What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

I was relentlessly bullied at school.

I remember on incident after which the head of upper school asked me 'what do you think you might have done to make them dislike you?'.

Bastard. It's by no mean perfect but at least the school I work in takes bullying seriously.

It's recent but I'm very bitter atm

My best mate used me to get to know my husband. Got between by spouting shite. Caused massive problems. Then played on his mental health issues and threw herself at him and the stupid twat slept with her

Now I'm getting divorced and she's playing the fucking victim saying she didn't know we were still together (living separately so he could sort out his mental health)

Very very bitter

When I was 10, did a little painting of a vase of flowers. As a very self critical child, I was pleased by the result for a change.

My mum put a little calendar on the bottom a put it on the kitchen wall.

My brother visits one day and brings his FIL.
My mum, "see what little penguin made me. Isn't it pretty".
Spiteful old bastard then proceeded to viciously critique it like he was the world's greatest authority on modern art (he was a merchant seaman and thought that made him very worldly and the absolute authority on every subject ever brought up in his presence).

I was crushed.

I gave up painting after that and am still pissed off about it nearly 40 years later.

@SeasickPenguin - my mum did the same, when I sent her a photo of a picture of a vase of flowers that I had made in a felting class, and then embroidered. Not only did she critique the picture itself but also gave her best WI flower-arranging judge critique of the flowers, vase and arrangement. I was an adult but it still stung.

When I was about 8, my sister and I were given a small bowl of strawberries each. They were ripe and delicious. We each had exactly the same number of strawberries to make it fair (this was important). One of mine was particularly large and delicious looking, so I saved it for last. Just as I was about to eat it, my sister snatched it from the bowl and stuffed it in her face.

What annoyed me the most though is that Dad offered me ONE extra strawberry to make it up. He didn't understand why I needed 2 extra strawberries to make it fair (I.e. so that we'd eaten the same number). I even drew him a diagram and he still didn't get it

"Greek Beaks Give 65 Weeks For A Peek Of The Cheeks!"

That so should have won!

It made me chuckle, anyway .

When I was in Infant School, our class were making a tableau for the wedding of Charles and Diana. I was allocated a bridesmaid to make. The teacher produced some lovely cream satiny material and was dishing it out for people to dress the bridesmaids, but she ran out of this and I was given horrible turquoise felt to dress mine in. Turquoise felt! Who on earth has their bridesmaids dressed in felt?

The only consolation was that, when I didn't get to take my bridesmaid home because I missed the last day of term when the tableau was taken down, due to my parents taking us on holiday (in those days it was quite acceptable to do that) I didn't actually care.

Not being allowed a knickerbocker glory, aged 6 in the Wimpy in Coventry, because it was greedy. I’ve never had one, and as I am now in my 50s, it wouldn’t be the same anyway. Visited DD last year in Coventry (she’s at Warwick) and we went past the place that used to be the Wimpy. I relayed this sad tale to her, and she just looked at me with a wtf face.

@MrsSchadenfreude. That has reminded me that as kids my DSis and I were never allowed to have a Knickerbocker glory either as they were far too expensive. When my DSis had her French exchange student over we went to a Wimpey and she choose a Knickerbocker glory. DSis and I cringed waiting for my DM to refuse , but of course she didn't. Sis and I also asked for one , but were declined. We were peed off that clearly French student mattered more than us. I realise now that it would have been very frivolous to buy 3 and DM did not want to embarrass French student , but I was salty for ages.

Childish I know but my brother always being treated as a god by my parents and I being treated as the crap on their shoe despite them never hearing from him unless he wants something, where as I have looked after daily care, gave up a job I adored to run family business.

