Petty things you still can't forgive people for

[Milkbath]

I have two

First one is my SIL (husband's sister)
She means well, but we're very different people, and she can be brash and overbearing. We're constantly working on maintaining boundaries for her, as otherwise she'd stamp all over them.

When I had my baby, she arrived unannounced a few days after we came home. This coincided with the community midwife visiting, and instead of making her excuses and leaving, SIL sat there and listened as the midwife asked me all the usual questions, some of which were extremely personal. Meanwhile SIL's toddler DC was trashing the house. In hindsight I wish I'd said something, but I was so weak and exhausted. The midwife should have as well, she kept glancing over at sil with that sort of expectant "time to fuck off now" look but sil has the hide of a rhino. Midwife was younger than I was at the time and I think she was a bit intimidated too. Even sometimes now I think back to it and it infuriates me!

Some of these aren’t petty, they are fucking awful.
It makes me wonder how badly some people have been treated in their lives to think that they are petty.

Thank you @STDGisAnEvilWolefGenius it still bloody rankles. I get on great with my dsis, and I can laugh about it with her when we're together, but still seethe on the inside.

My sister in law didn't come to the funeral of my younger brother ; her husband's great aunt had a birthday party that day. I was upset and offended. But DH was glad because he realised that if she had attended he would have had to spend the whole day comforting her. I'm not sure which part of that is worse.

When I was twenty, my now husband and I were staying at my future in-laws, we were going out, and I was wearing a cream shortish skirt. It wasn't overly short, mid thigh, flat shoes, linen type material I said do I look ok and my mother in law responded,

You look like you should be standing on a street corner.

No shit. She actually said that. I never quite forgave her.

Oh and said mother in law, I was graduating and staying at their house for convenience . Twenty years old still, been dating her son for about three months, I had food poisoning and was vomiting. She cornered me in the bedroom and asked me if I was pregnant. I was deeply shocked.

The same woman was beyond delighted eight years later when I gave birth to her only grandchild...

All of dh family at a gathering with dh, me and our 3 children. Dh and I had been married for 15 years at that point. Mil says we should have a photo of whole family together. I am asked to take it. Sil has brought new partner who she has been with three weeks and he is in the photo which is displayed at pil house. Shortly after the photo was taken sil split from her dp who she then took a restraining order out against. But the photo of the 'whole family' remains in pride of place. I am fuming whenever I see it.

Every time the subject comes up - MIL and PIL speak over me and tell the story of how DP and I met....

Except they get it wrong.
They tell a story about how we met at one of their 'grown up' parties, neither of us wanted to go but luckily we did etc etc.
The party they talk about was my friends 21st, DP was my +1, we were already going steady by that time - (PILS know my friends parents, but weren't at the party). I think they like this story more because it implies they had some hand in us meeting.

They have been told over and over again that this was not 'the night', they still tell the story.
But what would I know, its not as if was there or anything......

When I was at school one of the other girls invited a big group of us to her brother's 18th birthday party. It was a dinner. I bought him a little present - nothing fancy, just a small token - but forgot to take it. I brought it into school the following Monday and gave it to her to pass on. I left the room but went back in a couple of minutes later. She had opened the present and thrown it in the bin. I'll never forget ... and I'll never forgive

My grandfather, a WW2 commando who landed on D-Day and held a strategic bridge during the ensuing few days, was accused of shop lifting in a House of Fraser by some jobsworth when he took a pair of dark gloves to the door to check the colour.

Fuck you. And I’m glad they’ve gone bust.

There is always some dickhead like that homeishere. In M&S I took a photo of a bottle of Christmas Irish cream I wanted, to send to my sister in law so she knew what to get me. A security guard came over and demanded I delete the photo, you can’t take pictures in here, if you don’t put your phone away I’ll have to ask you to leave, people only take pictures to tell their friends what they want them to steal etc. I had 3 small children with me, and he was looking very hard at the bottom of my pram as well to see if I had stolen anything. I just burst in to tears, he was so over the top aggressive for no reason. I didn’t even buy the cake I had in my basket, I just left out of humiliation.

