To ask the worst thing you've ever done in anger?

[Dishwater123]

Getting this off my chest and asking what the worst thing you've ever done in the faint hope of feeling better even if I don't deserve it.

When I had just left for uni, many years ago, I was devastated to receive several insulting text messages suggesting my then boyfriend was cheating on me and they also layed into my appearence and personality. I was so very hurt that when I found out who it was I "hacked" (read as guessed) the password of the culprits email, found several VERY explicit sexting emails from not only my boyfriend but a few others...in my (admittedly misplaced) rage, forwarded all of the emails to her family and friends, including her dad and gran. I still feel super awful about it to this day and can see EVERYTHING that was toxic and wrong with it.

What's the worst thing you've done in anger? For the record I KNOW I was unreasonable posting in the hope of hearing about your misguided rage.

A 7 year old stepson at age 19?

Are you flirting with me?!😉😘

Ref the Dogs Trust one - I have zero remorse about this.

My neighbour is a real piece of work. Her father bought her the home for her and her two kids because she kept getting evicted from her rentals due to her behaviour. He renovated it before she moved in, and within 2 months she had trashed every surface, every carpet, soaked the whole house by running over the bath for several hours (and claiming it was a water leak), and it's regularly filled with dog and cat piss and poo.

The elder kid was taken by SS 2yrs ago after we had to call 999 because she was battering him in the street. She used to stick him out the back door for hours (aged 7 with cerebral palsy and SEN) when she couldn't cope with him, which I only found out about afterwards from another neighbour who had been making SS reports for months. She apparently signed him over voluntarily in the end. He's not allowed to see her without a chaperone and comes about twice a year with his foster mum.

The younger child is still there - we're all waiting for that poor kid to be the next victim.

Anyway, nutty neighbour has some medical issues and she is regularly in hospital for extended stays. Kid goes to elderly grandparents but the dog stays in the house with a dog walker popping in once a day. That's it. RSPCA don't care as it's "adequate". The house gets saturated between visits and every time she comes home she has to pay for a deep clean of the place before SS and carers come round again...

Then we found out during her last hospital stay that she had now got a new dog which was too nervous to be walked and was stuck in the living room, terrified of the dog walker and had never left the house. A rescued Balkans street dog she was fostering. It took me a couple of days to track down the organisation she got it from and tell them what was happening. Long story short, it took three weeks but the dog was taken off her and she's no longer allowed to foster.

Unfortunately she's now added a new cat into the mix even though one died emaciated (I suspect untreated kidney disease) recently and the other is practically bald (never seen a vet).

I am watching that woman like a hawk. Her elderly dad is absolutely exhausted and I really feel for him - he's given her everything he can and she ruins or wastes it all.

So in anger, I got someone's dog taken away and contributed to their kid being taken into care. No regrets.

Slept with my cheating ex,'s Brother and best friend within 12 hours of each other. Long time ago.

I wanted to cut all the sleeves off my cheating husbands shirts and his only suit, as I had seen in a film. However my financially prudent self just couldn't, so I cut all his shoe laces down the middle of his shoes, as the most cost effective way to inconvenience him.

Were you married to my ex boss?

He was an absolute tool and told us once on a works do (he was really pissed) that his ex had stabbed him in the back - literally. I don't condone violence but I can completely understand why she did it and she has my upmost sympathy.

what an awful situation for you to witness. Those poor poor children and animals.

It put me in mind of that boy who died from the abuse from the step-father (i think) by being left outside for hours and hours in the freezing cold and dunking his head into freezing water. Social Services were involved with that one. Feel sick just thinking about it so well done to you for making sure at least 1 poor child gets to have a decent chance at life.

Right you win…..
What happened next. ?

When I was young all our music was on vinyl records which were notoriously fragile - if you scratched one even a tiny bit the music would jump and skip. When my sister pissed me off I would deliberately gouge huge scratches in her favourite records thereby rendering them completely unplayable.

I’d forgotten until I read this I did the same with ex husband’s toothbrush.
And cut his ties in half.

🤤

Wow. I'd have punched her in the face!! 😂 Or at least plotted some serious revenge for HER next hard earned holiday.

I was around 20 and close friends with a work colleague, who was in a serious relationship with another colleague.

I had huge crush on another colleague. Friend was heavily flirting with my crush on a work night out.
So, in some weird attempt at revenge, when her partner started coming onto me I had sex with him in the pub toilets.

