to ask for your best ever 'I told you so moment?

[AllyBee990]

I feel like we can't talk about these moments in real life without sounding smug but would love to know stories...

Mine is when a git at work left his lovely, also at work wife for a total bully, also same office. After a few months of flowers delivered to the office and rubbing it under lovely ex wife's nose, new lady chucked him hehe... I didn't say I told you so but I could tell eveeeeeryone else ( rest of the office is lovely and scandal free ) and defo his wife was thinking it.

What's yours?

With DC2 (2 weeks early) I had been having contractions for almost 24 hours when we went in (we had to wait for my Mum to arrive for childcare of DC1 first, and I was managing fine. In fact DH said to let him know if he needed to come home from work the next morning and was surprised when I told him he wasn't going to work, my Mum was here now and he was driving me to the hospital!). Everything slowed down during the drive to hospital and contractions became very irregular. They scanned me, and said the head wasn't even engaged. They asked me what I wanted to do, and I said just don't send me home. They ummed and ahhed for a bit and suggested a stretch and sweep to see if that got it all moving again. I agreed, and at that point they discovered I was 7cm. DC2 was born less than 2 hours later.

I can only think of two examples and in one my baby was harmed, and in the other my dog was harmed, so I’m not going to type them out (they’re both ok now though)

@YouPutTheScrewInTheTuna

At high school - I wasn't the best student as in classic "should apply themselves more" style. My geography teacher (also my form tutor) said to me as I was walking into the exam "it's a shame you never worked harder as you're clever but now you're going to fail this exam" Who was the smuggiest, smug cow on results day when I got an A in geography and just HAD to show my supportive, kind teacher!

I had very similar, also with a geography teacher! I was admittedly quite a lazy student. We were doing our end of year exam and I finished it after 15 minutes (1 hr test). Teacher came over and told me I couldn't possibly have done it in that time, I said that I had, she said, no, you must have missed something, go through it again. Looked through it again, sat there, she came over and said you will have failed this exam. To her credit, she came up to me a couple of days later, apologized and told me I had got 98%, she had only taken a mark off because one of my ruler lines was messy!

I hated my English teacher and I believe that the feeling was mutual. He took great delight in telling me I was going to fail my exams.

Guess who had to present my award for getting the highest score in the year in assembly?

I told him I was good at English!

Not really an I told you so but fairly similar: When I was 17 I worked at a sport shop on a Saturday. One of the female managers seemed to take a disliking to me for no reason (TBH she hated everyone).
One day she came storming out of her office on to the shop floor and started screaming at me in front of customers for having my hands in my pockets. I very calmly turned to the side and showed her that my trousers didn't have any pockets. She didn't say a word, simply turned on her heel and stormed back into her office. Several customers asked if I was OK, I was fine in fact I spent the entire day with the biggest smug grin on my face

A good one was my cousin. He grew up in London. We grew up on the coast of Cornwall. He was visiting us for Christmas, and we were at the pub, opposite the beach on Christmas Eve. It was a beautiful clear night, and with the lack of light pollution there, even I had never seen so many stars in the sky. We went on to the beach to look at it. The tide comes in fairly quickly from the point it had already reached, and my brother and I warned him that he was going to get wet if he stood there. He scoffed at us as the water was apparently still quite far away, never mind that we had spent most of our teenage summers on that very beach and knew the tide very well. It was a long uphill walk home for him after midnight in soaking wet shoes, socks and trousers. My brother and I might have laughed. A lot.

I was with my ex-husband from being 15 years old. He was really abusive, emotionally, mentally and physically. His family didn't treat me particularly well, as my ex could do no wrong and was the favourite son.

I was very isolated at the time and had no family nearby (we'd moved so he could be nearer to his family) I tried to tell them about the abuse - he once strangled me in front of our daughter. I eventually divorced him and moved away.

Years later, I discovered that he was on his 5th marriage and all his previous wives had divorced him due to his behaviour. My ex FiL told my daughter that they feel bad for not believing me about their son.

Happening now. Withdrew child from school because they were assaulted on 3 separate occasions. Told the school there was a big violence problem and if they didn't address it it would escalate to weapons.
It's not even been a month since then and they now have a knife problem.
Not a nice I told you so-in fact it makes me furious to be proved right.