After a second miscarriage my father told me to get the chip off my shoulder and stop talking about it. 😱

When I was a singer in the 90's, a guest reviewer in the NME called me a "simpering bat". I've never forgiven him especially as his band are shite and he can't hold a tune in a bucket.

@harrietsweetharriet I hope you’re Justine Frischmann. Or one of Fluffy.

Oooh another one (if anyone is still watching, haha)

I sang in a choir and took some time out to give birth to DS1. A couple of weeks after I came back, a lady had just made beautiful cot quilts to give to two members of the choir who had each become grandmothers of twins. The choir duly cooed over these lovely quilts, materials being paid for out of choir funds. Nothing for me who had actually given birth to a flipping baby just a couple of months before.

Moved into my first home with my now DH. I was self employed and couldnt afford to take any extra days off, went back to work the day after I moved in and came back to her having bought furnishings like rugs, cushions, vases and pot pouri and 'dressed' my house.

Sounds like a nice thing but I had always dreamt of owning my own home and being able to do what I wanted with it, I ended up having rang taken away from me and loads of shit in the house I hated.

I'm still pissed about it, 2 houses and 10 years later.

When i started secondary school, my school still insisted on using fountain pens, and you had to have one black and one blue! my DNan bought me a really posh set of colouring pencils and a Parker pen set. It cost a fortune at the time and she had saved for months to afford it. It had everything in it, but best of all 2 fountain pens! It really way my prize possession (i had never had anything with a "brand name" before)

Anyway, in several lessons i was seated next to this rather snobby mean but a teachers pet type girl, who was not impressed with having to share her space with a "the likes.of you"(her words). That was until she saw my posh pens! She had a WH smith "back to skool" kit, she commented all the time on how nice my pens were compared to hers, and asking to borrow them.
One lesson she ran out of blue ink and asked for one of mine. I told her a my cartridge wouldn't fit her pen, parkers were a different shape and mine were refillable ones, she complained loudly to the teacher i wouldn't loan her a cartridge, i tried to explain it wouldn't fit but the teacher insisted i gave her my spare cartridge. I was quite shy and scared of this teacher so i dutifully handed it over, hoping she would see it wouldn't fit and give it back but no she tried to jam it in her pen, but she aimed it towards me and squirted me with ink. Teacher screamed at me, told.me i had a lunch time detention and sent me (sobbing) to the bathroom to clean up. When i came back (stained blue like a fecking smurf) the bitch had nicked my second pen from my pencil case! I tried to tell the teacher but he was having none of it, she said it was her own and he belived her! Threatened me with after school detention if i didn't sit down and shut up!

I had to go home on 2 seperate busses, where i gained the nickname smurf! and explain to my parents 1. Why my shirt was fucked and 2 why i needed a new pen.
My dad went nuclear about looking after my things. I was grounded for four weeks and had to do extra jobs to pay for a replacement pen and shirt. He then phoned the school and demaned my original pen was returned. It took a week for the girl to admit she had it, teacher didn't remember me telling him anything, and by the time i got it back she had ruined it by scratching her initials into it and trying to force a different cartridge in and and she had snapped half of the nib! I never got an apology and the teacher whom i had for a further 2 years constantly made passive agressive remarks about sharing pens and pencils and to be careful when changing cartridges so you "Don'tend up blue, like Cynthia did".
Fucking wanker.

This was nearly 25 years ago and i still feel the rage.

When I was younger I was in a shop with my mum that did old bric a brac stuff, maybe about 10 so not a toddler or anything. Anyway, I went to pick up an item to look at the price sticker and practically had my hair shrieked off by the utter cow of an assistant about how I shouldn't be touching things, they could break blah blah blah. If I had broke it, it only would have been because I dropped it by having someone suddenly yell at me like that! If we have to drive past it now, I won't even LOOK in the shop's general direction let alone go in!

