What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

@Crumblecake that's kind of funny yet tragic and also inappropriate of your BIL to bring up the mars bar .

I have another mars bar injustice.
As a child we were rarely allowed sweets or bars of chocolate or packets of crisps. When i was 8 we moved house. My friend Teresa got me a leaving present saying ' I wanted to get you a mars bar but my mum said you were too delicate so here's a banjo instead. '

Grrr

@Cheeseycheeseycheesecheese

I have a recent one. DH and I have been watching Supernatural on Amazon Prime. We're halfway through season 11. Amazon have removed Supernatural from their prime streaming and want to change per episode... 2 days after this happened and I'm still sulking.

I feel your pain

I was binge watching supernatural too

Every year I put roller skates on my birthday/Christmas list. I never got a pair. My sisters did but I never did.

Three stick in my mind both at secondary school but for a disclaimer I wasn’t the best behaved at school and could be a royal pain in the arse.
A) I decided I really like a topic in geography so put all my effort into a project and got the top marks in the whole year. One of the clever girls stood up and protested I shouldn’t be allowed to get top marks as I never normally bothered and her mum was a teacher and had helped her and she got 1 mark less than me and that wasn’t fair.
B) we had the most awful deputy head ( a few years after we left she was banned from working with children ever again) who hated me had her brand new car delivered to the school on a car transporter during the school days. Someone wrote Bitch in permanent marker straight down the side and she decided it was me so phoned my mum telling her she had rang the police and as it was after school they were on route to my house, I had actually been off school ill all day with my mum home with me that day but she wouldn’t accept that so said I had clearly made someone do it! The police arrived, checked my phone and saw I was Sick and confirmed with the office I wasn’t even at school that day. The next day someone in 6th form handed them self in and she asked them if I had asked them to do it- they didn’t even know who I was was as a year 8 I didn’t even get an apology.
3) same deputy was taking whole school assembly and I had terrible stomach pains and was screaming, she thought I was messing around for attention so made me stay and tried to make me put the big wooden benches away as punishment for ruining her assembly. I went to lift one and the pain was horrific and I threw up and fell to the floor as the head walk in who took one look at me and phoned my mum and an ambulance, within an hour I was in surgery for a burst appendix.

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I entered high jump at school sports day even though id never really done it. I practiced the night before by jumping on my parents bed. I won! I was expecting to go to county games as that's what happened to winners but I was never invited. I asked why and was told that the girl who went to practice was going. I beat her with no practice and she still got to go? Wtf? Still salty.

I did my first (and only!) ballet exam aged about 6. My godmother made a beautiful costume for me to wear which my mum offered to share with another girl from my ballet/ school class. At the end of the exam, my mum let the other girl take the costume home and keep it even though my godmother had made it 😡.

My exdh can not leave a BBQ alone - even at some one else’s house.

When I was nine months pregnant with Dd3 and looked like a hippo we were invited to dh friends house warming BBQ. I’d never met him. We went and took dd2 who was 2 at the time.

It was also a joint 21st an the house was packed.

Dh basically bloody left me to fuck about with the bbq and I didn’t know any one there so sat at a random table with people I didn’t know and trying to watch dd2 as she was getting lost in the crowd. I got up to get her and some one fucking stole my seat.

I went to find dh and he seen me and gave me a 2 mins sign with his hands. So I stood there like an idiot in the middle of the garden with people milling about sweating as it was hot. Then his friends wife came over and told me to get to the back of the queue

I wasn’t in the fucking queue.

I skulked away from my non pushing in queue spot with dd2 and found a chair in the living room and sat there for nearly an hour hormonal and holding tears back, fuming at the queue police and my ex.

When he found me I made him take me home. I also made him take me for a burger on the way back.

I’m still really salty about that.

My son has school anxiety and mh problems and apparently it’s a “problem at home”. He m hates school, fights me to go to school, will not partake in the process of going to school... but no, we are over crowded and it’s a problem at home. I n am at the end of my tether!