When DD2 was born, I just knew that she had a condition/syndrome that I do, it is very rare and most medical professionals that I have seen personally and for DD2 do not know of this and have to consult medical books or google. This syndrome has no specific treatment as such, just treating any issues as they arise. (I don't want to name the syndrome as it will be outing)

I asked our GP to refer her to the relevant medical professionals; Cardiologist, Ophthalmologist and Audiologist, as these are the main issues I have so wanted DD2 checked by them.The GP refused saying I am over reacting and don't know what I am talking about and it's my PND making me think this. I also asked the health visitor if she could refer DD2 but she was about as much use as a chocolate fire guard anyway so I pretty much already knew I would get nowhere with her.

DH and I discussed it and decided to move GP surgery to another one to see if we could get it that way. The GP there was amazing, saw how upset I was becoming, more so because certain medical issues caused by this syndrome are degenerative and could result in going blind or sight impaired and deaf or hearing impaired.

We got the referrals, DD has several congenital heart defects, Glaucoma and is hearing impaired. I made a complaint and sent the doctor a letter telling her that I was right and she was wrong and how atrocious of her to use a mothers mental health against her when all that mother is trying to do is advocate for her child and that the Dr should be absolutely ashamed of herself. Unsurprisingly I heard nothing back.

DD has had 8 operations so far on her eyes and 4 other general anaesthetics to perform diagnostics as DD was so young, 2 operations on her hips as the syndrome can also cause unstable bone structures. She has operations in future on her hips, eyes, ears and heart. She wears bilateral hearing aids, has eye drops on top of the surgical interventions on her eyes and has pins holding her femoral head to her femur, and was in a wheelchair for 18 months, she still, at times, needs to use crutches to support her. The amount of appointments and medications were so great at one point we had to keep track on a spreadsheet.

I fucking knew I was right.

DD2 is an amazingly resilient child who just brushes it all off, like water off a ducks back to her. After all her time off school, totalling almost 2 years, due to her operations and other medical issues then covid she works her arse off and is in top set at secondary school for most of her subjects. That GP will always be an egotistical arse hole.

Brexshit.

When I was pregnant I had a horrible sharp pain in my foot and heel. It was worse in the morning, and I also do a sport in bare feet, sometimes on a hard ish surface... Basically all the signs of plantar fascitis. It's apparently common in pregnant women and can be treated fairly easily but gets worse if ignored. I was high risk because of a bone condition, so consultants were (supposed to be) monitoring me for any additional strains, problems etc. I told the consultant about the pain and he laughed and said maybe I need new shoes. I said I think it might be plantar fascitis and he laughed again and said let him do the diagnosing. I would have argued but I was overemotional and I just left. Months later, baby born, lots of physio and podiatry appointments later... Podiatrist is confused how a very obvious and quite serious case of plantar fascitis was not recognised by obstetrician.

I sell handmade fudge and I was at a food festival. I sell a chilli chocolate fudge that has a real chilli kick.
A couple sampled the chilli fudge and their son (about 7-8 years old) said he wanted to try it. They told him repeatedly that it had chilli in was very hot and he wouldn't like it. Son then proceeded to throw a major tantrum demanding he wanted the fudge. After a few minutes of the tantrum, dad said OK you try it "but you won't like it". The fudge has a trick to it, you get chocolate first, and it takes about 30 seconds for the hit of chilli to kick in. So son ate the chilli fudge, and with a big smug grin on his face said "I like this" then the chilli hit, the shock on his face was a picture, he swallowed it then got the real shock, the second much hotter chili kick hits you when you have swallowed it.
Parents just stood there howling with laughter.
Dad came back later to thank me and tell me son had been a pain in the butt showing off all morning and the fudge incident had fixed it.

