What's the old saying? "No more school, no more books, no more teachers dirty looks!" An appropriate mantra for some kids, after having to deal with the struggles of school- most notably, the mean teacher. Everyone had their own mean teacher during their time in school, in fact, one probably came to mind as soon as you read this. Well, we can't ALWAYS be the teacher's pet.
ImKrimzen asked: What's the unfairest way a teacher ever treated you but nobody else?
This could be a good opportunity for revenge.
"My P.E. teacher from middle school WATCHED me get bullied time and time again. One time, I stood up for myself in the locker room by cursing at a girl who had me PINNED up against a locker. She gave me detention and told me that it was my fault for drawing attention to myself and being a 'weird' kid.
She was always buddy-buddy with the popular kids. My eighth grade yearbook has her signature in it; it reads "I hope you make more friends in high school. One friend isn't gonna cut it"
This same teacher runs a campaign online for anti-bullying called #icanhelp. My little sister was a part of it. I think it's absolute horse s**t."
Bullying from teachers can cause major damage.
"I was in year 6 (10 years old). I had just started the year and sat with 5 of my friends on a table. I was always the joker of the bunch and would regularly get scolded for making my friends laugh. I was a child who could pay no attention and still get good grades so that's what I did all the while socialising and all the other things a 10 year old does at school.
After a few weeks of enjoying school with my friends the teacher decides enough is enough and moves me to a single desk by myself. So let me explain the layout of the room. The chalkboard was front and centre in a rectangular room with a concave of 5 tables with 6 students on each around it so everyone could see. This teacher put me at the back of the room facing a wall. Every time I would turn around I would be scolded and if I talked to anybody in the classroom I would have to stay in the classroom while everyone else could go out for break time.
I thought that this was extremely unfair however surely it couldn't last long right and I would be able to go back to my friends on the bigger tables in a week or so right? WRONG.
This b!tch kept me there for 10 months. I literally faced a wall every day having to work by myself for 10 f*cking months whilst the rest of the class did group activities and socialised. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months I could feel a gap forming between me and the rest of the class. I was basically the leper in the corner and this obviously impacted me massively.
Going from year 6 (primary school) to year 7 (Secondary school) is arguably the biggest move for students In the UK schooling system. So they normally send you in small groups of 3-5 I to your new classes together so you're not completely alone. But guess who had next to no human contact for 10 months and was scolded and punished every time he tried to socialise? That's right this guy. So guess who didn't have a group to go Into high school with? This guy.
Needless to say that year at a very vulnerable age has completely altered the way I deal with people now and I can honestly say that because of that year I haven't felt comfortable socialising or making friends since then. I'm 23 now and I still struggle and have zero friends.
This one small issue which could have easily being fixed by maybe moving me onto another table has caused me to be a loner for the last 13 years. Thanks Mrs. Stead."
Way to ruin art class.
"My art teacher at school hated me for no reason.
She usually scolded me for doing something I had not done, screamed at me. I was about 11, if I recall correctly.
I would often cry after her classes but never told my parents, as I tried to be an adult in their eyes and kept problems to myself.
The breaking point was when she refused to give me the points at the end of a semester and when I asked her to do so (as I was having perfect grades in other classes), she said that I had to bring 5 different projects FOR THE NEXT DAY.
One would be a picture drawn in watercolor, other with pencils, one picture made of paper clippings, one picture with gouache and something made of plasticine.
I spent the whole night doing it AS A KID. I was trying so hard, and those were really nice works.
The next day when I turned them in she threw them to the ground and said there was no way I could do it by myself and that she won't accept something my parents did for me.
I had a breakdown and another teacher, who saw me in the hallway, had to call my parents. I finally confessed to them what was going on and they unleashed hell on that teacher, along with the principal. The principal was a very cool lady and she gave me an order to go to her whenever I felt that this teacher would be bullying me. As the teacher was standing there, red of shame and anger.
Never had a problem with her ever since."
That teacher was met with some bad karma.
"I was a heavyset teenager. Over one summer in lost a significant amount of weight. This is relevant, I promise.
Our Family & Consumer Sciences teacher hated me for absolutely no reason and if I ever had a wrong answer I was ridiculed with it in front of the entire class for the entire period. She was just really mean.
