Ooooh, that’s sad. 
Along those lines, I’m bitter that when I was 16, my stepfather took my dog to the pound and had her put to sleep because he didn’t like her and she (apparently) growled at him. My crying mother told me when I got home from school.
I’m still bitter, but mostly I’m still sad, too, after all these years. She was a good dog.
Gah. I’m relating too much to this thread. When my grandmother died, I too was the last one to find out. It was one of those things where everyone assumed someone else had called me. I finally found out when my father sent a group email about the funeral arrangements - talk about a crappy way to find out! I don’t take it personally now, but I sure was upset then.
I’m bitter that when my mother found her birth mother her birth mother claimed she forgot who my mother’s birth father was. So now I’ve got this huge hole in my family tree. Genealogy is very important to me.
Another shooting offense.
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[sub]I love my dogs.[/sub]
I’m bitter that my university administration screwed up the online exam results last semester. The first time I looked at my marks, it said I got a distinction, and I was so happy I danced and skipped up the street after leaving the netcafe. The next day I got an email saying marks had changed, and it turned out mine had gone down by 4%, so I only had a credit. I found this out on a PMS day. I would’ve been perfectly happy with the credit, if only I hadn’t gotten all excited about that distinction first. As it was, being a PMS day, I cried
I’m also bitter because when I was a little girl we used to periodically drive past this amazing water park with great big water slides and lots of cool stuff. My dad always promised me that when I was big, he would take me on the water slides. But by the time I was big enough to go there, the water park had closed.
Oh, BITTER…you want BITTER…well, where can I START?
OK, when I was five, my sister went off to see Mary Poppins (the movie) while I was stuck in a child-care centre for the day.
Then a few years later, my mum sold the ‘Bush Block’ (five acres of virginal bushland) when she met her new ‘husband’. That one rankles me most of all, 'cos it was very cool to be able to go there every weekend to have some time out from the city. To add insult to injury, she never offered me first right of refusal…baaah.
My ex didn’t take out a life insurance policy before he carked it…mind you, I don’t think they are paid-out for ‘suicides’, but even so, he could’ve been a bit more prepared. Even a ‘note’ would have been something to leave the kids. And while we had been divorced for a couple of years when he ‘topped himself’, I was the sucker who ended up paying for the funeral. Sheesh.
And like Khadaji, I never got a surprise party either, and I’m still seriously pissed-off. The kids were chucking around all sorts of innuendo’s around the time of my 40th, but it never came to fruition. Bastards. Now I have to wait patiently until I’m 50, and then I’ll prolly have to organise it myself.
But I’m not bitter. Pissed off perhaps, but bitter is not worth the effort…I need all the ‘bile’ I can get…I’m not going to waste it. 
Oh, BITTER…you want BITTER…well, where can I START?
OK, when I was five, my sister went off to see Mary Poppins (the movie) while I was stuck in a child-care centre for the day.
Then a few years later, my mum sold the ‘Bush Block’ (five acres of virginal bushland) when she met her new ‘husband’. That one rankles me most of all, 'cos it was very cool to be able to go there every weekend to have some time out from the city. To add insult to injury, she never offered me first right of refusal…baaah.
My ex didn’t take out a life insurance policy before he carked it…mind you, I don’t think they are paid-out for ‘suicides’, but even so, he could’ve been a bit more prepared. Even a ‘note’ would have been something to leave the kids. And while we had been divorced for a couple of years when he ‘topped himself’, I was the sucker who ended up paying for the funeral. Sheesh.
And like Khadaji, I never got a surprise party either, and I’m still seriously pissed-off. The kids were chucking around all sorts of innuendo’s around the time of my 40th, but it never came to fruition. Bastards. Now I have to wait patiently until I’m 50, and then I’ll prolly have to organise it myself.
But I’m not bitter. Pissed off perhaps, but bitter is not worth the effort…I need all the ‘bile’ I can get…I’m not going to waste it.
I’m still bitter about 3 things my parents did …
I had a savings account started for me when I was born. I put all my xmas and birthday money in it and my Dad promised me that as soon as I turned 16 I would be allowed to buy a motorbike with the money. They kept telling me that for years and I kept saving. When I turned 16, my parents told me I could not buy a motorbike because motorbikes are too dangerous.
My mother was always very concerned about my weight, even though that was never a problem for me (she was mildly bulimic as a teenager). When I had to have an allergy test done at age 10 or so because of a bad eczeme (sp?), she conspired with the doctor to make me believe I was allergic to chocolate. It took me years to find out the real reason for my illness.
When I was 16, my father started an affair with another woman (he had had others before, but this one was more serious). He made me sneak to the mailbox to catch the love letters she sent him and I did (now I know I should have simply refused). Unfortunately my mother was home before me one day and found a letter. She asked me if I knew that my Dad had an affair. I told her “ask him yourself”. They got divorced soon afterwards. My mother was mad at me because I had not told her and my father was mad at me because he thought I had betrayed his affair. Talk about a lose-lose situation …
Oooh, what a cool thread. Well, my fount of bitterness is going to sound rather sniffy, but I’ll go ahead anyhow. I’m bitter that I never got into Cambridge. It was partly my own fault, applying to an over-subcribed course and fucking up at interview but I’m pissed off that my teachers never gave me any encouragement and in fact blatantly said that I wasn’t good enough, while later developments proved me wrong. As a result other good universities rejected me and I know this will always affect my career development.
