I don’t mean intensely disliking, I’m talking full-blown-I-hope-they-get-eaten-alive-by-rats hate?
There’s really only been one person. A woman I used to work with when I worked at the pawn shop. She was one of the most unpleasant “people” I’ve ever had the displeasure to work with or even be near.
She was obsessed with money. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was more important to her than money.
She didn’t want to spend the money for an urn for her mother’s ashes, so she never picked them up from the crematorium. She didn’t answer any letters/calls from her late mother’s creditors after she died because she didn’t want to pay any of the old lady’s few outstanding bills. She wanted the entire estate (what little there was of it) for herself. She ripped off Workman’s Comp for $35,000 (for an injury she could have easily avoided at work. That incident caused me to be fired from the pawn shop, but I hated her before that). On several occasions, she would steal another employee’s sale so she could get the commission. If she was being nice to you, it meant you could do something for her - preferably for free (money-wise or favor-wise).
She never returned to work after the injury and moved to the Atlanta area. A couple of years ago, I went back to the pawn shop (the guy who fired me had since quit) and someone asked me, “Hey, did you hear? Jeri died last year.” I responded, “Good. I hope she’s burning in hell.”
My hatred for this “person” has since subsided and I’ve not felt the same about anyone since. The reason I even bring it up was that the subject came up in another conversation.
So, fellow Dopers, have you ever felt this way about anyone?
If she had been a casual acquaintance or worked at another store (we had 5-6 stores), it would have been easy to ignore her. Unfortunately, I had to work with her everyday for over a year. It was one of the reasons I hated that job in the last year.
My sister married a “man” who abuses his children, his wife, and insults the rest of us whenever the opportunity arises. His wife is in denial, and only me, and two other family members, have made an effort to call attention to it. If he were to get hit by a Mack truck tomorrow, the only pity I’d feel is for the person who has to wash his filthy blood off the grille. Then I’d treat myself to some cake.
There is only one person in the entire world I hate. I hate that bitch with the fire of a thousand suns gone nova. My husband knows if I ever see this woman again, he will have to bail me out of jail. Fortunately, her husband divorced her and she moved the entire width of the United States away from me.
She was the one who hired me as Director of Operations at our local Humane Society. She was the previous director, and was leaving to assume the position of President of the company owned by her husband. The main reason for this was to enable the company to bid on more “minority” contracts. When she found out her new position was strictly figurehead, and that she wouldn’t be bossing people around as she lived to do, she decided she wanted the Director position back. She achieved this by trying her damnest to ruin my professional and personal reputation. She lied about me. She went behind my back and countermanded instructions I had given the staff, and blamed me for the results. Since she was still on the Board of the Humane Society, she succeeded in having me fired. Everything she had said about me to the Board was a lie, as they found out later. She then had the nerve to try (unsuccessfully) to block my unemployment benefits.
Usually, when I dislike someone, I do my best to simply erase them from my world. It takes too much energy to hate, and I have better uses for that energy. This March will have been five years since I was fired, and I still haven’t been able to erase her. I did, however, take much pleasure in hearing how she made a drunken fool of herself at the annual fundraising dinner, and how her wealthy husband divorced her for cheating on him. What goes around comes around, and she will get hers someday. As long as I never see her again, it won’t be from me. I hope she stays right where she is.
(wow. I’m suprised how much better I feel just typing that!)
Just my so-called father. He was such a despicable person that he alienated everybody he ever knew, and had to move away to find people who didn’t know his history, so he could alienate them, too. And he did. He died a few years ago. All I could think of to say was “good riddance.”
Yes. There is a woman who by virtue of her lies has disrupted my quiet, ordinary life. For almost 2 years, my life has not been the same and probably never will be again - even when (and I firmly believe in “when”, not “if”) her lies are exposed for what they are. When her moment of karma comes around, it’s going to send this planet completely off its axis.
Sorry, I wasn’t try to say that you should have ignored her; she sounds like a horror of a human being.
What I mean is, I have had to work with these kinds of people before–way more than any human should have to, quite frankly–and after a month or three, I can typically see the handwriting on the wall: I will eventually get fed up and say something I shouldn’t say to a boss, idiot or otherwise, and that boss will find a way to fire me. So for me, the best option is to quit before I say something I’ll regret (or before developing a stress-related illness), and just find myself another job with (hopefully) nicer people.