After I had lost weight our class had to order t-shirts for some reason and I ordered a medium. She confronted me in front of the class again, telling that she wears a large and theres no way i could wear a smaller size than her. I called home that day out of embarrassment. Skip ahead a month and the shirts come in. She makes sure everyone's shirt fits to her standard for the class picture. She had ordered me an XL and it swallowed me whole and came almost to my knees. When I complained she just told me I could stand in the back for the picture and left to go change into her shirt.
When she came back she hadn't changed and she was mad. She stormed right up to me and pulled me aside where no one could hear and said I had to swap shirts with her because she didn't like how mine fit me after all. I went and changed, giving her the XL shirt and putting on the L that fit better, but was still really loose. When she came back into the classroom she was even angrier. The XL fit her just right. Her hate for me doubled from that day forward. As soon as I could I dropped her class and took woodwork and aquaculture."
That's just rude.
"7th grade in US, so maybe 13 years old. Had geography class with a teacher who seemed to just have it out for me, in a way that no other teacher I had ever had before or after that did. In addition to just always falsely accusing me of cheating off other classmate's exams, would often just throw out my homework right after collecting it.
Our homework was often to draw and recreate maps of various parts of the world. My handwriting certainly isn't great, but I definitely made it legible. But he'd collect all the maps at the front of the class, just flip through them to find mine, take a look at it for about 1 second, hold it up in front of the class as an example of what shouldn't be done, and toss it in the garbage.
Did really well in the class, mostly B's and some A's. But he would always give me a C or D in the "effort" category, keeping me off what they call "honor roll". The whole experience still pops into my mind occasionally to this day."
Kudos for standing up to that teacher.
"I have a wonderful story. In high school, I was called "Gory" by basically everyone. The origins of the nickname are not affectionate, I always hated it, no matter how popular it eventually made me.
One day in High School, I was in Science Class and I was spaced out for some reason. I was pretty depressed at the time, all the bullying and stuff was taking its toll. My teacher noticed I was not paying attention, so he picked this moment to go "You listening, Gory?".
The class went nuts. Kids know what the name meant, it was bullying. Even the kids that didn't bully me were contributing to the bullying just by calling me the name. Bullies laughed, some others were speechless with shock.
The class went silent - I stood up and delivered a pretty angry monologue about how just by calling me that name, he's as much of a bully as everyone else. It isn't a nice name, and I hate it, and how disgusting it is for him to call me that. He replied that I shouldn't have spoken to him like that - I threw a book at him and walked out the room.
I was never punished for throwing a book, btw, because many, many teachers both ignored and contributed to my abuse in school. Eventually I could do basically what I wanted and no one cared.
Another teacher sat me at the front of the class just because I was 'Gory'. He claimed it was so no one else could pick on me, but it was so he could verbally abuse me in front of the class.
High School was f**king hell."
We hope she got fired.
"My teacher would talk sh*t about me whenever I wasn't there. She said that I'm a waste of taxpayers dollars. She even showed the classroom my grades and I know they were telling the truth when they told me what she'd done because they were correct in repeating it to me. This was in 7th grade."
Rude.
"In middle school I had a P.E. teacher who always had an issue with me even though I would listen and follow directions. Well, during the beginning of the year you're supposed to get a combination lock for your gym locker.
My parents got me a pink one and one day we head to the girls locker rooms to get changed and my lock is no where to be found and she gave me hell for it. Saying that if I don't have a lock she'd take all of my things from the locker and put in her office and I'd have to get it after class. When my mom talked to the school and got administration involved she tried to say that my mom was harassing her. The next year my sister and I went towards the vacant lockers. We saw a pink combination lock and tried the lock combination for it. Low and behold it was the same one that mysteriously 'disappeared.'"
Ok, that's just f**ked up.
"Had a teacher tell the class I was depressed and probably going to kill myself and that I shouldn't be so moody.
She was pretty much a bully and would talk a lot about me behind my back when I wasn't there and the only reason I knew was a couple of different people from the class told me.
Seems like my entire life people have been trying to get me to kill myself and I never understood what I did to deserve it.
She can go back to teaching cooking and stay out of my business, I'm still here fifteen years or so later."