When I was about 6 we were queuing up to use the toilet before going out to play, a few of the other kids were messing around and I got pushed out of the line, the teacher assumed it was me pushing and made me stand in the corner and wait until everyone else had used the toilet but I had and still have a weak bladder (when I need to go I NEED to go) and I ended up wetting myself in front of all my classmates, teacher cleaned it up and gave me boys underwear, old battleship grey shorts and socks to wear out of the lost property box. When my mum picked me up she was furious to see me in such awful clothes and had a massive go at the teacher. I've never really got over the humiliation of it but my mum is my hero for always having my back and standing up for me. After that day the teacher was always nicer to me and when I saw her years later tried to act all friendly with me but I just didnt want to know!

Name changed for this as it is very outing.
As a child I went to a catholic primary school. On Monday morning our class teacher (infants) would make us all stand up. She would then ask us who had been at church the previous day and tell those children to sit down. Anyone left standing would be roared at and made to feel like the worst.
We went almost every week to church but occasionally missed due to illness. Didn't matter.
I always felt that it was unfair to blame the children who had no say in this.
And don't even think about lying as she used to take a small note pad and make a list of who she saw there.

Ooh, many petty salty memories

1. I had a beautiful large helium balloon in the shape of a dolphin when I was 3 or 4... it didn’t have a balloon weight and nobody thought to tie it to my wrist. I let go of it 2 minutes later and it sailed away down the bottom of the garden before my Dad could catch it.

1. My 4th birthday party. I had a Thomas the tank engine cake, the ones shaped like the train. One boy had to leave the party early so my Mum cut him a slice of cake to take with him... she only went and gave him Thomas’s face didn’t she?! Everyone knows the party child gets the face! I hadn’t even had a chance to blow the candles out and have everyone sing before she’d cut it. I’ve never forgiven her lol

1. Once in year 3 we had all been sitting on the carpet and someone stood on my fingers when the stood up, and I burst in to tears. My friends ran up to the teacher to tell her I was crying, and I heard her say loudly. “Well, FunkyBrownie has to learn she can’t always have her own way!” I must have annoyed her during class, I genuinely don’t remember because I was usually a real teachers pet, but I’ve never forgotten the feeling of injustice that I was genuinely hurting and she thought I was throwing a tantrum about something

@FlamingoAndJohn

For all the people bemoaning their lack of Mr Frosty.

I had one, it was shit, your parents were right.

I agree.

It amazes me that Mr Frosty has broken so many hearts

Then we had the PE teacher. About 20 stone she was. Hardly an advert for PE.

You weren't in the North East were you Ladyofmanners?

Our absolute cow of a neighbour at the back was also roughly 20st and a PE teacher.

She also had seven labradors which were left all day (while she w artwork) and all night (while she did youth work) and howled/ barked/ cried the street down.

The single (entire) male dog (all of the others were unneutered bitches - she bred and showed them*) lived in a kennel in the garden. One dayI heard him screaming and climbed up to look over the 6' fence - he had been up on his hind legs and trapped a dew claw in the mesh. She was at work - DH was off for some reason I can't recall, so climbed over the fence and with some difficulty managed to get the dog's claw out of the mesh without being bitten (Not a bag dog, but he was in agony). I mentioned it to her - not for praise, but so she would be aware of the risk in future. Did she thank DH - did she hell!

"I'd rather you didn't come onto my property. if I find out you've done it again there'll be trouble"

*This was in a 3 bed semi with a matchbox of a garden

When I was about 8?9? a teacher took a strong dislike to me and as I was good child I have no idea why. She always picked on my and told me off for trivial things. Once that sticks in my mind, we were doing an ‘art piece’ using Bingo type dabbers and she told me off loudly in front of the class for ‘dabbing’ too hard. Made a joke and got the class to laugh at me.

The best thing though was that someone in the class put their hand up and said “Miss! Why are you always picking on that girl?” I will never forget that witch of a teacher... and will always remember the boy who spoke up for me

@Frlrlrubert

One Christmas when I was about six, DB and I got chocolate coins.

He ate all his, I saved some.

The next day he cried because I had chocolate coins and he didn't.

DM gave him half of my remaining chocolate coins.

Been there.

Suffered that.

