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!

I got kicked out of the recorder choir in first school not because I couldnt play but because I played left handed and I would look odd compared to everyone else

About a month ago a male, naturally, customer said my plait made me look like I'd just got out of bed.

When I was in primary school a note was passed round the class saying "Miss Jones is a fucker"

The whole class had to write the alphabet out on a piece of paper.

She analysed the writing and decided it was me who'd written the note.

It most definitely wasn't. The injustice stings to this day!!

Then there was the year I asked Santa for new roller boots.... So did my brother.

On Christmas morning there was one pair sitting, on his pile, they were blue and yellow. I was upset. My mother said Santa said we had to share..... tell me how we could both play with them at the same time. That sucked.

I am 42 now and both incidents happened when I was 9/10.

We had to buy a scrap album and fill with pressed flowers for a project in primary school. Our form teacher promised us the pupil with the best album would be given a prize. I worked hard on mine, I loved doing it and put my heart and soul into it.

A week after we all had all handed them in the teacher said she had narrowed it down to two very good albums, one was named, it belonged to the girl who we all knew was this teachers favourite pupil but the other wasn't, she held it up to see who it belonged to & I nearly passed out when I realised it was mine (so did she I think). My teacher became a bit flustered and said she couldn't possibly choose and sent me to the next class with the albums to ask their teacher to choose, so off I trot next door. The teacher looked at them both and let the other kids look at them and almost everyone there said mine was the best. The teacher really made a fuss said it's decided by class 5 that this is the winner, I was thrilled and blurted out thanks Miss, it's mine!

I went back to class and told my teacher what class 5 had decided and was told to go and sit down and that was it, I was never given any prize. I thought to myself that I would receive it the next day or on the last day of term but nothing, it was never mentioned again. The other girl glared at me for the rest of the day and we both knew somehow that if her album had been chosen then she would have been given the prize.

I was a bit disappointed at the time but it didn't bother me too much as I was so thrilled and suprised at the reaction to my album by everyone. It was a while later before it seemed really unfair and I felt hard done to.

The lad I really fancied at school shouting back at me in front of everyone as we all walked home "You're so fat, even WeightWatchers wouldn't take you!"

He requested to friend me on FB a couple of days ago and he's absolutely massive now (I'm still fat too)

At a family get together I ended up being shadowed all day by a nephew. He is a handful, isn't great round other children and can't do much independently. His mum laid on a sofa all day, sorted out her own food and left me to see to her DS.

DD asked her to get her a cup of water, she actually tutted and told her it wasn't her job to make her drinks.

My horrible ugly neighbours for using my bin to dump their dog poo amongst other things. I hate them. Her horrible gravelly fake SE accent. His face that you'd love to slap (think David Cameron).

Their shitey flash cars that aren't paid for yet and so out of place on the drive of a little cottage. Pair of wankspangles.

After DD was born, i was adamant i didn't want my mum coming to stay (she was in the hospital so she had seen, cuddled baby, and knew i was ok, all was well etc). DH and i just wanted some time to settle into a new groove at home.
She left it a week and then rocked up with her suitcase to stay and "help" for a few days. I managed to be just about ok with that, even coped with her cleaning my kitchen and moving things around. Just things i've learned to deal with even though it drives me nuts.
What still makes me seeth though is that she bought me new tea, coffee and sugar cannisters because she didn't like the ones i had. Threw out mine (admittedly old and ugly) and replaced with her new ones. For seven years, everytime i made a cuppa i'd get annoyed.

Almost 10 years ago, when my twins were about four months old, I was meeting as yet childless friends at 9am a 45 minute walk away.
It had been a tough night and I popped the twins in their pram in clean babygros and headed out.
One of my friends made a comment 'I can't believe you haven't brushed their hair.'
They hardly HAD any hair.
A couple of months ago she had her second child. She posted a lovely picture of her, her DH and her DC at the park last week. The baby's hair had not been brushed.
It was so hard not to make a snarky comment, but it was a lovely photo of a lovely day out so I resisted.

I was given a middle name when I was about five; my Mum chose the name Jane. There is however a more unusual spelling, Jayne, and of course that's the spelling I've ended up with. Mum is adamant that I picked that spelling - I fail to see how she can argue that since before she picked it, I didn't even know you could spell Jane with a Y. I desperately wanted the boring spelling and I remember begging her to change it. Even now, more than 2 decades later, every time I write it, I inwardly bristle.

My ex's mother said I had "trapped her son" when I had given birth 3 days before to dd ........

Funnily enough she now wants to be friends so she can see said dd as she's "100% her grandchild"

FYI they've never had a dna test 🙄

Oh and I'll never forgive one of the midwives who treated me. Most of them were lovely but this one...
Scared the life out of us at antenatal class about how epidurals were the devil's work. Told me when we worked together in a professional capacity years later that she had one.
Snapped at me when she found me awake, in lots of pain, the day after the birth. Told me to lie down and go to sleep and that it was all normal. I stood up and haemorrhaged 800ml of blood onto the floor, back into theatre.
When she booked me in for my next pregnancy asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it again as I found it so hard last time.

Boy from middle school STILL owes me 12p for a vending machine plastic cup of orange squash... with 20 years of interest I'm sure I could buy a whole bag or oranges with that by now!

I hate people who don't say phone numbers in the correct format.

5 digits for the code, then followed by 6 digits for the rest. And yes that includes mobiles.

