AIBU to ask what's the worst thing you've ever overheard someone say about you?

[Buttercup212]

Just that really. Luckily I haven't overheard anything about myself yet, but it occurred to me today that it must happen fairly often and I'm just curious to be honest! Also, if it happened to you, did the relationship survive afterwards or did you fall out?

Younger sister of a friend. I was walking out of school and I heard her say to someone “she’s still got those old shoes”. Er, they were brand new but in the same style. She was a particularly plain girl but still thought it was ok pick on others’ appearance

OMFG...?

Omg!

Are you sure they didn’t say something like the paint was tacky? As in not dry? It seems a very strange thing for an examiner to say at all about someone’s work, never mind mid-exam.

Not overheard but said to my face ... New stepmother when I (then aged 13) was there for a weekend, "I have never wanted children"

I'm not sure wrongly thinking your shoes were older is picking on your appearance. Calling someone a plain girl is though.

I was about 8years old and heard my mother and gran talking in the front room, mother said I wish I never had her, that I was the reason my father had an affair and then gran said well she just isn’t a likeable child is she, mother then replied she should have stopped at 1 because (brother is perfect)

a memory I have never forget

That's truly awful what a horrible thing to hear.

That’s the worst thing anyone’s said about you?

Agree

I’ve heard people talking about what an ugly loser I am, but then they’ve also said that to my face so I guess it’s much of a muchness.

Years ago, when my DD and her DH were living with me,I overheard him saying to her 'Your mum does absolutely no housework'. I was totally gob smacked. I was the ONLY one who did ANY housework! I don't ever recall seeing him lift a finger around the house. Still annoys me all these years later.

I overheard somebody saying "There's that Rachael that left her husband". I wanted to tell them that they had absolutely fuck all idea of what has gone on in my life.

When I was about 13 I had a massive crush on a male friend, another friend was talking to him about me and he said “she’s really cool and funny but she’s not very pretty” that sat with me forever

I’m not beautiful but I have turned a head or two.

his comment devastated me and undermined my self esteem for decades.

during the course of one conversation when I was 17 my dad said to me that he had failed to produce a beautiful child, that he didn’t love me unconditionally and also that he “wouldn't climb over her to get to you” when pointing at a picture of a beautiful old movie star. In my innocence, I didn’t understand what he meant until sometime later, that comment was particularly repulsive and I think the worst of the 3

When I was about 15, my so called best friend used to blow hot and cold with me. She was more popular with boys but whenever one fancied me she got the hump. I’d ignore her obvious moods and stick around waiting for it to blow over. I heard her say to another girl about me “she’s like a scab you can’t scratch off”. Killed me. Don’t know why but I stayed friends with her for years, only for her to bitch about me behind my back (and all her other friends) and use me until I finally worked out that was who she was and not an immaturity she’d grow out of.

At a school disco, taking first steps into flirting with boys ans generally having a great night, went to an outside space to see my best friend doing an impression of my dancing to some other girls, everyone cracking up and taking the piss. I was absolutely crushed and it did rock my confidence significantly. Took me a long time to shake the feeling of just being "too much" if I let go and enjoyed myself.

I was visiting my aunt when my two cousins turned up. My aunt opened the door and said I was there. I heard one of them say "i told you we shouldn't have come". I've opened wondered what they meant.

nineteen years old. Had been living in Canada for 2 years with my mum and dad and 16 year old sister. I had had a job in a restaurant since shortly after we arrived and I got a social security number (needed to work) I did work full time as my education from N.Ireland, was equivalent to grade 13 here. I took a equivalence test and passed so had my Canadian school qualification also. I made decent money for the time, working in a large breakfast/lunch diner and saved every penny. Paid for my sister and I to fly home to belfast for 2 weeks. My auntie was there visiting from australia. I will never forget her patting my hips and saying OH MY. I was slim but had a bum. My sister was very very slim. My sister laughed her arse off and said " yes, she gets her chub from daddies side of the family, I get my size from mum and your side" I was mortified. As she was when I stopped paying for all her stuff that she wanted as she only had a few quid for the two weeks. I went out with my cousins and left her to her own devices several times at our grandfathers house. She is now in her fifties , as am I , AND she is close to 300 lbs and I am still slim , with a big bum (Which sadly sags a bit now lol ) I still feel the sting and am always worried about my hips and bum. WORDS HURT . This is not a bash at heavy people at all, I just enjoy the karma that my sister earned. She spent years making sure everyone knew that she was the slim sister.

