What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

In infants school, the year above reception (sorry, no idea what it equates to now, must’ve been 5ish)

For some reason I was alone in the hall playing in the sand pit. I had a sand pit at home, and knew you can’t make sandcastles with dry sand, so I took one of the buckets over to the little sinks, filled it, and poured it in the sand.

Happily playing 5 minutes later with my perfect sandcastles, I got dragged out and told off for peeing in the sand and then playing in it.

I never had the courage to say it was water. And yes, I am still pissed off at the injustice.

In junior school (7/8ish) parents were told I was behind in my reading. Teacher didn’t like me and had put me back on a reading scheme I had finished 2 years before! Funnily enough I wasn’t that enthusiastic the second time around, and read new books voraciously at home... (reading was probably the only thing I was any good at!)

Yes, I still remember. And yes, I did occasionally encourage my dog to pee up your doorpost a few years later.

And no, I’m not sorry. You were a terrible teacher for children just out of infants and you dented so many kids fragile confidence. My friend still can’t speak in public because you mocked her stammer.

only 5 pages in and I’m raging on all your behalf’s

also did not know this meaning of salty

@Greyponcho

Day after our wedding went back to the venue to collect our decorations and cake... a guest had taken the cake home to share with his family. I spent HOURS making my own wedding cake and wanted it for breakfast!

What happened? Did you ask for it back? How could anyone have the gall to take home a wedding cake that isn't theirs?

When I was in my mid 20s I was living in a house share with three friends from University. Very happy times. I had been having a sort of enhanced friends with benefits relationship with a guy called Bill (not real name!) who we all knew from University but didn't live with us. We were all friends with him. Both Bill and I had recently come out of very long-term relationships and were neither of us keen to settle down into another big "thing" but we really liked each other and saw a lot of each other. I met his family. Everyone at my work place knew him as we'd often go out for lunch or he'd come and collect me after work.

In the end, the inevitable happened and one of us met someone else. It was him. I was really sad. I still didn't want to settle down and be his girlfriend or anything like that, I wanted my young, carefree and single life in London with the added benefit of shagging him. I somehow felt he had not quite been honest with me. I think. To tell the truth I can't really remember how I felt. But I was far too cool for school to show any sadness so I pretended to be really pleased for him and encouraged him to persue this girl. We (my flatmates and I) all still saw him as we had lots of friends in common.

Anyway, I dealt with my feelings about it all by writing him a letter. I told him that I wished I hadn't slept with him and we should have stayed just friends. I said I felt I'd lost a good friendship for the sake of some fairly ordinary sex and it hadn't been worth it. And no doubt lots of other stuff, the letter was fairly long (unlike his penis).

I got as far as addressing the envelope but stopped myself from putting it in the postbox. I realised I needed a cooling off period and that just writing it down might have been a cathartic exercise. I carried the letter around in my car. One day, maybe a couple of weeks later, my flatmate saw the letter in my car. He knew what it was. We were just parking up outside our house and there was a postbox nearby on the street. He grabbed the letter and put it in the fucking postbox! It didn't have a stamp on it so I half-hoped it would never get to Bill. But it did.

Amazingly I stayed friends with that flat mate. He did loads of crazy things and was nearly always under the influence of something or other. Was later diagnosed Bi-Polar.

But I still to this day wish he hadn't posted that letter .

@SchadenfreudePersonified unmumsnetty hugs to you. I’m sorry to hear how shitty your family were/are, I know none of us can make any of it any better but I hope other people recognising how it was helps

We were at the pantomime when I was about 6 and it got to the point where they ask 5 kids to go up on stage. I was 6th in line behind a kid who clearly didn’t want to go on and was practically begging her mum not to go on with her mum pushing her. Even at the age of 6 I wanted to shout at her mum ‘she doesn’t want to go on, leave her alone’ (plus it meant I couldn’t get past!!)

Anyway, the woman shoved her daughter on the stage, the little girl was crying and I didn’t get to go on stage 😭 So gutted!

And another one I forgot that still gives me the rage now. In about year 5 I’d written a lovely piece which was chosen to be read out in assembly. Only the teacher let one of the boys read it out 🤬🤯🥵 I was so cross and there was never any explanation as to why he was given all the glory for my hard work.

Silence

Thank you.

When I was 12-13 (in quatrième in France), my PE teacher hated me. I wonder if it was because I was one school year ahead, top of the class in every subject but awful at sports, whereas her daughter was slim, sporty, popular, but not academic at all.