I must have been 4-5, and I had this tiny white patent leather purse, with red trim. Loved it.
We were visiting my aunt, and for some reason, my parents decided that it would be nice if I would give the purse to my cousin (same age). Her parents didn't protest either. I refused, but parents just didn't let it go and simply took it off me and gave to her, while I was wailing and crying. She didn't even want it.

They still cannot explain what the fuck they were thinking.

At a party in someone's big garden, where there were lots of children of various ages, I tried to join in with a group of older children who were playing blind man's buff (I was probably 5). They made sure I couldn't see, and told me that if I took the blindfold off myself, I would go blind for real one day. Being littler than them, I had no chance of catching them, and after a few minutes, they sneaked off and abandoned me, leaving me wandering around blindfolded! I never met them again, so never got my revenge.

@ilovepixie

When I was 9 and at primary school in London. We'd just moved from Northern Ireland and I had a strong northern Irish accent. My teacher hated me, we were going as a class to the horse of the year show, but the night before the IRA planted bombs around London which all went off causing death and damage. I wasn't allowed to go to the horse of the year show as my teacher said ' the little IRA girl can't go as she will bomb the horses' I hate you Miss Carey wicked old witch.

That- if you will forgive my language - is a f*ckingHORRIBLE thing to say - to anyone, never mind a child.

And it's an open invitation to the class to bully you, and she will turn a blind eye.

I hope she grew warts all over her horrible witchy face, the nasty old bag.

On the last day mum gave me a box of chocolates for this teacher (God knows why) and i ate the whole bottom layer before handing it to her and off to summer holidays

You, Ruby are my new IDOL.

I sit at your feet.

At primary school, we'd all put our crisps for beak time in a big box in the morning and then collect them on the way out for break time.

One particular day, me and this other girl (the loud mean one!) in my class both had wotsits. Hers were in an older version of packaging and so looked different to mine.

At break time, we all gather round to collect our crisps and she goes and picks up mine, leaving me with her bag (she looked at me whilst she did it too!). Undeterred I open 'her' bag to find they're completely stale and had gone off 12 months prior!!! I still maintain that she knew and banked on me not saying anything, which I never did. Horrible cow!

Gosh that feels better

The teacher stole my snails.

The b*tch!

@ilovepixie

My step dad threw my life size teddy out. He put him in the skip and all I could see was Horace lying in the skip on the back of the truck, going up the road with his arm in the air as if waving. Ok I was 16 but he was still my Horace!

Giant teddies are the province of teenage girls!

Small children can't play with them because they are too big. Teenagers can pour out their pubescent hearts to them in the knowledge that they furry lips are forever sealed.

Your step-dad done you wrong!

@Cheeseycheeseycheesecheese

I have a recent one. DH and I have been watching Supernatural on Amazon Prime. We're halfway through season 11. Amazon have removed Supernatural from their prime streaming and want to change per episode... 2 days after this happened and I'm still sulking.

Bastards

Actually i have a similar one

Id watched all 5 seasons of Sons of Anarchy on Virgin i think it was

Then they decided not to show seasons 6 or 7...so i had to buy them on dvd, then i had to buy the first 5 series cos whats the point of just owning the last two

Oooh

I got sacked once and there were 3 small reasons...although added together obviously i was pissing them off

Two of those reasons im Still cheesed off about, the 3rd was that i forgot to buy bog rolls and someone had to pop out and get Some, so i hold my hand up to that one

When I was 11 or 12, someone had been naughty in my class and I can’t remember what it was about even, but the teacher asked the whole class to stay behind after school “ Except Longpinknails,” she said “ as I KNOW it couldn’t possibly have been her”. Can you imagine? 30 pairs of eyes staring at me in disgust as I left the room. It took quite a while to live that one down, I remember.