Any other way of saying it is just confusing and WRONG.

I feel good getting that off my chest.

YES that drives me up the wall.

this isnt petty but put a massive strain on our family life for years

i cant forgive the bitch y4 teacher who mentally and on 1 occasion physically bullied my then 10 y old(14 now) in to a 3 and half year nervous breakdown with agoraphobia thrown in(why we had to home educate)

to this day hes still not 100%

i took my complaint to the very top but because they closed ranks with each other i was told there was no evidence to back my claims, even though a class full of kids backed up my sons version of events, and as i physically attacked her outside the school gates they couldnt take it further,this took 6 months after taking my child out for severe stress which turned in to a breakdown

i admit i did give her a pasting the day my boy came out screaming that mrs * has just slapped my back and pushed me through the door and slammed it behind me
after marching in(obviously fuming) the head refused to see me but i knew it happened as kids came running up to us saying whats just gone on

so after taking my boy home(5 min walk)and leaving him with his dad to calm him down i went back and waited for her to come out and when she did i asked her what had happened and she stared screaming at me and getting in my face so i did snap and laid her out(im a big, strong tall girl)they didnt ring the police which proved to me she was guilty and they knew it

from that moment on he never went back

that night i found out she been mentally bullying him since the september(this was january)and he just didnt want to say in casew he got in to trouble, one of her fave thing to say to him was she didnt want disabled kids in her class so he has to buck up and catch up

he was behind as he has many disabilities and development delay is one and hes 2-3 years behind

months after taking him out i was told by another parent the teacher and the headmaster mysteriously "retired"after the half term at the same time even though they were only in their 40s

to this day i hate the bitch for the torment and anguish my disabled son had to go through alone as i really had no idea

home education was the best thing we discovered

there is/was no option of changing schools, as here you have to go to the local village one if you want to or not(same with doctors) and any special schools are miles and miles away(im deep valleys of south wales)

just read it back and sorry its long

In 1977 I was in hospital, my dad was in the Army and we lived in Germany. The hospital was a good distance away from where we lived and my mum didn't drive then. This meant I only got a visit when my dad was able to drive her.
One day she asked if I had enjoyed the chocolate fingers she had brought the last time and left with the nurses.
I had noticed a male nurse with chocolate fingers in his tunic pocket a few days before.
That was the closest I got to my chocolate fingers

@24hourhomeedderandcarer

Wow, I don't think you should be bragging about physically attacking a teacher.

I spent two weeks making a Sindy doll dress in 1979 for a competition at school. I had absolutely no help or encouragement, my mum worked full time and I had lots of siblings.

My close classmate (who I knew couldn't sew as we had sewing lessons together at school) won, I came second.
I was so cross, and asked her if she'd made it herself and that it wasn't fair if she'd had help. She just turned to me smirking and said, of course I made it all by myself.

He mum sewed and the quality of the dress, made carefully on a machine shouted mum! She was an only child and very much indulged.

We were 10 years old. I have never forgotten or forgiven her for cheating and wining.

My sister and I had babies within a few months of each other. Her baby was a dream. Mine unfortunately had severe colic and reflux and let’s just say the first year was incredibly hard and stressful .

My cousin visited from America and met with us both with our babies on different dates. She told my sister afterwards that she hoped whenever she had a baby that it was like my sister’s and not mine!!
Boy, that stung I still think she’s a bitch all these years later

I worked in an office of about 10 women when I was in my early twenties, we were all friends and had a good working relationship.

One day my boss called me in and said that one of them had told her that when she goes out for lunch, I put my feet up on the desk and make personal calls 😂 Anyone that knows me would know I would NEVER do that.
She wouldn't tell me who said it either and I have never found out.
It was almost 30 years ago and I'm still pissed off!

Was beat friends with a girl called Kay all the way through secondary school we were so close always at each other’s houses, my parents treated her like another child and vice versa - people used to say we were sisters, when we went to college we meet another girl called Charlotte who we both become really close to as well and we did everything together. I found out Charlotte was sleeping with Kays boyfriend of 2 years and told Kay.

Kay and Charlotte stated friends and ditched me as Kay “couldn’t face seeing me anymore after I had broken her heart”

We are in our 30s now and when I see pictures of them on social media (as mutual friends comment on them) with captions about how close they are and how close their kids are and how they love the fact they are growing up together it hurts like new all over again that I did the right things and made to be the bad / guilty one

I’d worked long and hard for a company with the bottom-tier job title, but was doing work well above my pay grade and doing it very well.
During an annual review with a senior member of the team (above my line manager), I had enquired about promotion and cited lots of evidence to back up why I thought I should be considered, including a £12k budget saving on one piece of work that was higher grade material. He acknowledged that I had worked hard but it would have to be considered in 6 months time, and that I’d need to prove the £12k saving.
So I logged on to the project log to see the £12k had gone. This guy had gone and booked his time to this piece of work and had nothing to show for it yet always found time to listen to the cricket at work

I found another job, and on my last day he escorted me out the building, then when no-one was around hastily thanked me for going which saved him from being made redundant

Our DD was born 11 weeks early, Sil came to see me in hospital couldn't understand why she couldn't go to special care baby unit. She then decided that DD was going to die and it would be my fault as I must have faulty genes. DD is now 34 married with 3 children of her own. We are NC with Sil as is the rest of the family.