It was the last day of gymnastics, and she was marking the pupils one by one. While one pupil was doing a floor "sequence" (not sure what the correct word is), the rest of the class were free to roam about the gymnasium.

Except, of course, when it was my turn. She rallied the whole class, asking them "do you want to see a hippo trying to do a handstand?". I went through my moves in front of 25 laughing teenagers.

Yr 8 maths class, my friend and I were sat next to each other and (unfortunately) were whispering and giggling about silly things... when our math teacher stopped his lesson and told us off in a very long lecture for laughing at his accent. I was horrified, and insistent we weren’t making fun of him (if it matters, it was an international school and everyone had accents!) but he didn’t believe us. I felt so awful, I’d never mocked anyone for something like that and it aggrieves me even now that he’d think it. We were just being rude little chatterboxes!

Another school incident where our beloved language teacher was dictating and for some reason everyone in the class (except my 2 best friends and I) was totally ignoring him... this went on for about 10’, with us 3 actually trying to get people’s attention because we could see him slowly losing his patience... anyway, he went absolutely spare; screaming until he was red in the face before storming out the room. Us 3 felt so sorry for him we went to his best friend (another teacher) at lunch to apologise for the class’s behaviour and ask if he was okay. We could tell from her manner that she thought we’d been a part of it too, so we ended up going away feeling really shitty because he was our favourite. Still fuming at the class. Especially as they were normally quite studious, meek sort of girls, and the teacher later passed away from cancer before I ever got to tell him how much he inspired my studies.

@Mincingfuckdragon2

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.

Tut tut, violence is wrong, blah blah blah - bloody well done, @Mincingfuckdragon2 - I just wish I’d done the same to my bullies!

Hmm there are so many teachers that left a scar on people's lives - abuse of authority, favoritism, not listening... (as much as there are great teachers)

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My mum threw all of my shoes away when I was 20/21.

I had a huge sort out, had recently come back from doing Camp America and i had bought some fab shoes and trainers in New York and an outlet village, all designer.

I decided to clean all of my shoes properly in the garage so put them all in a black bin bag and when I went to clean them they were gone.

My mum had left them out with the rubbish and it had been collected. Being a size 8 and a half it is so hard to find shoes that I love and I often think about that bag over 20 years later!

Outing for anyone who knows me 😂

GreenDay 2002 detonate festival Wollaton park. They were my favourite band and they were playing on my birthday.

I told my mother that all I wanted were tickets. I would never ask for anything again ever, if only I could have tickets. She said ok. I was so excited.

On the morning of my birthday I got woken up at 2.30am 'Suprise! We are going on holiday! 😠 I will NEVER EVER forgive her. GreenDay are shit now. 😭

She honestly couldn't understand why I was so upset. I mean who wants to go on holiday with their mum and dad at 16 over a day festival with their mates to see their favourite band?

I still don't know why she didn't just sit me down when I was practically begging her for tickets and tell me they had already booked a holiday. It feels cruel to this day.

Actually I'm still bitter my parents wouldn't buy me an Adventure Kit because 'they were for boys'. I was the least girly girl ever (hence Brown Owl revolt) and couldn't make them see how great it was.

I used to love singing as a kid. I remember one day singing away to the radio and my mum says 'well, you'll never be a singer will you?'
I didn't want to be famous or sing in public I just loved it and it made me happy.
It took many years before I sang like that again.
This was also the woman who said to me when I was 13 'if you lost a bit of weight you might get a boyfriend' I was a size ten and didn't want a boyfriend.

@Golightly133

My family emigrated and left me behind, I was a teenager and they were moving to an area that wasn’t for teenagers. They sold up went and had an amazing life, but took everything I knew With them. When I had my daughter, their first grandchild they couldn’t come over didn’t meet her till she was 9 months. I just felt hung out to dry They were so detached which in turn has made very possessive with my Daughter I know I do it and I back off straight away but I just always wanted a family that calls In to see you daft I know

Not daft at all. I've always wished I had it. My parents died when I was young and I wish they were her and would pop round. All my other family live away and never have family just pound which I would love.

I was an open Irish Dancer and very good at it too. I won every dance I entered at competitions. I was selected for the World Championships then my parents decided to move hundreds of miles away and my opportunity was gone. I went to a new school and gave up shortly after but went back to it at 24.

I’ve never really forgiven them!