Wept heedlessly into the tee-shirt . . .

I HATED being the good example

This has brought back a huge heartbreak for me.

When I was 15 I found a puppy that had been dumped. I took her home. She was just a little black mongrel, but I wanted her so much. She slept on my bed that night and I called her Sally. I wasn't allowed to keep her - they made me "get rid" of her the next day. worse, I was the one who had to take her (weeping) to the kennels to "get rid" of her.

A few months later, my younger sister asked for a puppy for her birthday - my parents bought her a long-haired dachshund. I was both heartbroken and furious - when I complained I was told - "Hers is a pedigree." (WTF!)

And there's more . . .

She bred her dog - the following year she had a litter from her and sold the pups (keeping the money herself). I ws actually the one who had acted as midwife when the dog went into about as my sister was in bed (this was during the afternoon) and my mother couldn't be bothered with stuff like that. Anyway - one of the people changed her mind and returned a puppy. That became my dog (I didn't want it. I still wanted my little Sally). However, I was forced to buy her and the pocket money and birthday and Christmas money I'd squirreled away for years, as well as several future years' worth was given to my sister as the price of the dog.

All I got was "Well - you wanted a dog"

I didn't want that dog (she was a nice enough dog - but she wasn't the dog of my heart). She was taken off me because I "didn't appreciate" her, and given to my youngest sister. (But I still had to pay for her, because if it hadn't been for me wanting a dog we wouldn't have had her .)

I really believe that God had sent me Sally. And stupid as it might sound, even now I think of her and hope that someone wonderful took har and she had a loving home and a good life. (I certainly didn't)

That’s heartbreaking @SchadenfreudePersonified. Do they still treat you differently to your sister? Have you ever spoken about this with them?

The fact they discontinued the Mars Delight.

Silence

My parents are dead now - but when I tried to bring it up with them in the past it was always just dismissed. All I ever go was "You were the oldest/ sensible one. You should have understood." (No I bliddy didn't!)

But yes - I was always treated differently - I was soeager to please and tried so hard to be "good", but could never quite be good enough.

My sisters and in particular my brother could do no wrong in their eyes. There was me (the first one who should have been a boy), another girl (acceptable - not the first baby so a girl is ok), my brother (the longed for boy) and a "baby girl" (who was still a "baby" in her 40's and after two marriages, two divorces and two kids!)

One of my sisters (the next to me in age) said once "I saw what they did to you - they're not doing that to me"

The entire family treated me like muck and continued to do so until I stood my ground - and then they stopped speaking to me (I often wonder who they blame now when things don't go their way)

I was and am still bitter. I have let go of a lot, but something like this just opens a wound again and shows me I haven't coped with it - I've just buried it.

I've had quite a bit of counselling and done quite a lot of reading about "family scapegoating". It was eye-opening.

There is so much more

When I read some of the threads on this forum I realise that there are a lot of dysfunctional families about-all of those unhappy people struggling through their lives - and it is so sad.

@SchadenfreudePersonified so sorry about that, they treated you like crap.

Absolutely hated this attitude. Too old for life’s little pleasures ( like ice cream) but apparently old enough to understand adults’ life.

Some parents are wankers, absolutely hate favouritism and rifts it creates

At my 4th birthday party, another (otherwise generally horrid) child blew out my birthday candles. I cried (not very much - we have a silent home movie of the event - am ancient ) and was smacked quite hard for crying.

Then that child mocked me a few days later for getting a smack at my own party. I kicked her really hard and got another smack. It was worth it though.

Thank you Boule Not trying to hijack the thread, though - there has been some lovely lighthearted stuff, and some deeply heartbreaking stuff as well.

The cruelty of some schoolteachers in particular is blooming dreadful. For some poor kids school is there only refuge - and they end up with a bully for a teacher!

Then that child mocked me a few days later for getting a smack at my own party. I kicked her really hard and got another smack. It was worth it though.

I'll bet it was Mincing!

Good for you!