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.

Arguing with my DP in the car, very long journey to visit dying relative and four hour delay stopped dead in traffic so emotions heightened all round. He was looking at something on his phone and not answering me and I just saw red. Grabbed the phone and threw it onto the dashboard, a mixture of bad aim and strength fuelled by rage resulted in a smashed window screen. Cue further delay as we had to wait for breakdown service.
I am the most laidback person so this was very out of character, not my finest hour.

From the OP:

"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..."

I should stop so you can steal my milk? I've got bulimia, I'm a genuine laxative addict and I mix it in with my milk. When I put a sign on my milk saying "don't touch" I'm not fucking around. Don't touch it.

Good luck with that argument if it puts someone in hospital @LemonFish.

I can't stop popping because I'm a theif? Just don't steal

Many years ago, my husband (obviously now exH) walked out. I didn't take it very well and to make things worse, he wouldn't take his clothes and belongings with him so kept coming back to get clean clothes etc (I was very young so knew no better at the time!) He ended up moving into a rented flat in a farmyard up the road and i had suspicions (which were later confirmed) that he wasn't there alone.
One rainy, dark evening I'd had enough so i gathered up everything he owned, chucked it all loose on the back seat of my car and drove up to the farmyard where i opened both rear car doors, climbed in one side and shoved all of his clothes and worldly possessions out the other side into the middle of the cow yard (still in use and with about 2 inches of slurry on it) Gave it all a bit of a mix round, piled it up into a big pile and balanced the cassette of our wedding song on the top like a cherry. 😁

She was 6 ffs, have a day off 🙄

When I was seven, I ran after another kid with an axe. I also put my foot through a fire proof glass door. And when my sister threw the bridle at her horse and hit him, I hid it in the hay loft.

Kid with issues. . .

MIL’s sister (DH’s aunt) was a total cow. She thought it was a disgrace that my DH and I were going to have a child, but we weren’t married. I was 28, working FT, partner 30 working FT.

She said she wouldn’t acknowledge us, didn’t want to hear about our child, as people like us bring society down.
Those were her actual words.
She wasn’t religious, we hadn’t had any falling out, no dramas, etc she was just a judgmental arse.

I saw her a few years later in a local shop and told her to her face I was pregnant again with my second child ( and we still weren’t married) really happy about it, she stood like a goldfish with her mouth flapping open.
I went outside to the car park, found her car, and gouged some very big patterns along the length of her vehicle.

Not the very worst, that would be quite outing but,

I had a foster carer that had separate fridges/freezers/cupboards AND plates, cups, cutlery, the niace things where for her family and the own brand food, cheap plastic cups and plates etc where for us foster kids, she even had a padlock on her fridge/freezer.
She left it unlocked once and I took the opportunity to black sack it all, i mean joints of meat, branded items, luxury ice creams, even alcohol and chucked it into a commercial bin.
It was a waste of food but fucking worth it imo, still don't regret it one tiny bit.

I take it you didn't invite her to your wedding @Cakeface19 I wouldn't have!

I currently put my ‘D’Hs expensive knife in the dishwasher even though you are supposed to hand wash. Because every nice thing I’ve ever owned he has ruined. I ask him to look after things and he knows how. If it’s something important to him he can do it.

So in the knife goes. When he sees it he reminds me they can’t go in the dishwasher and say in a vague way ‘oh yeah, sorry’ which is better than what I get if I remind him how to look after something- anger, irritation, eye rolling.

Every time I see the handle getting more faded it feels like a small victory.

Punched my boyfriend in the face for cheating on me. I was 20.

You are my hero.

Is now, wasn't then.

And no I wouldn't do it again, but I can't honestly say I am sorry.

Not my finest moment.

late 20s and I was then, as I am now, alternative looking. DD was about 6 and every night I’d park on the school car park and cross paths with a pair of lads who were probably 18 or so. They collected another child, presumably a sibling.
every night without fail I was met with abuse. ‘Fucking goth bitch’. ‘Weirdo’ ‘Sweaty Cunt’ etc. This began to happen whilst DD was with me. I steadfastly ignored but after a month or so it was escalating with them walking behind me right to my car. I spoke to the school, they did absolutely nothing.

One night we were heading back and I’d just unlocked the door when DD said she’d forgotten her lunch box. She turned to run back and fetch it and suddenly my usual chorus was behind me. DD was out of earshot by this point and I snapped. I told the biggest he should come over here and say those things to my face, to which he swaggered over, mouthing off. I genuinely don’t know what came over me, but in seconds I’d thrown him against my car door and had him lifted off the floor by his throat whilst telling him if he ever spoke to me like that again I’d break his fucking neck.

When I snapped out he was almost in tears and his parting words as he scuttled off down the road, as an adult male, were “I’m telling my mum!”

He stopped pick up after that. Never did see his mum, which was a shame. Scared myself in that moment but it was a culmination of months of abuse I think.

Years ago my ex husband fucked me over in court. When I got home I dug out his flashlight fanny thing m, drove to his work and launched it at him across his office.

It wasn’t illegal 20 years ago. The law against revenge porn is pretty recent and that law doesn’t work retroactively.

Glad there's a shitty housemate revenge one @Catsandcannedbeans I used to lie in bed coming up with ways to get back at my awful awful housemates. It was a very unhealthy way to live but part of me still wishes I'd acted on some of my evil plots! We had two new people move in to our previously harmonious household and it just all changed. Two of us had a really intense jobs, and the others would arrange house parties or all nighters specifically to coincide with our busy times. Not even kidding, I heard them discussing our calendars once and plotting it. Then two of them got together and had sex up against my bedroom door, they'd do drugs in the lounge, steal food, refuse to clean, pissed in the bin. The list goes on. We went from being a house of late 20 something young professionals to it reminding me of uni. The worst I did was reported one of them when they went to work after pulling an all nighter involving a lot of drugs (they worked in medicine), but nothing really came of it. When it got to the point that I was fantasising about doing truly awful stuff because I hated them so much it was time to move out! Never spoke to them again.

Thank you.😀
We celebrated our 50th anniversary last year.
We still sometimes argue, but I don't rip documents up anymore.

This has made me laugh so much.

@PyongyangKipperbang nice one- I would have done the same-

Shit that is awful. How on earth did they pass as "carers"?! Good for you for binning their stuff. Was there any come back on you or your foster mates?

He was obviously wrong for cheating but burning his diaries was so so mean!

Meh, I couldn't get worked up about it!