Have you ever really hated someone?

In My Humble Opinion
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If he’s abusing his kids and his wife can you not report him to the authorities?

In high school, I went steady with this boy. I thought he was my soul mate, we were in lurrrrvvve and it would last forever.

He broke up with me and later started going out with my best friend. I had told her how much I still cared about him, but did that matter? Noooo…

I harbored the hatred that only a scorned 17-year-old girl can harbor, and oh, the revenge scenarios I dreamed up.

Now, 20 years later, I shake my head at my silliness. Oh, the drama and torment of puberty…things that you thought would rip you to shreds and you would never recover hardly merit a passing thought now.

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A flash hatred that burned white hot for a week…the nurse who was changing my mother’s bedding in the hospital - she spent quite a long time in the hospital, the last of it in a shallow coma - AND WHILE SHE WAS LEANING OVER MY MOM, suggesting that my mother “just wasn’t trying”.

I was so angry I followed her out the room and I really can’t remember the conversation. However, I did manage to drive to my husband’s work, talk to him about it, tell him if I wasn’t back in an hour, I was in jail, go back to the hospital, talk to the head nurse (who was more than familiar with my presence every day) then threaten that, if that nurse ever came near my mom again, I was not going to be responsible for what happened. I made that absolutely clear and the nurse’s shift got changed so she was on another ward.

The next week, she found me in the hall, gave me a hug and apologized. All I could do was stand there, afraid of what I would say.

I struggle with regret and grudges my whole life…it takes a lot of my time and a lot of my sleep. I sincerely try to forget things…but I truly struggled with this one!

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All my 45+ years, I have only hated two people. They both took blatant advantage of me for their own personal gain. For one, I wish the most evil scourge I can think of: cockroaches in her Starbucks. The other will end up killing himself through Natural Selection. Too bad he’s already bred. (Then again, I’ve already “tangoed” with one of his three daughters… two more to go).

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I occasionally hate the stupid and/or mean things my SIL says and does, but I get over it. I hate the behavior, though not necessarily the person. Yet.
For me, hatred is a brief thing, and that’s probably best.

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I hate and despise a former boss of mine; he was hired as an engineering manager due to his “expertise” in hybrid electronics; an expertise that time proved was non-existant. He succeeded in having three long-term employees blamed and fired for his failures. When his end product still didn’t work, he settled on me as his next scapegoat–I was responsible for the design and manufacture of a component that was used in the end product. He was and is best described as a weasel, as is the person he hired and made my supervisor. He was and is one of the worst examples of a “christian fundamentalist” I’ve ever encountered. He and his fellow weasel were both fired for incompetence six months after I resigned my job. I was offered the chance to return, at a higher salary, and declined because of the bad taste left in my mouth. I still regret not having taken a baseball bat to that rat bastard. After all, if I had done what I wanted to, I would be out of prison by now-----

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No, never.

Nobody has ever done anything bad to me or anyone else I know.

The worst I can think of is the last term of 5th grade. I’d always been an outsider at school but 4th and 5 grades had been good, with no outright bullying. Then I moved to my new school. I dunno if there was something in the water or what, but instantly everyone turned against me. By the time I left to start 6th grade I had exactly two people on my side: my teacher and one girl. All the other teachers were either indifferent or (like my music teacher) also hated me. Kindergarteners were calling me names, I kid you not. They spread rumours about me - I was gay, I was crazy, I like so-and-so, I had sex with a pillow. Yeah, I’m still trying to figure that last one out. They conference-called me and I knew I couldn’t hang up on them because I’d have to deal with crap the next day. They threw parties and called me specifically to tell me I wasn’t invited. I ate my lunch alone because people ran from me in the schoolyard. I started crying one day and a supervision aide told me to suck it up or go to the office. It was great fun.

I can’t really work up any hatred for those involved, though. I don’t want them dead. I don’t even want them unhappy. This from a person who regularly professes her hatred of everything, several times a day. Strange, that.

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Two. The guy who molested me when I was twelve, and the guy who deliberately killed my cat the same night. Both of them got away with it.

Enough said.

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Only one. After she had the principal call me out of my 6th grade class to tell me that my mom had been in a terrible car accident only to have me go home and see mom taking care of my sisters, I hated her.