We'd be pissed too.
"He called me out in front of my peers for acting a fool, even though everyone else was always acting a fool.
Afterwards, he told me he'd done that to make an example out of me. I was pissed for YEARS, to the point of skipping dude's funeral.
Didn't realize until later that meant that my peers actually looked up to me."
They just did what they were told to.
"My maths teacher really made my life miserable.
Between the ages of 14 and 16 I hit a big growth spurt, I went from 5 feet 7-8 inches to 6 feet 2-3 inches. As you can imagine, teenage me was very awkward with these suddenly huge limbs. In school the desks were too low, and I had to sit in a very clumsy folded way.
For some reason this really offended my maths teacher. She used to literally scream at me to sit up straight and position my legs "properly" When I actually did this, my straightened legs simply lifted the desk up from the floor. This only made her more furious and she would scream even more. I had no idea what I was supposed to do about this."
That'll mess a kid up for good.
"I didn't have an attention disorder, but probably until high school I did act out a lot in school. I tended to get done with my work earlier than most in my classes and would get bored and start messing around. The class clown role always appealed to me back then...
An English teacher of mine in elementary school really couldn't handle me. It was an accelerated class. English was my favorite subject, but he never kept me occupied.
There's a long list of absolutely awful and debasing stuff he'd subject me to. This one is probably the worst. I'm not gonna give out my real name, so for this story let's say it's "John". After getting fed up with me one day, the teacher pulled my desk to the very front of the class, put a 3-walled kind of cubicle like wall on it, and told the class (and me) it was "John's World." I wasn't to leave "John's World" under any circumstances, I wasn't going to be called on for any questions, I wasn't to participate whatsoever. I was supposed to sit there, listen, and not interact with anyone else.
I'm not sure how long that went on, whether it was weeks or months or what. But it was a long stretch. That was traumatizing for 10 year old me. I loved the subject. I loved writing and reading , and I was an A student in the accelerated curriculum. But because he couldn't actually stimulate and teach me, he ridiculed me instead. As did the class after that... "John's World" did not help me in popularity that year."
LethereatDouble standards are the worst.
"So I had this teacher in college, we had to do a project on a dish that represents our ethnic background. I'm white, with lots of different European countries in my family history so I decided to go with a dish that's unique to my Canadian province because that's where I'm born and I identify with it, and my province influences my cooking a lot.
The rest of my classmates were all first generation immigrants, from Europe, China, Japan, etc. 2 other classmates are second generation Canadian and have really cool and unique backgrounds so were able to choose a food that represented their upbringing.
Basically what I'm saying is I'm fairly boring but picked something important to me and something with cultural significance (just like everyone else and just as the project asked).
I did my presentation and handed in my project, with the essay written according to the rubric given.
My teacher handed my paper back to me and said I didn't do it right. She said I didn't write the history of the dish. I did, though. The dish originated from Greece, and was developed in the 1970s. I had the name, the restaurant, the inspiration, everything.
Nope, she wanted to know where the Greek dish originated (Turkey) and then where the Turkish dish originated. I basically ended up writing a history that went back 800,000 years. It was flat out ridiculous.
Some of the other students did dishes that were similar in history (because really, all our food comes from the same place eventually), and they all had about a 1 paragraph blurb on the history. Maybe a couple hours work?
My paper was ten pages and took several extra days (full time course, worked part time).
F**k I hated that teacher. Actually I still hate her."
That's just creepy.
"My teacher follows me into the bathroom and listens to everything I do "to make sure I don't do anything stupid".
And blames me for random s**t. No clue why."
Some teachers just don't know how to do their jobs.
"7th grade, I have a teacher who decides that backpacks aren't allowed in her class. I bring mine one day because she's the last class I have and having to go to the lockers to get my bag made me miss the bus. I explain this and she makes me write the student expectations page as a "punishment", just to give a smug look as she tears them in my face. By the next week, everyone brings their bags anyway and she never said anything again.
Later that year, we get an assignment on Vietnam and that included making something to be physically displayed. She goes around asking what some ideas were and I decide on making the country shape out of Lego, and she looks me in the eyes and says that's fine.