I've been thinking about this for days and basically I'm still 'salty' about my parents' divorce.
I'm 52, they split up when I was 11..........
But it still impacts hugely on my life today, especially as I am an only child.
It, quite frankly, ruined my life from 11 onwards - it led to me being abused, taking the wrong A levels, being evicted from my home, making dodgy boyfriend choices etc.
I pulled it round , have a fabulous husband and two smashing kids but even now it causes issues such as 1 of me, 2 aging parents and the entire fucking country between them.

Plus I'm still pretty miffed at getting one of the childhood diseases two weeks before the end of term and thus not being able to be Rumplestiltskin in our school play. Most unfair.

Ex boyfriend used to sexually assault me. He once held me down, hand over mouth and nose and gave me a love bite. My mum told me off. I told her he forced him self on me. She went on and on and didn’t believe me. I went in in graphic detail how he held me down, hand over mouth and did it, then started groping me whilst I was struggling. I told her if the threats to pour petrol in the letterbox. Instead of helping she said “don’t tell your father he will go mad”

I hated a girl that had bullied me for 5 years.
In our last few months she got worse, and demanded my school meal, sad to say years of resentment welled up and I threw the drink of milk at her.
The teacher who had watched for years sent me to the Head to be punished.
The Head who knew I had never caused any trouble asked what happened, I was given pop , sweets and handed his TV remote, and spent a very enjoyable lunch hour.

@SierraOscar

No, it wasn't Mrs White.

Actually, my DM was a legend when dealing with teachers. We watched as my form teacher reduced one of the brightest girls in the school to tears. This girl had lost her father 6 months before and was still getting stuck into the Geography and History homework. Both those subject teachers insisted their subject was the most important and really loaded it on. The girl's DM and DUncle were looking at her very sternly.

My turn came. The teacher looked through my report and frisbeed it back across the desk at my DM with pursed lips and said "not very good, is it?" Oh, start praying, your time has come. So my DM just looked at her and said "Right, well we'll take her out of school now, then shall we? Get her in an office job. No point supporting her through exams she's going to fail. I'll have a word with the Headmistress now." The teacher went white as a sheet and started stuttering. I'm sat there like "yay Mum!!!"

I love this thread so much as I have years of seething resentment over many many things and at last I feel I’m not the only one so hard done by.

1. Smith family children winning the fancy dress competition year after year in the same cardboard wheatabix costume handed down sister to brother etc. Nobody else got a look in until they went to secondary school.
2. My primary school was opposite a church and newly weds and the wedding party would come out of church and throw lose change to us children in the school playground. I found scrabbling about in the grass for money a bit embarrassing so I just stood quietly to one side. One couple handed me some money then afterwards mean teacher took it off me and shared it with the other kids who ended up with way more than me.
3. A lovely new head teacher started the tradition of building nests for the Easter bunny to lay eggs in. I was arty and spent ages working on my nest. It was a bird house with a nest inside and I had a yellow pencil crayon that when you sharpened it, the shavings curled up like flowers. I made little window boxes for my birdhouse and sharpened my yellow pencil down to a stump making flowers for the window boxes. That birdhouse was a work of art damnit! The Easter bunny clearly thought so too and laid 4 little eggs inside. Mean teacher took 2 off me and gave them to other kids. Basically undermining the actual Easter bunny and leaving me fewer eggs than most of the other kids!
4. I’ve recently been publicly reminded of this injustice 😤 I was the winner of the girls race in the county primary schools long distance cross country competition and was awarded a stop watch as a prize. I’d practiced running for weeks and really put the work in to win so I was ever so proud. The winner of the boys race and the girl who came second after me were from the same school and their school won overall, our school was tiny, we’d have had no chance at winning overall. Their head teacher phoned my head teacher and said that the second place girl was supposed to have been given MY stopwatch! I had it taken off me and both the head and my parents said they’d replace it but they never did! Our local paper recently showed photos from the past and a few months ago was the photo of me and the second place girl after the race, the caption was something like, first and second place girls long distance cross country runners Other Girl and LoungeLizard. She got named first so it looked like she’d won when I’d been way ahead! I hadn’t got over the outrage anyway but then to be reminded of it in the paper 35 years on just adds insult to injury! 😤