What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

I would not getting a wagon wheel in year 5 over 18 years ago.

@feen - from the context, I assume ‘feel salty’ means feel bitter or grumpy about something.

We had a paper chain competition at school every Christmas. The longest won. Same girl won every year. Her mom was the teacher and helped her sneakily. I called them out, every one stuck up for me. I was disqualified for poor sportsmanship

I won a trivia game on Telewest for years supply of Guinness and luxury long weekend in Dublin. Virgin took over and denied all knowledge despite me having proof. 20 odd years later every time I get hassled by one of their reps to switch I answer " of course, on one condition..."

That on being the first child in our school to finish Maths book 3, I wasn’t allowed Maths book 4 as it would upset Simon, who was just behind me. In fact, when Simon finished book 3 he was given book 4 straight away and I was made to wait while he was given a head start. Then I moved schools (Dad’s job) and was told that being on book 4 would upset the class I was joining. I was told to start Book 3 again halfway through - the

... place the rest of the class were at. Utter bullshit.

My nanny spent ages making a queen's outfit, with fur trim and an amazing crown for me to wear at a costume competition at the Royal Jubilee, but because my Dad is a Reublican, he dawdled and grumped over Sunday
dinner so we missed the ruddy competition. Now I quite agree with him re Monarchy but come on, it would have made a wee girl and her nanny extremely happy.

I’ve remembered another one, from when I was a student nurse. I was on the early shift, one Sunday, with the staff nurse and ward sister. Every other early shift I’d been on, the ward was divided into two halves, and the staff were allocated to one half or the other, with the senior staff member in charge, to do the ward rounds, drugs round, admin etc.

So I assumed that I’d be working one half of the ward, the staff nurse would do the other, and the Sister would do the admin etc. Oh no - I was told I was responsible for the whole ward, and the staff nurse would help me if I needed to lift someone - and then she and the Sister buggered off to the office together for the whole bloody morning, whilst I did everything.

Wow! Didn't realise that I harboured so many grudges!

1. Went on a rare outing to the zoo, my slightly, younger french cousin was staying with us. My mum bought as both a bouncy rubber monkey on a string. My cousin bit the feet off his and so my mum made me swop with him!
2. Was crap at sport at primary school but got made captain of the girls blue team, a boy I really liked was made captain of the boys. We were all set to win overall but bad weather meant final day was cancelled so I never got the glory.
3. Did ballet and modern dance , we practiced all term to Chris Montezs' Let's Dance. I was one of the few not to be picked to perform it at next village hall. I still can't hear that song without remembering how upset I was.
4. I was all set to go to the local comp when my dad heard that the catholic convent school in the next big city still has a space. The daughter of the head of my primary school had failed to win a place. I took the test, got the last place. I expected my form teacher to be glad for me but all that she said was, 'you might as well not have taken the maths paper!' (She was partly to blame as made us queue for help but usually didn't have time by the end of the lesson!
5. I'm a summer baby so my birthday was largely forgotten about by my school friends. On my 8th birthday I had a party. We played spin the bottle & (don't ask me why), we had to take an item of clothing off if we lost. I was sent up to my room for not wanting to strip down to my vest, different times!!

@partofyoupoursoutofme

Mine is a Christmas mobile one too! I was seven, I entered a local competition to make a Christmas themed mobile. My theme was 'jungle bells' and I made lots of stuffed felt animals with santa hats on, and stuffed felt bells and it was brilliant (if I say so myself )

The man who was judging the competition said it was obvious my mother had done it so I was disqualified. Fucking bastard twat.

This happened with my son. Children in need cake competition he mad a magnificent cake. I am a cake make ad he used to sit and make things white icing and practice with me when I was working so was very good for an 8 year old boy but they said I must have helped and he wasn't even placed. Only thing I did was help him take it out the oven.