Fast forward to a day before it's due and I've used about $40 of my own goddamned money to build this just for her to tell me she wasn't accepting that project since she didn't want Legos in her car. I scribbled a roughly Vietnam shaped country on notebook paper, got a 30% and nearly failed that class."
We aren't perfect. There's plenty of things in our pasts that we look back and cringe at.
That being said, sometimes those cringe moments go far past cringe. Sometimes they get to the point of no return awfulness because that's where our human nature took us in this moment.
He's Not Dead
<p>When I was 17 my brother walked into a room where I was lying down on my back and stamped on my chest. </p><p>I saw red and stood up and punched him square in the face, unfortunately this was in a doorway in front of a staircase, which he fell down backwards and when he hit the wall at the bottom folded up in such a way I thought I'd killed him. </p><p>He didn't move for what seemed like forever and I was certain he was dead, the world just spinning out around me. </p><p>He wasn't dead, obviously, but knocked out briefly and he never laid a finger on me again, after being the kind of nasty bully who had spent much of my childhood just randomly beating on me for his own enjoyment.</p><p>Those were the longest seconds of my life.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/MrSpindles/" target="_blank">MrSpindles</a></p>Complete And Total Taking Over
<p>I don't know about "haunts" but it makes me cringe. In public school we had this thing in our school called 'Jumpstart for Kids' where you'd go around, often door to door, collecting money for this charity once a year. </p><p>Anyway I was 12 and I liked a boy in highschool and he convinced me to take the envelope and go door to door and collect money... to give to him so he could buy a drum set. </p><p>I walked around collecting from all these sweet people who told me I was so nice for collecting money for underprivileged kids. Fortunately I got caught and my parents made me donate it instead. So embarrassing.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/heather-rch/" target="_blank">heather-rch</a></p>Scene Of The Crime
<p>Provincial Park, pay shower, 12 years old, line-up to get in. Towards the end of my turn in the shower, get the urge to poop. Cannot hold it. Using a sock to smoosh the last of it down the drain, water turns off. Out of quarters. Put a towel over my head, run out of there past the line-up.</p><p> Get back to the camp site, immediately change clothes, shoes, hairstyle, put on a ball cap. Work up the courage to go by the area later on, it is all cordoned off. Hear people angrily discussing how someone took a dump in the shower.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/eskerhobolo/" target="_blank">eskerhobolo</a></p>When Bullying A Bully Isn't Worth It
<p>We had a camper in this large campground at a lake when I was growing up. Tons of families with kids riding bicycles and golf carts up and down the gravel roads through the property. </p><p>There was this one kid that was a few years older than me (I was 10, he was probably 12 or so) who's dad was the security guard and they lived on site and he was the biggest punk in the park. He'd try and wrestle you in the pool, throw rocks at you as you were fishing, ride off on your bike if you left it laying around, bully and hit smaller kids, even girls. </p><p>I was driving the golf cart down a pretty steep, gravel hill one day when I came up on him on his bike, going the same way as me. He never turned around to acknowledge I was there so I got up just to the side of him and turned HARD right into him. We were both going probably 10-15 miles an hour down this hill. </p><p>He took a nasty spill and rolled off the side of the road and wasn't moving. I kept on going, acting like nothing happened. We were completely isolated so no one saw me. I remember him getting taken away in an ambulance and hearing that he'd been hurt pretty bad.</p><p> I immediately felt remorse for what I'd done but never said a word to anyone. He or anyone else never had any idea I did it either. I look back now and think about how much of a financial strain I put on that family, seeing as how they were already living in a camper. That was a really REALLY evil thing I did and it still crosses my mind quite often.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/harp9r/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">harp9r</a></p>Not Hurting
<p>So you know the carnival horses you can sit on outside of grocery stores (back in the 90's). Well I wanted to ride one and this sweet old woman tried to help me get on, slipped, and really really hurt herself falling into the ride. I just remember hearing her scream and I got scared and ran away.<br></p><p>I'm 31 years old and think about that day at least once a week.</p><p><span></span><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/packhawk2689/" target="_blank">packhawk2689</a></p>Gotta Get Up, Gotta Get Out