I have had hatred for people, though not for a good many years now. For me, hating someone requires a great deal of my energy, and I find it adds a negative element to my life that I don’t like or appreciate. And, of course, it’s exhausting.
Yes, one person in my 36 years has earned my hatred.
He’s a former co-worker that made my life miserable. He used me (this was not a sexual thing at all, ew yuck), stole from me, then when he got bored he had me fired.
I could write a book on this person but I get so upset thinking about him I can’t even go into detail here without it ruining my day. :mad:
I was bullied by a lot of different kids in school, but there was one boy named Joseph when i was in grade 6 who went out of his way to be especially cruel. I was utterly terrified of him and tried to avoid him. If I was unfortunate enough to glance at him, he’d say things like, “What are you looking at, you fat fucking cow? Never look at me again.”
Once I accidentally bumped into him on the playground. He yelled, "You stupid ugly bitch,"shoved me to the ground and viciously kicked me until a teacher saw him and stopped him. he told her that I had bodychecked HIM on purpose. I was crying too hard to defend myself and she told me I shouldn’t have provoked him. :mad:
He did other similar things that I don’t care to discuss, but he’s one of only 2 people in my life that I deeply hate. The other one is my boss, who I won’t get into. But Joseph was the worst. I haven’t seen him for 15 years. I hope he’s decomposing in a ditch somewhere.
There is one person who has managed to attract all of my wrath. She didn’t even do anything to me, but her very existence has a negative effect on the rest of the world.
I want to stab her fat tits just to watch them bleed.
I’ve had hatred for a few people, mainly ex’s that led me on and then hurt me in one way or another. But those faded as I came to realize how much better my life was without them.
Recent history had a friend of many many years lie to me and deceive me in many ways (not just my opinion, I have a stack of court admissable evidence) because of greed and being too big of a wimp to do the right thing. I made decisions that hurt my family and myself because of the deceit and lies provided. I’m still dealing with some leftover issues from that time to this day. But I don’t hate, although I probably should/could. I stopped going down that path of hatred for a few reasons. One, I read up on sociopaths and found that the person met most of the criteria - which helped mainly to put things into perspective. Two, I felt that if I continued the downward spiral of hate that it would cause more harm to my family. Three, when you hang out with Ukranian, Bulgarian and various other slavic types at the local kickboxing gym, and they start taking the situation seriously (in this part of the world, being betrayed by a friend is a SERIOUS offense) and asking you where this person lives, just out of curiosity, you start wondering if their intentions are really in your best interest. Fine to think hatred and violence, not so fine to have to explain to the authorities where you were one night when a body was found. Lastly, again, as with the ex’s, my life has improved so very very much since that person has gotten out of it. I have made many new friendships that are far superior than anything I ever had with that person.
Hatred? No. Pity for the people that continue to deal with them? Yes.
If only I felt comfortable going into it in public, but: 1) someone who hurt someone very dear to me in a horrific way, permanently damaging that person’s relationship with me; 2) certain assholes I’m presently forced to deal with, who are being impossibly venal and snaky.
An ex-long-term, live-in boyfriend of a good friend of mine. For years I convinced myself that though this fellow was clearly: self-centered; virulently racist, anti-Semitic, male-chauvinistic, anti-gay, and bigoted in every other way I could think of; obsessed with money to the extent that it was clearly more important to him than other people’s well-being and possibly lives; elitist; greedy; lazy; crude; insensitive; loud-mouthed; and prone to fits of weekend drunkenness that intensified most of the above; that somehow, since my friend was obviously a sensitive, intelligent, strong woman, and she obviously loved him, he must have had SOME redeeming qualities. It must be that he was good to her.
Then she found out he’d been cheating on her for at least two years.
I now figure she was just being an idiot. Because there’s only one potential good thing left I can think of, and it is simply not humanly possible to be that good in the sack.
He is in a mental file in my head all his own, and it is labeled Persona Non Grata.
i think i’ve come very close to hating someone… with the same intensity that i had loved them with in the beginning of our relationship… but fortunately , for me , time healed the pain for me. just like i got over my broken heart… i also got over the feelin of wanting to bust a cap in his sorry ass…no one ever loved him more than i did …and no one ever will …and no one has ever hurt me more than he did… and no one ever will…