a bright light was shone in his eyes." Obviously completely incorrect but I was 4 or 5 years old.
In our next school assembly the topic was all about people being different and disabilities. My teacher stood up and said "well Polexia knows why people are blind". She made me stand up in front of the whole school and tell everyone what I had told her previously. I still remember all the teachers laughing at me when I said it and it took me years to have the confidence to speak in front of people again.

Teachers are not coming out of this well at all :(
So nasty.

Yep teachers not coming out great from the past at all!

My horrible teacher memory was my french teacher in secondary school.

She hated me, use to tell me to smile as my face would not crack. And bellow in front of everyone, ahhhh it's the smiley one ( sarcastically) my best friend!! She would always send me to sit at the front of the class with all kinds of accusations that were not true, like cheating, talking etc. She just simply hated me!

When it came to enter us for GCSEs She would not allow me to enter for the top 2 papers for french GCSE, despite me having a B average so would only let me do the bottom exams I which I could only get a C max!!

I pretty much told her to sod her french GCSE as I wanted to enter for the top 2 and I left her class. Did my french GCSE a year later at 6th form college and got an A!! That was one big A f**k off to that bitch!!!

When I was pregnant with my eldest, 8 or so years ago, I was on an online pregnancy forum and formed a friendship group with a handful of other ladies also due around the same time. All these years on, we still talk regularly, in a private fb group. As the years went on, the next round of babies came along and for every one, a collection was done by one of us and gifts bought and sent for the new baby and mum. I always contributed to the collection, sometimes was the one to arrange it and send the gift parcel. A couple of times I also made something to contribute (a crochet blanket, for example). I didn't have my second child until much later than everyone else. A miscarriage and a couple of years of fertility issues meant it took a while, but I now have my wonderful second child. After he came along, I wondered if I would get a parcel of lovely gifts from my friends. And received nothing.

I do realise I probably sound a bit grabby, but I'm genuinely not. These women are my friends and I have never, and would never expect anything. But the amount of time and money and thought that was poured into gifts for previous babies born, and they were there through all my conception worries and my miscarriage and knew how much I wanted this baby to come along. And yet I received nothing. My 'baby' is nearly 2 and a half and it still grates a bit. But I'd never say anything to them.

I was about 7 or 8 years old, it was a day out for Brownies and we needed a packed lunch. Because it was a Saturday my mum decided she couldn’t be bothered to get up and get me sorted, she had asked a neighbor to take me (who also had a child in Brownies). I had to make myself some sandwiches, but there was nothing in the house to put in them so all I had was bread and butter. There was no fruit or anything else to take. I couldn’t find a flask so had nothing to drink. Neither parent (or any older siblings) got up to see me off. It wasn’t particularly early, I was leaving about 9am.
The neighbors child thankfully shared her lunch with me. I was embarrassed and upset, it was so obvious that that my family couldn’t be bothered.

Over 40 years later I still feel pissed off at the laziness and selfishness of my parents that day. I go ott now to make my kids feel cared about.

People ignoring my birthday, I don’t know why. It started at sixth form when I’d been out for everyone’s 18th and then when it came to mine it was barely acknowledged. It’s a pattern that’s been repeated and repeated.
I can only think of one job where everyone treated me the same as everyone else and we all went out for a big meal each year, same as everyone else.
It still continues to this day. I’ve a friend who lives close who knows it’s my birthday and ignores it (whatever) but then drops huge hints that it’s her birthday a couple of weeks later and I'm sure is annoyed I do.
My policy now is to ignore almost everyone else’s. I’m sure it makes me seem mean but I’ve had enough of making an effort, buying presents and going to parties. Nope. The number of times people I know will say ‘oh it’s your birthday next week’ and that’s it.
My SIL/BIL are the worst. I’ve never had hardly a card from them but have been expected for decades to travel hours and hours for theirs. I don’t now and they are furious (DH who is on my side does the same).

I thought I didn't have anything, but reading these has brought all sorts back!

I was a very good and quiet child, always afraid of getting things wrong. I was sat in class (about 1998) and the boy next to me was rolling a cigarette, backpack on table, completely disengaged. I made a comment to him and the teacher went nuts. Yelling, pointing, and then saw a random bit of paper that had been tucked in the back of my exercise book (we picked books from a stack each lesson) that someone had hole punched all the way around. That enraged her even more, and I was sent out of the class for 'defacing my worksheet'. A brief glance at it would have shown her it was a completely different worksheet than we were using, my actual worksheet was next to it, and I didn't have a fucking hole punch!!

God that feels better.

My yr6 teacher told me I 'would never amount to anything'. Horrid woman.

Same teacher - I'd often stare into space during maths tests as I did mental arithmetic. She had a real problem with me 'daydreaming' and would often tell me off for it when I was just thinking about my work. I was quite bright and would often finish tests early, and I noticed she would always be watching me when I looked up. So when I finished one day, as an act of rebellion, I stared right at her with a frown until the test finished. She was really smug when she collected my test and made a comment about wasting time daydreaming. I'd answered all of the questions and felt so vindicated

I used to get really embarrassed by DM hissing 'say thank you!' at me when people were giving me something - she always did it while they were still speaking or before they'd actually given me the thing, so I never had chance to say it independently and thought it looked like I was rude and wasn't going to say it.