<p>Easy. When I was 5, I burned my house down.</p><p>We were living in a small home, me, my sister, mom, dad. I was supposed to be in the bed, but I wanted a toy or <em>something</em> that was under my bed, and I didn't want to wake my parents by turning on my light... soooo I grabbed my dad's cigarette lighter and light the flame under my bed. Needless to say it went up like a match. </p><p>My dad tried to stomp the fire out after I started screaming fire, burning his leg horribly. My room and the source of the fire was blocking EVERY other bedroom from escape, so everyone had to jump out of a window. Funnily enough, I don't remember the world-class a** whipping I must have received for that. I just cringe at the thought that I almost killed all of us being a dumb kid.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Paradigm_Pizza/" target="_blank">Paradigm_Pizza</a></p>Escape
<p>I was married to an insanely abusive man. After two years I escaped and he killed himself shortly after. Not sure if it was him avoiding charges, or avoiding his deployment but his family decided it was 100% my fault. They told the police I gave him the gun and encouraged him. </p><p>That was investigated and unfounded. What they didn't know was he'd scanned and emailed me his suicide note the wee hours of the morning of. The police didn't find the note. Of course I handed it over when they asked. His family would not believe I wasn't involved or at fault and harassed me for a long time. </p><p>If I got a job and they found out about it they'd call and leave so many complaints I'd get let go. Found out what I drove and had their other kids and their friends follow me. </p><p>I ended up having to leave that town and disappearing to avoid them. But before I did, I printed a copy of his suicide note, found his moms car at her job, and left it on the window shield. That note detailed the abuse his father put him through, his rage at his mother for never leaving him and making himself and his siblings live with the SOB. </p><p>That he never wanted me to blame myself, that this was his way of getting the hell away from them and the damage he caused. I felt pretty bad for awhile. But at the same time.... they literally wouldn't leave me alone and stalked me for 5 years.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/TinyTinasRabidOtter/" target="_blank">TinyTinasRabidOtter</a></p>If You Give A Pup A Shower
<p>Bored in the house one day alone when I was about 10, so decided to give my dog a shower, I genuinely loved my dog, he was my best friend growing up, but for some unknown reason I decided to turn the shower onto hot water only (extremely hot) and started showering him. There was a delay I guess in him reacting because his fur was so thick, which meant I kept it on him for a few seconds.</p><p>suddenly He started yelping like dogs do when in pain, his instincts were to not be aggressive or try to escape but just looked at me scared and confused.</p><p>I panicked smashed on the cold and cooled him down as quick as I could.</p><p>Fortunately he was not 'burnt' or had any ongoing issues, he never even lost trust in me.</p><p>I felt physically sick and ashamed in myself for days after, and obviously it still bothers me 20 years later.</p><p>The good thing to come from it is that I was so disturbed by my action that I have never knowingly inflicted pain on anyone or anything since.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/ChrisLeeHD/" target="_blank">ChrisLeeHD</a></p>Caught In The Act
<p>I was at school and for no reason at all, I eavesdropped a very private and delicate conversation between one of my teachers and her husband. </p><p>Then she opened the door and saw me eavesdropping. It was beyond humiliating and I deserved the scolding afterwards. I was young and stupid obviously, but when I remember the look on her face, I still cringe hard, even if it's been almost 20 years.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/naydeilinsei/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">naydeilinsei</a></p>Shunned
<p>Second grade, I had a classmate (fake name Sasha) who was kinda awkward. Crooked teeth, quiet, not too bright. Didn't really have any friends within the class, though she did have some people she would hang out with at recess. </p><p>In any case, a boy in the grade above us, a friend of my brother's actually, for some reason decided to spread a rumor among all of us that Sasha had lice and to stay away from her. </p><p>I bought it without a second thought, and so did most of us; as far as I know, she wasn't particularly teased, but she was just shunned. No one talked to her. </p><p>She was around till the end of the year and didn't come back for third grade. No clue what happened to her, but I really hope we didn't mess her up too much.</p><p>Next summer, I got the worst case of head lice my pediatrician had ever seen. Karma, my dudes.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Isabel79540/" target="_blank">Isabel79540</a></p>Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay |
I don't miss high school or the people in it. People who seem to have peaked in high school also weird me out. How? Why? I can definitely tell you that life got much more interesting the older I got (my 20s were way more fun than any of my time in high school). If you were to ask me if I have any regrets, I suppose I would say that I wish I had been more assertive and stood up for myself more. Depression has a way of complicating goals like that, though. Let me tell you: It feels nice to be so much healthier than I was then.
