This is the thread for you to post those things which have been kicking around in the back of your head forever, the minor petty things that you know as a mentally healthy person you should be over long ago but, when you think about them randomly cause you to get mildly pissed all over again. For example:
I’m still bitter that I’ve never had a decent Secret Santa. Starting in grade school when I got the deaf kid who was being mainstreamed into my class (first, I knew who it was immediately because his special ed teacher delievered his gifts so it wasn’t exactly a “secret” Santa and two, he gave me two colored pencils and a balloon for the entire week) and continuing through the last time I foolishly participated in a workplace (I got a dying plant…didn’t last until New Years) I’ve been shafted Xmas after Xmas after Xmas.
Wow, where do I start?
I’m so-not-over the fact she was too stupid to think email couldn’t be traced.
That in every group I’ve ever joined (or been forced to join at school or work), I’ve been one of the 10% that does 90% of the work.
That the ex-boyfriend could be one time for anybody except me.
I spend a huge about of money for Christmas gifts for my brother, his wife and their children…and receive something ugly and useless from the 99cent store.
I’m bitter that my parents purposely didn’t call me in enough time to get home to my dog before they put her down, because they “didn’t want me to ruin my holiday”. Let me make the decision on whether or not to come home, don’t make it for me.
I’m bitter that the in-laws don’t seem to want their son to do what makes him happy, they want him to do what they think will make him happy (IOW, the same things they did).
That will do for now. I didn’t realise I had this much bitterness in me
I am bitter that in the 8 years since I have moved away from home, no member of my family* or circle of friends has ever called me on the phone!
If I don’t call, then we don’t talk it seems to be.
*this is not counting my mother, who has started to call a little more often after I chewed her out over this a few years ago.
The fact that I never had any friends for the whole time I lived in this small town, no matter how I tried to make friends. That I was the one who was always picked on. My only regret of this time is that I can’t go back and actually punch at least one of the people who I very nearly did, but didn’t.
That my brother was taught to drive by my father before I was… even though I bugged him incessantly… and my brother is 4 years younger than I, and has had his learners for less time than I have. Heck it runs out in about a year and I don’t have the money to pay for lessons… even though Dad said he would help me with that if I stayed in school and stuff, which I have.
That I was the absolute last person to know about my Grandfather’s death. Even though I lived with him and Grandma, and she had my cell number and knew my schedule… when I would be at work and when at school. I was hanging with friends before work (I had about 3 hours to kill) and I found out half an hour before work when the whole rest of my family knew about 2 hours before.
That being the oldest grandchild I have always have supposedly had to be a good example for every grandchild after… but I have not been the Perfect Grandchild [sup]TM[/sup] and thus I have lost contact with about half of my family as I am seen as the ‘black sheep’ though I want to keep in contact and I have tried to but it’s hard when they are so far away and don’t seem to want to be in contact with me. We get in touch maybe once a year and lose touch again after a bit.
The Orioles getting robbed and having all the momentum blown out of their post-season in ‘96 by a bratty kid who’d rather catch a ball and potentially cost his team an automatic out than worry about letting the game be played legitimately. And then having an ump so freakin’ blind he ruled it a home run. Damn Yankees.
When my grandfather was alive, he had a sort of tradition where, when one of his grandchildren turned 18, he’d take them on a trip: Mexico, Europe, wherever he felt like taking them. Well, he took all my older cousins, and a couple of the younger ones, but he never took me. Or my sister either, as far as I know. I still have to hear about the trip my three oldest cousins took with him to Mexico, and how great it was, and I’m bitter about it.
Not exactly because I would have wanted to travel with him specifically (he was the archetypal curmudgeon), but because I love to travel, and my cousins got to go and I didn’t!!
And let me just say that this:
is a shooting offense as far as I’m concerned. When the ex and I split up, I made her give back all but two of the CD’s she took. Music is important, dammit!
That at my high school graduation, when they gave out the academic awards for excellence, they accidentally (…right) shafted me. I got mine (for English) a few days after the ceremony but they forgot to annouce me on stage and present it. It was only four months ago, but STILL…it pisses me off just thinking about it. Stupid, STUPID administration…<shudder> God, now I’m going to go into hives.
Also along the lines of Gundy’s first example, I’m bitter that my parents planned a hiking trip for my dad and my brother to Nepal two years ago and the first I heard of it was when they were about a day away from boarding the plane. I’m bitter that, although I would not have wanted to take a hiking trip to Nepal, I wasn’t asked. I’m bitter that while this trip was being planned for one parent and child the other parent and child were not planning their own trip and that the idea of taking me on a trip was only brought up in a half-hearted way (and immediately morphed into making it a family trip, meaning my brother would get two trips to my one). Finally, I’m bitter that no such trip ever happened.
Oh, and I’m also bitter that my parents refused to lend me $3,000 earlier this year saying they couldn’t afford to take that kind of money out of their investments, then went out a couple of months later and bought a hot tub.
