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.

It wasnt a crime back then.

Weird! I've wanted to do this with so many people. The arrogance of thinking we want to hear their music/ conversation or whatever.

Lucky he didn't really hurt you though.

Wow. I think your response was completely justified. What a horrendous thing for her to do.

Not the worst thing I’ve ever done in anger, but last year I rolled my (now ex) partner’s beloved skateboard into a storm drain.

What, if you received sexually explicit emails that had been written to your daughter or granddaughter? I don't think many people would be okay with that.

My husband went off with another woman and so in a fit of anger I keyed her car. Really quite badly. All over.

I have no idea why I did that, to anyone's car, but certainly why hers and not his. But there you go. Hell hath no fury and all.

You had him lifted against your car door by his throat...? The rules of gravity don't even allow that to make sense. Not to mention a woman lifting a man off the floor....

Emotions can do strange things to our bodies. Adrenaline is a powerful drug.

I went to uni with someone transitioning out of the fire service. He said if you have a mother who believes her child/ren are in a house that is on fire it can take two bulky fire fighters to hold her back.

Mine now!

I threw a uni housemate out!!!

She stole straighteners and iPod and something else big, perhaps a hard drive from another housemate.

The housemate she stole them off was really scatty always losing things so we did think that perhaps this was just her losing items. But the more time went on the more suspicious I got.

There was one day when the thief housemate left her door open and on her bed were the three missing items. I got my digital camera to take a photo as evidence!

I was furious! As students we were poor and I mean rice and butter for tea at the end of term poor. The scatty housemate in question worked 2 jobs all summer to afford uni. These items meant a massive amount to her at the time. The thief housemate targeted scatty housemate because she calculated that she could get away with it. I was raging.

I then told my other housemates. We got together and booted her out very unceremoniously and I was so so angry!

I wouldn’t be ok with it. I’d stop reading when I realised what was going on and then my main concern would be the “victim”. I certainly wouldn’t judge them and I’d put it behind me very fast. Everyone has a sex life.

I split up from a BF and in a fit of rage he sent private emails to my family (not pictures). It was devastating to be honest. I moved on with my life and tried to put it behind me. Ex tried to contact me several times and rekindle things because his new relationship (with his affair partner) wasn't working out (someone else didn't want to put up with his BS either).

I thought fine so you won't leave me alone and you think it's fine to send private emails to all and sundry? OK I shall return the favour and I forwarded all his emails begging for me to come back to his family and new GF and copied him in.

Low I know but Karma is a bitch my only disappointment is I didn't get to see the look if horror on his face when he realised what I had done

Years ago my boyfriend cheated on me, more than once. He left his account details logged in to my phone and I went snooping. He’d been messaging girls behind my back, receiving nudes, planning meet ups etc. I know I know my fault for staying after the first time. I collected up all the things he’d left at my house, work uniforms, personal items, photographs of us, gifts he’d bought me. Put them in a bag and poured bleach over them, wrote things all over his work uniform, cracked eggs over them, all sorts. Took it over to his, dumped it on the floor. He put me up against a wall. I left when he let me go, when I got out of the door he shouted after me sarcastically ‘love you’ and quickly shut the door behind him. I saw red, ran back and kicked the door. Apparently hard enough to take it off its hinges. Panicked and ran away. He got his friends to message me telling me they were gonna call the police, made me feel really bad. Probably rightly so. Nothing came of it though. It was a toxic relationship on both sides from the get go. Shudder with embarrassment when I think of it now.

I collected all of my cheating exes fag ends from the garden (because they were still there despite me asking him constantly to pick them up) and put them in the black bags with his belongings.

Shagged my exes business partner. no regrets.

Of course you wouldn't judge the victim. But no one wants to know about the sex life of their daughter or granddaughter. I think most people would be upset and angry that they'd had to read it, even just the first sentence or two, and rightfully blame the person who'd forwarded them the emails, who'd put them through that unpleasant experience.

I've got to say, I'm staggered at the number of people defending what the OP did. Even she's not defending it!

Now what YOU did is totally justified.

1. Teenage boy, not man. Skinny, not especially tall. I was much bigger.
2. I’d pushed him into the car and l slid him up the side of it. I don’t expect he was actually in the air, but certainly stretched and in his tiptoes at that point.

The worst bullies are always the biggest snivelling little cowards. I 100% believe this story.

When I was asked to move out of a rental property I planted 20kgs of corn in the garden and in the outside drains.

When exH cheated I scratched ‘TWAT’ in foot high letters with a key across the bonnet of his Merc.

So what...

Books are actually really hard to burn..That would have taken a lot of effort.

Surely you know what goes on in people's bedrooms. You wouldn't be naive enough to think your granddaughter was a sweet innocent virgin.

But I, like all normal, reasonable people, wouldn't like to be forced to read explicit sexual messages someone had sent to her.

But then, having read your previous comments on this thread, I'm not sure I'm dealing with a reasonable person here.