After Redditor Sub2735 asked the online community, "What's your biggest regret from high school?" people shared their stories.
"I'm sure the mentality..."
<p>Being too shy, I'm sure the mentality that everyone hated me wasn't very good for making friends.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpad84o?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">aeflare</a></p>"I'm not sure how it could have gone differently..."
<p>Dropping out. I am not sure how it could have gone differently, but I do wish it had. It was expensive to upgrade all that education to get into post-secondary, and I also missed out on a lot of social things.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpafhng?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">DaughterEarth</a></p>"I was already pretty cynical..."
<p>I was told I had received a full-ride scholarship, so I stopped putting in any effort on other scholarships. When the time came, it wound up being awarded to someone who applied late, got it due to their family's income level, and then dropped out of college after one month. My first two years of college were a financial nightmare as I had to pay my own way on everything (except rent, as I lived at home and commuted across state lines for work and college). If I had $50 at the end of the month, that was a damn good month. I couldn't get student loans and my parents refused to help, so I had worked out a deal with the financial office at college to pay something like $550 a month, which was about 90% of my income.</p><p>I regret not confronting whoever made that decision about the scholarship. I somewhat regret not putting in the effort to get other scholarships at the same time, but I can't blame myself for it either.</p><p>I was already pretty cynical at that point, but that was when I realized just how quickly your back becomes a knife block for someone else's optics.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpalo5m?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">A_Garbage_Account</a></p>"I used to daydream..."
<p>I used to daydream about going back one day and burning it to the ground, but it's just been demolished by land developers. So I guess that dream's dead.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpafcpx?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">EducationTangle06</a></p>I suppose the phrase, "Always follow your dreams"...
<p>...doesn't apply in this case.</p>"Acting like a clown..."
<p>Acting like a clown, annoying everyone to the point where no one really stayed in contact with me after, and taking my precious little charter school for granted.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpae5ak?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">SalFunction12</a></p>I have a friend who has expressed similar concerns about his time in high school.
<p>He ended up spending his college years going to therapy and maturing. His clownish antics were a coping mechanism for a lot of crap going on in his life at the time. He's happier and healthier now and that's what matters.</p>"To be fair..."
<p><span>Dating my best friend. To be fair that's how I found out a lot of people weren't really my friends but getting ghosted afterward really hurt.</span></p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpasudw?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">kannacantplay</a></p>"She got tired..."
<p>I took my crush to Daft Punk Alive 2007 instead of my best friend. She wasn't responding all day, and I was with my friend. We were about to leave when she called. She'd been with her boyfriend all day and had forgotten about the concert. I took her. My buddy was disappointed but cool about it.</p><p>She got tired of being on the floor halfway through so we sat in the bleachers. We started walking out before the encore because she wanted to get home sooner.</p><p>Always wanted to take my buddy to a Daft Punk show after that, and was going to, no matter where or how much it cost. But I'll never get the chance.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpbd6so?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">spanishgrapelaw</a></p>"Looking back now..."
<p>I regret not telling my crushes how I felt about them. Looking back now, I know that those puppy love relationships probably wouldn't have developed into anything long term and I no doubt would've had my heart broken when they inevitably ended but, I can't help but wonder: What if?</p><p>Having cultivated a host of insecurities by the time I got to high school, I was really good at hiding my inner thoughts and feelings - I also probably didn't see myself very clearly. So, I just assumed that there was zero chance of my crushes reciprocating my feelings and never said anything to them about it. I also probably sub-consciously ignored any signs that they were interested in me (again, didn't see myself clearly, was very insecure).</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpazwl2?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Vegoceraptor</a></p>"The world is wider..."
<p>Not engaging with opportunities available to me and just looking at it like a holding pen just before adulthood.</p><p>It may seem hokey, but join clubs, try out lots of sports, pursue interests, pay attention in class and engage with your peers.</p><p>The world is wider for adolescents than I allowed myself to believe it was at the time.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpaxnsf?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Big_Requirement_3540</a></p>"I already knew I was quitting..."