I've always wanted to share this and it happened over 52 years ago!
Art was always my favourite subject and pottery was on the curriculum.
Being creative we were asked to make a pottery animal, after several weeks in building and modelling my prize piggy I finally finished it. I gave it the best piggy snout ever and I have to say I was bursting with pride at having produced such a magnificent beast. The teacher put all our animals into the special kiln so that the following week we all we would have to do is paint it. The following week couldn't come quick enough and I rushed to my art class to look for my prize piggy.
As I searched the animals, my hopes were suddenly dashed of having the best animal in class. Some evil little b***d had done something really nasty, they rammed a pencil up each side of it's snout forcing it's nostrils to flare out and turned my beautiful piglet into a monster.
I've been traumatised about it since the age of 12. Whoever destroyed my pig, I'm hoping that Karma is a bitch and got them back!

That my (late) Mum gave away all my Lego. I was 16, and will be 66 next month. And yes, I did still play with it. Of course, I don't hold a grudge! And from a lot of these posts, I'm not the only one 😂

First ever BF (who turned out to be an abusive arsehole, but that’s another story).

Those big bars of Dairy Milk chocolate were on offer. So I bought one for me, one for him and a third one to share between us.

I gave him his. Let him know he could also have half of the other one and specifically that the other 1.5 bars were mine and mine alone.

He polished his big bar and his half a bar off in one night and within 48 hours was asking me if he could have my half a bar.
I’m not a big chocolate eater (always been a crisp girl), so I said fine, but told him in no uncertain terms that would be his lot, he’d eaten two whole big bars now and he wasn’t to lay a finger on my big chocolate bar. That was mine and he wasn’t to touch it. Ever.

I came home from work the next day and really fancied a few pieces of choccy with a brew and was looking forward to it. You know those small pleasures that really put a smile on your face.

Looked in the cupboard. Chocolate bar has disappeared. Asked twat BF and he admitted he’d scoffed the lot and swore he’d ‘replace it’ (he didn’t).

I went absolutely postal at him. Not least because he’d been such a greedy fucking bastard, but that he’d specifically ignored the fact it wasn’t his to even eat and clearly hadn’t been bothered about me and how I’d feel.

That was 20 years ago. I’m still PISSED to this day whenever I think about it.

@twinnyone, sorry it upset you, I can only imagine but I just let out a real snort of laughter reading it. I so wish you had a picture of Piggy McNostrils.

I bought some flat bread in protective packaging to have with a curry I was making with friends later on in the week. When I went to get it to take it to a friends house I got “I opened it and had some, I fancied some fancy bread, I will not be replacing it”. I protested that I had to travel on 2 buses to an Indian supermarket to get that bread, but that fell on deaf ears. Thing is she had bread in the house, and could of got nice bread any time she wanted! I had to turn up empty handed and explain what happened to my friends.

Another toy one, when I was a wee boy I was a huge Doctor Who fan, when they brought out the action figures in the mid 70's I begged my Mum for a Doctor and Tardis but they never materialised, (see what I did there) 45 years later I STILL bring it up at Christmas, and about 10 years ago I bought myself a David Tennant Doctor action figure as a wee nod to the 9 year old me.

Oh another one. Well actually a series of salty moans about photography.

I was very keen as a young child to have my own camera and take my own photos. My parents gave me their spare camera as a birthday present. Not long after that one of them (not me) broke it. I had to wait for my next birthday when they replaced it. If they were hard up, or I'd broken it myself, I would understand but they were comfortably off.

I had to buy films and pay development costs out of my pocket money which was something like a pound a week. So I would have to make each film last several months. This now strikes me as really mean. I'm all for kids learning the value if money but they could have helped me out a bit with one or the other! I can remember my dad emptying my money box one time and moaning that I owed him 5p. He made sure it was deducted from my next lot of pocket money!

Anyway this is the saltiest bit. When I got my photos developed my dad would rummage through them and take the good ones he wanted for the family album. He would repay me the pro rata print cost (about 40p each). The trouble was the best ones were the ones I really wanted myself! So I'd then have to get reprints which were nearly twice the cost. I tried to protest at this injustice but was told I was selfish and didn't care about anyone but myself. I'm still not sure how he justified that to himself, mean old bugger. He still never pays for anything if he can help it.