At a B&B we visited each year, aged about 13 and coming down the stairs, I heard the B&B owner say to my father - Your daughter is going to be a looker one day.

“Really? We think she’s incredibly plain”. Did my kind papa reply.
Word for word.

I couldn’t say anything as that would have resulted in anger, accusations of eavesdropping and all the rest. I mulled it over and acknowledged a parent has some unusual agenda to say shit like that.

I am grateful for my looks. Some things not great, other aspects yep I have definitely been lucky. This morning after a trip to the supermarket I looked in the mirror and said to DH “Actually I look fantastic today.” He agreed. Size 18, bit bigger on top, 5’3” and charity shop clothes.

YAH.

The only things I couldn't do weren't even my job - it would have been akin to telling an audio typist to resign because they used a wheelchair and therefore wouldn't be able to muck in and help fix the roof.

Great idea for a thread and some very sad and shocking accounts on here. Mine is when I was 13 my mum died, it was the 70s in those days you got on with it, and at 13 I was considered an adult really. I had been staying with my Aunt and Uncle (my mum's brother) and there was no phone in their house so they'd been called next door to receive the news on the telephone. The next day they put me on a coach alone to travel back from Birmingham to London (I recall explaining to another young person sat next to me that my mum had died).

At my mum's funeral a couple of weeks later my Aunt complained that when I'd had the news, I'd run to my cousin (then 16) and expected a hug or a cuddle of some sort and she'd sort of put her hands up as if to say like urgh don't touch me. At the funeral my aunt was explaining to an eager audience that I had run to my cousin "before she had a chance to get away from DecisionTime!" Poor cousin eh? No one ever comforted me, I was an only child who subsequently just lived with my dad who had a lot of problems.

About 3 years later I was arrested and held overnight in custody with female civilian custody officers who tried to be kind to me, and it struck me that these women were the first people who had been kind, since my mum died, allowing me to wash and bringing me tea and toast, and a pillow! I think it was of its time, but hate to think of other bereaved children going through that sort of distaste/contempt from their family members.

Someone said to my mother how much we looked alike, and my mother pulled a disgusted face.

I haven't really heard anything, but I'm sure things have been said!

When I was 16, I was pretty and really slim, as I did ballet. (Those days are OVER - 51 and looking it, and v fat now!) There was this one jealous cow who used to cut her hair like mine and copy me so much that in school-trip photos from that time, people would point at her and say to me "There you are!" This group member had a habit of holding parties and inviting the whole group except me, usually issuing the invitations when I was off school for some reason. I had done NOTHING to deserve it.

Anyway, I did pretty well in my GCSEs and beat her slightly. At a party to celebrate, near the food table, I heard her and her sidekick say " Can you believe that NewName did so well?" and the other one was like "I know!" They were sore that they couldn't console themselves that at least I was thick, since I was pretty and slender. Oh - and that girl and I both wanted to go to the same uni as our first choice. I got in, and when she heard that I was going there, she went somewhere else! 🤣 Can you imagine having such a problem with someone who you've never had a cross word with that you let them dictate your uni choice??

I also reported the stronger man in the couple who lived beneath me, because he was beating his partner up. I had heard a lot of verbal abuse, but when the violence started, I called the police. The perp left the building. This action of mine got translated to a neighbour as "We've had a lot of trouble with her." 🤣 Yes, I'm sure it's very troublesome not to be able to beat up your partner in peace! They are two gay guys, but the victim is really, really small. No taller than five four and I doubt he weighs nine stone.

She said oh, you're so tacky, to my face. It was my teacher.