@DebHagland

I sell handmade fudge and I was at a food festival. I sell a chilli chocolate fudge that has a real chilli kick. A couple sampled the chilli fudge and their son (about 7-8 years old) said he wanted to try it. They told him repeatedly that it had chilli in was very hot and he wouldn't like it. Son then proceeded to throw a major tantrum demanding he wanted the fudge. After a few minutes of the tantrum, dad said OK you try it "but you won't like it". The fudge has a trick to it, you get chocolate first, and it takes about 30 seconds for the hit of chilli to kick in. So son ate the chilli fudge, and with a big smug grin on his face said "I like this" then the chilli hit, the shock on his face was a picture, he swallowed it then got the real shock, the second much hotter chili kick hits you when you have swallowed it. Parents just stood there howling with laughter. Dad came back later to thank me and tell me son had been a pain in the butt showing off all morning and the fudge incident had fixed it.

That.... is not a cute story.

Infant school. I told the horrible dinner lady I didn’t like cheese pie and it made me feel ill, but she stood over me whilst I sobbed and ate it. I the promptly threw the lot back all over her shoes. Told you so.

Midwife when having DS. I was wheeled into the lift to be taken upstairs as DS was ‘Nowhere near arriving!’ Halfway between floors I (not so politely) pointed out his head was out. Cue a hasty descent to the birthing suite again and the midwife blaming the ‘lift motion’.

@Picklesbaby

Being induced with ds, pains non stop for hours .was checked and was only 3cm .pain was unbearable I asked them to turn the drip down or get me an epidural . 45mins later He was fannying about getting the needle in and I just said stop I need to push . The midwife rolled her eyes and said shes 3cm she doesn’t. I threw myself on the bed so dramatically and she checked and said quietly oh yes she’s fully dilated . HA I told you so

Same happened to me. I will never forget that midwifes face. I'm not a violent person but I wanted to punch her. She also sent my husband out for a breather telling him i won't be giving birth within the next 5 hours!

Oh, and one for DH. He has form for not listening to me when it is "manly things".

He has never bothered to find out how our weird heating/hot water system works, and so I deal with all that. We have never run out of hot water, ever. Until shortly after the overflow outside had started constantly overflowing. My parents had been visiting and always had a bath in the morning, and we kept on running out of hot water so I changed the settings to make sure we had hot water in the evening. Apparently my fiddling with the settings had caused the lack of hot water (rather than the other way around).

Anyway, I told him that no, something was wrong with it, which coincided with the start of the water pissing out of the side of the house. Of course, DH says that couldn't be connected in the slightest - cold water was coming out of the house, not hot. Even when I said that the lack of hot water was either the boiler not working (boiler was fine), heat not being retained (it was, at least initially) or we were losing it somewhere (water was pissing out the side of the house ).

DH went up to fix the ball cock, that being the first option for the cause of the overflow, and caught sight of "eddies" in the cold water tank, and the ball cock was not stuck at all. I called in the plumber, and the problem was found to be a stuck valve in the kitchen tap. The cold water pressure was enough to push all the hot water through the broken valve back up the pipes into the cold tank, causing it to overflow.

I actually said "I told you so". He said it was a lucky guess . I lost my shit and actually managed to get him to apologise to me.

He listens to me a bit more now, but I have to nudge occasionally. Really bugs me!

The teacher who was responsible for university guidance at my school, told me to be realistic about applying to Oxford, using the actual words "you're bright, but you're not Oxford bright, so lower your expectations." She offered me no assistance in the application, but couldn't help the 'teacher's pet' in my school year enough with hers.

I got accepted. Teacher's pet didn't. When I picked up my A-Level results, which confirmed my place, you bet I told the teacher "I told you so" to her face. Loved every moment of it.

When I had DS2 I recognised the young doc who came to do my stitches from the small team trailing after the snooty consultant in clinic.

His face broke into a huge grin and he said, “I’m delighted to see you. Mr X was really adamant to both you and another lady that your deliveries were not imminent. I’ve just seen her and now here you are, too, I can’t wait till he comes in later!”

I didn't get a chance to say I told you so, but I did think it and was satisfied. Worked with a bully. I was the youngest member of staff, and her main target. If I tried to say anything, I was shouted down by others 'she is only joking'. Etc.
I moved on to another job, but kept in touch with the nicer members of staff. She made a smart comment one day about another woman, leaving a bit early. Say half an hour, and it had been agreed by the manager and was none of the bully's business.
Someone told the woman about the smart comment, and she confronted the bully. Bully physically shoved another member of staff, on the stairs, because she thought they were the ones who had repeated her smart comment. Nobody was injured, but from there on, I like to think that they finally saw her true colours.