Oh, and another time I was on the train years ago and my bf at the time rang to wish me a happy birthday. It was only when I said hello what's up that I realised I was sat in the quiet carriage! I started to whisper "call you back" before hanging up when some snooty cow starts gesticulating and going it's the QUIET carriage, looking at me like shit on her shoe. Later on in the journey some suited and booted man is whittering away on his mobile stood right in front of her, and what do you think she did? That's right, fuck all. Bitch.

Invited to a previously-close friend’s wedding when DS was 5mo, and EBF. Childfree. Fine, I arranged to leave DS with DM during the ceremony, then I planned to leave straight away and DH would stay for the reception in his own.

Of course when we got there it was not child free, there were lots of children, both older and younger than DS, present. There was even a play area. DBride had never met DS, so I have no idea why he was singled out for exclusion.

Omg I've so many.

Was unfairly fired once and neither my boss nor the bitch from HR could answer my questions. I should have insisted that they be in the same room as each other and therefore accountable. They just blamed each other. Fucking bitches.

Not punching the shit out of more of the 'cool' girls at school who made everyone's lives miserable

Not going for a 'coffee' with a certain someone when he asked

Another one with a supposed mate announcing the birth of my DS on facebook before I had chance to

MIL arriving when DS had been born and starting to destroy the kitchen by cooking a frigging banana bread. Why did I not say anything? Why?!
Grrrr......

A colleague and I were pregnant at the same time (due the same month). It was winter time and it was icy outside. A very shit manager told my colleague to leave work early because it would take her longer to walk to the bus due to being heavily pregnant walking on the icy paths. I switched off my pc to go too and the f*cuker asked me where I was going and said 'only X can go'. X and I lived in the same area, got the same bus and shit manager knew that! I never made eye contact or acknowledged him after that!

I am still sooooo angry over this!

My ex-DH moved interstate and my then 3 year old was really excited to spend a day with him because he hadn't seen him for a while. It had been arranged and my son was collected early in the morning. I got a call from a day care centre on the other side of town in the afternoon saying my son was unwell. I'd never heard of the centre at all and told them they must have the wrong person. Nope. Turns out a friend called to catch up with my ex while he was in town so he dumped our son at a centre unknown to him or I and left him for the day. I'm feeling sick just writing this because it makes me so angry and sad!

I am the queen of grudges, I do not budge.

One happened about 40 years ago when my mum and dad bought me a pram for my dollies. I family friend came round as they did usually on a Sunday, and he managed to break it by stepping on the wheel and breaking the axle. Instead of fixing it, he skulked off home in a drunken stupor. My respect for him died that day and I still think he’s a twat.

At the weekend I saw the girl I was friends with at school 35 years ago who stole my ring and a Carebear toy. I’m still holding that grudge as I didn’t speak to the cow and she knows why.

The priest who persisted that dc were not welcome in the main body of the church and only the back entrance. Well, now I don’t go to church at all, so no money in the coffers for you you tosser!

My husband was running a course at work, which he has run annually for years. One person was struggling on the course and went upset to her supervisor. Said supervisor emailed by husband’s supervisor offering some ‘hints and tips’ for running the course and calling my husband a ‘clown’.

The supervisor himself used to run the course years ago and got kicked out of the training department for dishonesty/general incompetence.

The person who was struggling went on to pass the course anyway.

I still seethe every time I see the supervisor but it’s not my place to say anything as much as I want to!

Oh and another one- my husband’s first wife was a total bitch. When they were getting divorced, she stayed in the house and he carried on paying half the mortgage. They had two cats together. One day she suddenly announced she’d found somewhere else to live and was moving out in a week. She had insisted on keeping the cats but the day she moved out she told him she didn’t want them any more. We lived an hour away and I know she just did it because she knew it would be an inconvenience for us to drive down twice a day to feed them. I had s car of my own so it wasn’t possible to bring them to my house at the time. Luckily a friend of mine had just been given notice on her flat so she moved straight in and looked after the cats.

Just shows what a heartless cow she was that she could just up and leave the cats without a second thought to their welfare or if they were going to be cared for. All she cared about was making life as difficult as possible for my husband. Thank god they didn’t have any kids!

I still feel rage to this day but it cheered me up when I saw that she recently got a dog and it is ugly as fuck