I can still remember the feeling of satisfaction when I heard she had died in a car accident.

As I write this, I realize that I still hate her. So much for me pursuing peace and harmony.

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My stepfather. The hell he put us through still has reprecussions.

The only reason some people are alivei is because killing them would be illegal.

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Greenback, who was that? Did a teacher mistake you for another student? :confused:

And, if I may, ((((((((((((YaWanna)))))))))))))). That truly sucks rocks. I’m so sorry. I hope you’ve managed to get past it and live a wonderful life.

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Thanks very much, ivylass. Actually, I rarely think about it any more - just that reading this thread brought it to mind.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my 40-some years of life, it’s that time, experience, love, lots of therapy, meds, and being over 40 heal a lot of wounds… :smiley:

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There were several kids in school whom I felt deserved to die a horrible and painful death for all the tormenting they subjected me to. The worst of the bunch was a kid named Tom. He didn’t just antagonize me when he happened to catch me in passing, but actually went out of his way to cause trouble. He spat on me, called me names, stole my jacket and destroyed it, followed me home after school making threats, this guy was the spawn of Satan himself, I swear. All I wanted to do was knock him out cold, drag his sorry ass to the top floor of the Empire State Building and then hurl his body over the edge and hope it would land in a large dumpster filled to the top with nothing but shards of broken glass. As dispicable of a prick as he was, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in prison now, and if he is I hope he’s getting a good ass-pounding about now.

My ex-girlfriend also deserves my most vitriolic wrath after what she put me through. She first presented herself to me as a sweet, kind and compassionate person who cared about my feelings and wanted me to have a good time. Over time she turned into a selfish and greedy bitch who only wanted to spend my money on things for herself and used me for transportation since she had no car of her own. She was also lazy, hardly ever having worked in the time I knew her. Everything had to be her way, period. She was right, I was wrong, end of story. She criticized everything I said and did and nothing was ever to her satisfaction. Still, in the futile pursuit of hoping to gain her approval and acceptance I tried to please her and I did my bext to be gentlemanly towards her. There are a lot of deplorable things I could list about her, but I get too jittery and my hands begin to shake and I begin hyperventilating just by thinking about what a pathetic waste she was. Maybe she’s since gotten married to some wife-beating, drug-addicted alcoholic oaf who treats her like the shit she is.

And then there’s the asshole who got me fired from my last job. May he burn in hell and become Satan’s choice eternal ass-rape slave. He snitched on me for writing personal emails (while on my break, I might add). He wasn’t even a supervisor, just a lowly fellow grunt worker who seemed to have it in for me. He didn’t seem to like me from the start; perhaps he was afraid of me because I was so quiet and kept to myself Whatever issues he had with me, he felt it was in his best interests to have me removed from the workplace.

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Mr. Blue Sky, you strongly implied that your object of hatred, Jeri, faked her injuries for compensation but she died? She couldn’t have been in that great of health. Just seeking a little clarification here…

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I understand the rage, frustration and anger that a person can carry from watching another supposed member of the human race get away with vile acts against the humankind in so many different, malicious forms.
I’ve been there, with that eternal fire of hatred and injustice burning in my belly.

Why can’t other people see this person as I see them? Are they all blind? Are they all stupid? Why doesn’t this person get canned/shunned/arrested/humiliations galore/kidnapped by terrorists/blown up on a plane ( except the rest of the passengers would be greatly effected by this scenario/etc etc etc Am I the only one with 20/20 vision ? ARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH! ::::facial tick:::blood pounding::::near stroke:::::

Yes, I know this pain, quite well. Quite well, indeed.

Then, of all things. I picked up a children’s book at the library that had been catching my eye for quite some time.

Zen Shorts There are three stories in there. One of which pertained to my deep seated burning desire nee obsession. Check it out for yourself.

Explore other paths to channel the frustration and hatred. If you think about this person to the point of obsession, clearly, you need a hobby, medication, more exercize. ( probably all three.) Because, I guarantee you, your ** Figure of Ultimate Hatred **is not thinking about you at all. bit of a pisser, huh.What is the point of having a Nemisis if you can’t have a verbal sparring or at least a mental cage match?
Blah blah blah Shirley, fer Fcuk’s sake, get a blog!