I am still bitter about my younger sister going over the heads of me and my siblings and included my mother’s drunken second husband last name on her grave marker. She hated the last name and even told me before she died that she did not want to be remembered by that name. It is Boozer.
There is an insurance company I feel still owes me money but I will never see it. I had a 1979 Monte Carlo that I had spent a lot of time and money making a real nice car. It had a sweet running 383 small block Chevy engine, Turbo 400 transmission, 85 Monte Carlo SS velour interior, and 6 coats of black laquer paint. Then my soon to be (and current) wife called in tears, a car ran a red light and hit my Monte in the right front corner. The engine and frame were ruined. The insurance company totalled the car and offered $1900. I wanted $8,000, which is what I had in the car. I sued the driver of the car, she filed for bankruptcy so I ended up getting only $2200. The the driver of the car that hit mine sued me and my wife claiming my wife was at fault. The lawyer cost me $1700 and the case was dismissed. I ended up with $500, no car, and because I was sued, my insurance rates went up. Grrrrr.
And the dickhead at the mortgage company that decided to not pay the property taxes on the house my wife and I bought even though the previous owner gave him the money. And the fact he somehow thought he would save us money by not including an escrow account for the property taxes and insurance. We had to pay 6 months of property taxes when we bought the house so we would qualify for mortgage insurance and 3 times a year we have to come up with the money for taxes and insurance. The owner of the title insurance company did make him pay the $6000 mistake he made when he drew up all the paperwork. That felt like a bit of sweet revenge to me.
I’m still bitter that my high school choir director director, through her obvious dislike and blatant sabotage, made me not want to sing after high school. And I must have been decent, because I did well at solo & ensemble festivals and I made it to state honors choir.
A small thing, I know. It still stings. Tiny and insignificant compared to most of the stuff in here, but it’s been 13 years since I graduated from high school and I can STILL feel my blood pressure rise when I think about this woman.
Sabotage = “I will pick your music for you for your solo at state S&E festival. You may not independently choose your music.” She gave it to me two days before festival. It had to be memorized. It was in Italian. There were many other things throughout my entire 4-year high school choir career. It wasn’t a persecution complex; other choir members expressed unsolicited sympathy several times.
Everyone else had their music a month prior.
(To anyone who’s done this kind of thing…I still managed to get a II.)
I’m still bitter that my high school German class trip was cancelled. It was to have taken place shortly after the disco in Berlin was blown up, and the decision was made from on high that it was entirely too dangerous for any of the classes to make any trips to Europe, period.
Meanwhile, at a time when the minimum wage was just over three bucks an hour, I had managed (with no help from family) to save up the six hunnert bucks the airline ticket and hotel package was supposed to cost and was well on my way to saving ten days’ worth of spending money. I’d been dreaming of the trip for months, telling friends I couldn’t go along to X because I really should be saving money for the trip… and two weeks before we were supposed to sign up, it was cancelled, and neither we nor our teachers nor our families had any say in the matter.
Just a few –
That my parents paid all of my sister’s student loans, but I had to pay my own. They also made me co-sign on one of hers and she didn’t pay it so I got stuck with it. It was “only” $3,000.
My parents also paid for her wedding. For me, they gave $100 so my SO and I had a civil ceremony.
I had to work every summer, starting when I was 14, and after school starting at 16, but she never held a job until she was 17, and then only 5 or 6 hours a week and never in the summers. She also got twice my allowance when I went to college, and when she went to college, they sent her $40 a week for “spending money” while I worked to pay my own way and have spending money.
My junior high choral teacher who told me my voice was too poor to sing in any recitals and instead wanted to make me lip-synch. Interestingly, in 8th grade I was asked to do several solos (chosen from a large pool of people trying out) in a large church musical, and I really doubt my voice improved THAT much.
My freshman year chemistry teacher in college, who refused to let me take an exam one day early to go to my grandmother and grandfather’s funeral. They died 10 days apart and had a funeral together, but if I had missed the exam, the professor told me he would fail me for the semester.
JB, for spreading lies and innuendo and letting me believe for 3 years that it was someone else spreading the rumors. Hate her hate her hate her now and it’s been 10 years.
I’m pissed my family didn’t invite me to their family reunion…
I’m bitter about…ooooh, every five minutes or so.
NO KIDDING! I’m still steamed about it. I’m slowly rebuilding but you know…it’ll never be the same. Sigh.
I have to ask. Did you ever ask you parents why they did all this for your sister but not for you?
I’m still bitter about working for Eastern Airlines in the 80’s (a job I loved) and having Frank Lorenzo F*** everything up.
Yup. Their answer for the wedding – “we didn’t think you were going to stay married” (it’s been 7.5 years now) and for college was that they were in a better financial position so they could afford to pay for her schooling. Riiiiiight.
I do have to say that they treat both of my kids GREAT (probably because my sister has no kids – thank g*d) and stay involved in their lives.
I’d ask them how long you have to stay married before they pony up. Out of curiosity, is your sister still married?