Really wanted to do ballet when I was 9. There was a local class and I could have walked myself. My mother told me I was too fat and old to do ballet.
I was the smallest and skinniest person in school, the one at the very end of the size line every school year. I didn't expect to be Darcy Bussell but I was really hurt by that. One of her finest moments, and she had many!!!! 😠🤬

We moved into our current home 11yrs ago and I was a bit unwell during the removal so my DH told me to take it easy, make a slow start on our new home unpacking boxes and such whilst he single handedly moved and cleaned our old house out: he brought his stuff and left all mine behind in the loft.

I had loads of clothes and shoes stored up there, some of it worth a mint now and I hadn't realised what he had done until it was too late.

Never forgiven him. It gives me the red rage every time I think about it.

FelicisNox 😲

How did he justify that? Did he not realise your stuff was in the loft? Or did he put it there so it wouldn't be included in the move?

I've asked if this thread can go in Classics. So cathartic and many similar experiences. It's always good to know you aren't the only one who had crap parents / teachers.

@vampirethriller

At 15 I loved cross country running but my school didn't have a girls team so I ran with the boys a year older than me. Winter games- I came first in cross country running but the school didn't put my name on the winners list because I was a girl and it was Boys Cross Country. They gave my points to the boy who came second. It's been 24 years. Still angry!

OMG. That is outrageous!!! I'm angry on your behalf! My friend's daughter had the opposite. She was made to run against the boys (and always lost) because she was the fastest girl so it 'gave the other girls a chance to win instead of it always being X who wins'. Er, she wins because she's the best. It's how this stuff works.

When I left my primary school I was really unpopular. I was a funny looking kid with huge eyes and a short haircut. The boys used to make fun of me and play and play tricks. My mum went into complain and it stopped. When the teacher announced I was leaving the boys all cheered. I had sweets to give out to everyone and had to give them out to the boys that cheered too. That was grim.

@bettsbattenburg whaaaaat? Surely should be allowed ? Which country if you don’t mind me asking.

Oh yes. Last year of primary school sports day. Me and one of the boys in my “house” won every race and won the house cup. They let some bloody useless twats step Up on the podium and hold the cup aloft. Me and the winning boy were livid as those holding the cup up made out like they’d done everything. 30 odd years later am still pissed about it.

I’m also still very salty about my health visitor after Ds1 was born.

I’d had a horrible time of it, long induced labour, forceps delivery, large blood loss which nearly killed me, was in a lot of pain with stitches and was very low emotionally.

I couldn’t breastfeed DS because of the blood loss, I had literally nothing so was formula feeding.

She came round when he was 5 days old, asked how he was being fed. I said bottle feeding formula and she launched into a huge rant about how I was failing him by not even trying to breastfeed, I’d let him down and not given him the best start in life and that he was at risk of dying of SIDS.

Just the last thing I needed at that moment. I already (stupidly!) felt guilty about the birth and feeling like a failure and she sent me on such a downward spiral. She had no idea what had happened with the birth but just wanted to spout her own personal agenda at my expense.

I want to go back in time and give the me from 3.5 years ago a massive hug and say it’s all going to be ok and you are doing your best, and tell her to go fuck herself.

Was asked to make a nativity scene in groups of 3 at school. One of the girls in the team was called Jessica () but both did absolutely nothing and I ended up spending the weekend before it was due working on it at home. It was amazing. Jessica () then took it home one day (with teacher approval, even though said teacher knew Jessica () had never actually worked on it ), where her parents claimed full credit for it & submitted it to our local church to display.

I’d never been so livid, but my parents said it would be too petty to tell the Priest Jessica hadn’t made it herself and that I’d actually done the work. It was still displayed every Christmas at the local Church until I left that village when I was 18. I’m still so bitter