My new years resolution has been to not think of this individual except when we are in the same room together ( about 5-9 times a year for our children’s birthday parties.) and just be pleasant to this person, whom is always the model of perfection to me in a way that is vaguely creepy and controlling. If friend of mine who know the ongoing story didn’t side with me on it, I would swear I was going insane.

I turn off my bullshit alert and deactivate my sarcasm alarm and just keep it strictly business ( no hot button topics and little chit chat overall.) and I end up joyfully checking on our children and fobbing their cyring/complaining/tired/hungry/fighting children off on them (who really are quarter time parents) with a " You are not my child. You are not my problem. go talk to your parents or resolve it yourself." (I say this to just about anyone’s kids who are infighting, but to theirs, it is a pleasure.)

I had been fundamentally downsizing the amount of space this person takes up in my brain in smaller increments in the last 6 months. It is a tough thing to kick someone out of your brain who is living rent free ( Thanks Qagdop for that gem of advice.) but, with perserverance and getting on with living true to yourself and your own code of honor, it is possible and before you know it, it will be weeks, even months that you have gone without an unpleasant mental invasion and , you may notice, the fire just doesn’t burn that hot any more.

It is not up to us to serve justice to someone who is morally depraved by whatever means. ( unless we can catch them in the act and have proof positive, I mean, then a happy dance is allowed and encouraged.) Whatever you beleive in
( God, Kharma, Allah, Buddha, Poetic Justice) those people usually get their comeuppence, regretfully, we will never get front row tickets to see it, if we ever hear of it at all. I like to think that on the days i find myself inexplicably happy for no reason that is comprehensible, someone from my past that I hated with a firey passion ( as only a teenager, young adult, hormonal woman) can , has just gotten a slice of humble pie being served in a small dose and it is the cosmic energy making it’s way back to me. ( I can rationalize anything :slight_smile: )

Our job is to learn from their bad example and strive to help humanity, not hinder it’s progress with selfishness and ignorance.

I’ll shut up now.

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She was not in the best shape for a woman her age (late 50s). She did not die of anything related to her WC injuries (“sprained back”). IIRC, she died of a heart attack 3-4 years after the WC incident.

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Nope. This person attended a club that my mom volunteered at. My mom mentored her through her teens. Long story short, this person had issues but I didn’t care then nor now.

I figure she did it to try and hurt my mom.

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I’ve hated a few people for limited amounts of time but I can never really sustain it. Too easily distracted, no time to mope and think about them after a while.

The hate spurt that lasted the longest was my ass of an ex and this one harridan I went to undergrad with. She had flinty eyes, lank dirty blonde hair, was very tall and just plain mean and very full of herself. Sarah, plain and tall AND MEAN if you will. This despite the fact that she looked like Nash Kato and constantly sported cameltoe. I think it was the last two facts that sort of simmered my hatred down to a gentle bubble of dislike tempered by pity for her horrible fashion choices.

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My step-dad. Mental abuse for the whole family, physical abuse for my brother, cheated on my mom and secretly sent money to the other woman (and his child by her) for eight years before Mom found out. The other woman was supposedly blackmailing him, and more power to her if she was! My stepdad treated everyone around him like shit and got away away with it, one, because he was rich, and two, people thought he was joking because no one could be that heartless and evil. He’s not a part of our lives anymore, but I sure hope I get to hear about it when he dies.

I hated my ex-husband with the passion of a thousand burning suns when I had to cope with his sorry ass every day, but now that I never have to see him anymore, it’s turned more to disgust and pity. I’m sure I could ramp it back up to hatred if I spent two minutes in his presence.

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I dunno…

I’m not very laid-back, and I have to say “ditto”. There have been some people who’ve made my life miserable for a time or two, but though I really disliked them, I can’t say I truly hate them.

Does it count if there were people upon whom you wished revenge? I would have liked to see a few people get their comeuppance. I don’t/didn’t really hate them though.

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Just my brother in law. He’s a fuckin’ tweeker idiot, with a rap sheet of stupid tweeker incidents longer than all the lines he’s done placed end-to-end. I ghoulishly await the day that a drug deal goes wrong for him.

I can’t get worked up enough about other stupid people, though. Not even the people that teased me in school. Meh, sez I.