Back in the olden days when wood chip wallpaper was all the rage, my parents tried to convince me that you had to match up the wood chips on the joins. Same as you would with patterned wallpaper.
I remember very clearly arguing that they were wrong and even demonstrating why they were wrong.
They thought it was a great joke. I was in tears because I couldn't understand why they would think this was true. I think I was probably about 10 at the time.

They still bring it up occasionally. I have to just go along with it. But it still annoys me. And put me off wallpaper completely.

I was sent to the school office by a teacher 'to collect random item' so off I trot, knock the door, and say 'miss x sent me to collect random item'

In my head this conversation would go
office 'hello, can we help?'
Me (nervously, I was very shy) 'miss x sent me to collect random item'
Office 'oh, yes, it's here' / 'it's in other location'
Me 'thank you! Bye'

What actually happened was:

Me (nervously) 'miss x sent me to collect random item'
Office (sternly) 'did she say anything else?'
Me (worried) 'no?'
Office 'she must have. What did she say?'
Me (confused) 'Weatherwax, go to the office and ask them for random item'
Office 'did she say the magic word?'
Me (really confused, never heard that before) 'umm, I don't think so? I don't know?'
Office (patronising) 'did she say please?'
Me (upset and embarrassed) 'no...'
Office (annoyed) 'she must have. Ask again'
Me (upset and nearly in tears) 'please can I have random item?'
Office 'there! That wasn't so hard, was it!'
Me thank you

@Starbonnet123

When I was pregnant over 30 years ago all I wanted was a maclaren dreamer push chair with the newborn wedge for my baby , my mil offered to get the pram for us and I was so made up . Baby was delivered and so I thought the pram would be too but my mil had forgotten what she'd said and she'd bought my sil's 2nd hand pram off her that she'd bought in the the first place to give to me . I was absolutely gutted but told by my now ex to not be so ungrateful . It still rankles after all these years so much that when my daughter was expecting I made sure she got exactly the pram she wanted .

Same sort of thing here - again 30+ years ago. Had to have the cot that XH had had - and the rest of his siblings - it was a family tradition (apparently). DM very disappointed because she had wanted to buy a cot for first grandchild, still .. tradition eh?

They got it out of the loft and it was a bit manky - they gave me the mattress too as "there's nothing wrong with it" but I binned it and my DM got me a new one from Mothercare. My DF spent ages painting the actual cot to make it look half way decent and yes I used it for both kids.

When my youngest was not quite ready to come out of a cot, in PILs came along looking a bit embarrassed. Could they have the cot back please? No other grandchildren on the horizon - no, the friends, who had lent them the cot for their last 2 kids (there was a gap between the first and the last two) wanted it back for THEIR grandchildren - tradition you see! So it hadn't been my then DH's cot at all - tradition my arse! Also, because she lived abroad, their eldest daughter couldn't have the manky traditional cot and got a lovely new one.

Still irritates me now!

@marmaladehound

Wow some of these are fascinating. Recollecting wrongs from childhood. Some very sad though.

The one I cannot let go of is a so called friend of mine asking me what my fathers will was straight after I told he that he had died ( which was the day before!) she had some illusion that I was going to inherit vast sums of money, so took many opportunities to ask about elderly relatives wills!!! She is no longer my friend.

Former friend when FIL died snapped 'I guess this means you will inherit' and stalked off.

We brushed it off because we knew she had recently been told by her parents that as she did not have children they were skipping her entirely and leaving everything to her sister who did have children, so we thought it was because of her own hurt and pain.

The thing that finally made her a former friend was when we put the DCs in private school and she told us we were Tory scum.

BIL tried to insist we took their cot and then proceeded to tell loads of lies about it, like it was a cot bed (it wasn’t) and it was a different colour than what it was. It was already being used by another family member at the time for their new born as well. He was furious about it, it was really odd. Oh and we would have to drive 5 hours each way to pick it up too.

For my 18th birthday, my parents bought me a hairdryer. For my brother’s 18th birthday, my parents bought him a brand new car.

I was in a FB mums group.

I went through a very very bad patch. I was being bullied at work, my MH deteriorated significantly (I have psychosis), and I'd just found out I was pregnant with twins, but that I couldn't continue the pregnancy because it was too dangerous.

I posted in the group about it and rather than the support I expected, I recieved nasty messages telling me it wasn't the place to mention abortion, despite another mother mentioning a few weeks earlier how she wasn't ready for a second child and had an abortion.

It was quite a large group and they posted about all sorts, and as someone had previously been given support for having an abortion I thought I could get some too.
But nope. I couldn't. I left that group. 3 years later I'm still pissed off about it.