Never told a soul. It was over 20 years ago and I still feel horrible about it even though
they split up later on due to them both cheating on each other.

I thought it was sent BY daughter/grandaughter

My daughters, then aged about 7 and 10, were being particularly vile at breakfast one morning. I threw the butter knife down in frustration and it bounced up and hit one of my daughters on the arm. It was a very blunt, butter knife and no injuries happened other than a grease spot on her school cardigan. Fast forward 20 years and people are often treated with the story about how I threw a knife at my children! My daughter is a primary school teacher but really could work as a stand up comedian the way she can spin a yarn and has everyone hooting with laughter at my expense 😂

Around 20 years ago, now DH had started a job as the new boy at a warehouse, and was being subjected to a lot of 'workplace banter' (read bullying), mainly from one manager. He was really making his life hell. Me and now dh were walking together one day, and he pointed out said managers car to me as we walked down a street, saying 'oh he must live around here'. We joked about keying his car, but left it as that, a joke.
Around a week later, I was walking home with a friend from the pub going down the same route. The managers behaviour at work that week had gotten even worse, and low and behold I saw his car again. A few drinks deep, I decided to make good on our joke from the last week.
I didn't mention anything to my boyfriend, but come Monday, when the manager was fuming about someone keying his car, he worked it out for himself. He still says that's the moment he knew he was going to marry me 😂
That Manager was awful to a few of the others DH worked with as well, and DH is still friendly with some now. Around 10 years ago, I admitted my act of rage to them one night we were all at the pub, and have been hailed a hero by them ever since! Wouldn't get away with it now in the days of doorbell cameras!

When my first proper boyfriend left me while I was on holiday aged 19 I was devastated and took months to come to terms with it and years to get over it: it was like a bereavement in many ways.

One night after I had seen him out in town with his new girlfriend I walked home and picked up and upended, one by one, about seven or eight bins and threw them in the street. They were the old-fashioned tin bins not wheely bins and they were empty and made a huge racket, waking up the residents of several houses and rolling around on the main road prompting a bloke to come out and shout at me and threaten to call the police.

It was quite satisfying at the time even though probably not the best way to cope with it.

I splashed a lady in the swimming pool. 30 odd years ago and I still think of it!

I was about 8, and she was swimming head up breast stroke with her hair in the tightest bun I'd ever seen, but she'd used a comb to fan out the tail above the bun and used hairspray (?) to make it stand up in vertical spikes like a peacock tail.

I was completely perplexed about why someone would do their hair so intricately and then go swimming! Once I'd noticed it, I couldn't stop looking at it as she went past again and again. Then I had the thought 'what if someone splashed her?!' then 'what if I splash her?!' So I did. I jumped in after she'd gone past and splashed the back of her head by 'accident'.

Instantly felt guilty, and still think about it now!

That's a lot of revenge! I say this as someone who is paranoid about bringing horse tail home from my allotment!

Whilst in the throes of pnd I had a full on screaming meltdown in the back garden, in summer so all the windows were open, throwing stuff around, the whole deal. Must have sounded absolutely insane 😅

Honestly it shocks me more pregnant/postnatal women don't fully snap. We put up with so much as it is then add in sleep deprivation and hormones.
We need to teach men and boys to be scared of us tbh.

@GrannyAchingsShepherdsHut 🤣this is not so much rage as it is truly letting the intrusive thoughts win.

When I was in the thick of contamination type OCD, I used to take a pack of sensitive baby wipes wherever I went, except, inside the pack I had replaced the contents with strong disinfectant wipes in an effort to satisfy my need to disinfect things without drawing undue attention to myself.

So, I began a brief relationship with someone who also suffered from mental health issues; namely health anxiety and hypochondria. On one occasion he felt 'flushed' and requested the use of a face wipe. Too embarrassed to tell the truth, I obliged and he took the wipe and used it on his face and eyes. Within a few minutes his face started going red, and he reported that his eyes were stinging and his skin was burning. He was convinced that this apparent overreaction to the baby wipe was evidence that he had some undiagnosed immune disorder and he became quite worried about it. The worst thing was that I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth so I just played along agreeing that there must be something unusual going on.

I haven't seen him in years but I imagine him telling anyone who'll listen about his hypersensitive skin condition.