I’m bitter about the fact that after I left high school, several likeable young ladies pointed out to me that they had always been attracted to me, and would have liked to date me, and they’re moving away to college now, buh-bye.
I’m bitter that I have never had a surprise birthday party. Ever since I was a kid I have waited and waited for the day when a friend or coworker makes some lame-ass excuse why he needs to take me home and “oh, while we’re here, lets stop at the (as an adult, it is a bar, as a kid whatever).”
I even practice my surpised look.
My Brother Steven does it right for me. Heres the scoop.
A few years ago (12 ) Steven was Roomies with our cousin James. Something happened that made my brother loathe him. To this day, Steven refuses to answer straight when asked why he hates James so. Yet he steadfastly maintains that James is a waste of human flesh.
I now am Roomates with said Cousin. My brother will not call or visit. He recently dripped a note (one I have not claimed BTW) at a friends house requesting he ask me to call him. Seems to me he wants to be able to say he made an effort dammit. (like purposefully going down a dead end street)
Well, guess what? I am not claiming the note. I am not looking him up. Why? I feel if his need to hate my roommate overshadows his affections for me he just isn’t worth it.
He knows where I live. Same damn place I lived when our Dad died. He knows my Phone #. He even knows my Daughtrs phone # if he really wanted to see me and was deathly afraid that James would answer the door or the phone. FUCK 'EM
After 7 years I am still bitter at my Exhub. Bitter that he continued to blame my Daughter (9 at the time) for the breakup of our relationship when it was his need to go find himself another woman. Bastard! Bitter that he continued to deny he even had any kind of relationship with the woman months after our divorce. Bitter that even now, he will not give me his ear to get my closure. DOUBLE BASTARD!
Also my Sis-in-law. I had an Apartment fire and called her to ask if my Daughter (If not us both) could come stay with her and my brother. Her reply? “I don’t need that kind of confusion in my life.” OK, I could accept that if I wasn’t homeless and she and my brother live in a 3 bedroom duplex! FF 3 months. Her neice is on a Crack run and she is in danger of loosing coustody of her 2 children. But what does my loving sis-in-law do?!? She lets them move in. I ain’t going to be mad because of those kids, I’m pissed at her continual two-facedness where family is concerned. Her Family is good enough to allow to live in the upper. He parents have lived there. Her sleezy Younger brother has lived there. Her Phychopathic sister has lived there. Her own children have lived there after starting thier own famlies. Yet, long ago (I think I was maybe 8) she declared she would never rent to relitives. What the 2 faced bitch ment was… She’d never rent to My Family. (Meaning: Bob, I’ll live with you, have childeren by you, and let you pay my bills But I will never, ever think, or do anything good for/about your Family Well, Bird if you wonder why I never call…and Bob, Get a fucking backbone. Nice to know you cherish us so
My last bit of Bitterness? Ask me on December 23rd
I’m still bitter that I couldn’t get a National Merit Scholarship because I wasn’t a U. S. citizen. The scholarships are given out to kids who get a certain score or higher on the PSAT tests which are given when you’re 16 or 17. I scored high enough to qualify, but they’re only given out to American citizens. The problem is, you can’t be naturalized on your own until you’re 18. Before that, it’s up to your parents. All the kids who got the scholarship got their pictures in the local newspaper, and I didn’t. Yep, it’s petty, but it did hurt. Besides, my family could have used the money.
Oh well, it’s good ammunition for the odd “Immigrants Are Damaging America” thread.
So, Khadaji, where do you live again, and when’s your birthday? Why? Oh, no particular reason. [innocently studies ceiling]
I’d have to say that I’m still somewhat bitter over all the times in elementary school and junior high when a teacher or the principal decided to punish the entire class for something a percentage of the class had done. It certainly has had a lasting impact on my sense of justice. As a future teacher, I hope like hell that I never, ever feel the temptation to do this.
I’m still bitter about getting jumped on over details of maps I created for a class last year. They were posted on the website for two weeks, and you dumbasses decide to whine about them ten minutes before we have to give our presentations?! F.U.
I’m still bitter that an ex-roommate would stage these “lets bitch about roommate C” sessions with me. Her end of the conversation was generally more vitriolic than mine. However, as soon as roommate B learned that I’d be leaving and she’d be living with C for a few more months, she ran to her and told her everything I’d said. I was using the bitch sessions as a release valve until I get get the hell out of that damn house, but still. Is it wrong that I get a bitter satisfaction out of the fact that B became one of C’s best friends and was in her wedding?
I’m still bitter that in the slideshow at HS graduation, I was the only student in my class omitted from the slides. They noted the oversite the morning of graduation, and offered to take pictures and have the processed at the one-hour photofinishing place, but I declined.
I’m bitter about my sister and brother not including me in the arrangments for my Mom’s funeral. My husband took 2 days off work, which we couldn’t afford, so we would be available.
And of all the family pictures that were displayed at the funeral, there was just a tiny one of me as part of my sister’s wedding party.
And I was next to last in the progression line to the cemetary. My sister’s in-laws were ahead of me, they didn’t even know my Mom.