We were flying out on Christmas Eve to spend Christmas with my family in America. ExH objects to getting to the airport early.

DD and I were ready and waiting in the taxi while he faffed about and generally wasted time to avoid getting to the airport early enough to sit around waiting at all (in truth this time would have been used taking DD to the toilet a million times etc and otherwise enjoying having a bit of slack in the schedule).

We arrived at the airport and it turned out that ExH hadn't renewed his ESTA. He applied then and there but some time was needed to process. He had cut it so fine that we MISSED THE FLIGHT HOME.

My mum cried when I called to tell her we were missing Christmas

Sadly he learned nothing, because when we returned to the airport the next day he pulled the same shit.

Fin

After DD had finally been born. It had been a horrendous labour made worse by the absence of an anaesthetist so no epidural for me and the discovery early on that I have a bad reaction to gas and air.

The problem with a forceps delivery (with no anesthesia) is that there is a lot of stitching that has to happen afterwards. I was exhaused, fed up and in lots of pain. I begged for some lidocaine in my nethers but the Dr insisted I din't need it, gas and air would do instead. I did explain that I'd had a bad reaction to gas and air but she isisted. So I demonstrated just how bad my reaction was by projectile vomiting over her.

Myself and DSister1 were due to be bridesmaids for our DS2. We went for fittings and DS1 was pregnant. Wedding was set for 2 months after the baby was born. DS1 said to just get the dress ordered in a size 8 (her usual size). I (already a parent of 3 by this point) very tactfully and privately suggested that her body may change shape in any number of areas so maybe she should get the dress larger and then we could alter it at fittings after the baby was born. Dresses took a while to come in as the shop ordered them in and then altered them. DS1 got upset and said I was fat shaming her and she would be back in her size 8s and "just because you had no willpower after children doesn't mean I wont". It wasn't pretty. She was snipey and bitchy to me for a few months and told everyone I had called her fat so I kept my mouth shut. Baby is born 2 weeks late, dress had arrived.....dress didn't fit across the bust as she was breastfeeding. DS2 hid her annoyance and said we would just get a very similar dress for DS1 to wear, anything the bridal shop had in stock. DS1 threw a massive strop and refused to be a bridesmaid at all. She tried to make out it was because she was so busy with the baby and I had made her feel uncomfortable etc. Had a face on her all day while trying to act busy with the baby, but one of the other bridesmaids got drunk and told everyone.

When DS was younger I KNEW there was 'something' wrong with him. Fwiw I have worked with additional needs babies and young children for a long time so I have a pretty shrewd idea if what is and isn't normal development.

Would the health visitor have it. Nope. 3 times she blocked referrals to the community paediatrician and instead reported me to social services for being incapable of being a fit parent and imagining something when there wasn't anything. Oh, and insisted I went to at least TWO baby groups a week at the SureStart place so DS could be in a place of 'optimal development' and so the staff could not so covertly monitor me.

School staff spot something's really not OK the first day DS walks in the door. As it happens DS has PDA variant Autism, a learning disability and has a visual impairment. Oh and he also gets HRC/HRM DLA, has a blue badge and full time 2:1 support through an EHCP.

Fuck you, J. I KNEW there was something different about my baby and I was RIGHT

I was in labour, it had only been ten minutes and I had went from 0-100. She told me on the phone they ‘first time mums always think they’re in labour’

We got to the hospital and he was born minutes later.
Exactly the same happened with my second.

I said it to each midwife who came in and said ‘ohhh you cut it fine didnt you’

Exh used to take the piss out of my careful packing and checking of things when we went anywhere in a very mean way. We went on holiday once and he wouldn't let me help/suggest/check anything whilst he packed his and our child's things. Unbeknownst to him I checked and sorted properly our kid's stuff and ignored his so he turned up on holiday with no pants and a cotton bed sheet instead of 3 linen shirts 🤣🤣

He's also gone to an airport TWICE without his passport.