<p>Senior year I had the option of a guaranteed internship and doing half days at school. Turned it down because my parents wanted me to be in band (and I enjoyed it so didn't put up a fight).</p><p>I already knew I was quitting when I went to college. The internship would have been great experience to propel my studies/career.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv5ytu/what_is_your_biggest_regret_from_high_school/gpatszd?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">ClubbsMcLubbs</a></p>High school isn't easy.
<p>Nor is it particularly fun for a lot of people. Remember how awful being a teenager was? Remember what it was like to feel like you were at the whim of your hormones all the time? It's an emotional rollercoaster. It's no wonder so many people would rather close the book on high school once it's over (or have some regrets related to their time there).</p><p>Have your own stories? Feel free to share them in the comments below.</p>When we are on the outside looking in, it can feel so obvious that a relationship is doomed.
When we offer advice to friends, family, or people oversharing at a party, the correct next move often seems wildly obvious: get out of that relationship.
Enough Was Enough
<p>"He was mentally ill, possibly with Paranoid Personality Disorder, definitely delusional, maybe schizophrenic. I was accused of all types of things, affairs, being part of plots to 'get' him, even urinating on his toothbrush."</p><p>"I stayed for 3 years after I knew I no longer loved him because I knew he would spiral without someone to look after him. He had destroyed every relationship with his friends and family because they were all also out to 'get' him."</p><p>"I finally told him I would only stay if he got help, which he refused. So I left."</p><p>"I was right about him spiralling. He went from sharehouse to sharehouse as all the other tenants were 'out to get him'. He eventually ended up homeless for a while is now facing 18 different charges so will probably end up in jail."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpal6ip?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">damekl</a></p>An Unfortunately Common Response to Fading Love
<p>"She threatened to kill herself and even though I wanted out of the relationship, i didnt want her to be hurt or die. I remember us arguing about something very trivial but she was getting very upset. She walked out mid conversation and came back with cuts all over her legs and thighs."</p><p>"I tried getting help from parents, school counselors, doctors. None helped. So i just tried to manage as much as I can. Eventually she joined the military & moved away and that was the moment I was finally free."</p><p>"Years wasted though."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpab7fm?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">corazon_im_hurt</a></p>A Bare Bones Story
<p>"Short version: domestic violence."</p><p>"Long version: I was afraid to leave because I believed he would find me and kill me."</p><p>"Conclusion: He pushed me too far and I ran."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpaizjk?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">AliceMorgon</a></p>Tipping Over the Edge
<p>"He was a violent drug addict and I was scared of what he may do if I left. I never truly loved him but our relationship became very codependent very quickly."</p><p>"He cheated on me, took advantage of the fact that I had a car and money, but I still stayed because he was always threatening to kill himself or to kill my cats."</p><p>"Then one night he literally backed me into a corner and tried to punch me in the head so that finally made me open my eyes and realize I had to get out."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpb5z6l?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Theging96666</a></p>Optics
<p>"She's terminally ill, and dying of Cancer, even though she is abusive now, and was before, I can't really leave, the social pressure to be a *good man* plus the cost of divorce and everything else is just too much, at this point it's just easier to wait it out."</p><p>"Plus I really like her family, and if I left her when she was sick...it would pretty much kill that relationship."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpbm18j?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Boise_State_2020</a></p>Always a Reason to Stay
<p>"We were living together at 16, she cheated on me and I told her I wanted her to leave, she begged me not to send her back to her moms house because they have like 8 people in a 2 bedroom house and because she would've had nowhere else to go."</p><p>"I was 16 I didn't know how to handle a girl literally begging me so I let her stay against my better judgement and it created a hurtful cycle of falling in and out of love."</p><p>"Feeling like things could get better and then having my world come crashing down every time I look at her because I think of reading the message of the guy saying he loved watching her get on top of him."</p><p>"A couple of years go by and we're not in love, just tolerating each other at this point and then we got pregnant, stayed together through the pregnancy but the stress was too much for both of us and caused fighting, sleeping apart, more cheating."</p><p>"When the baby was born she had finally turned 18 and we moved away our relationship got much better with each other, we're best friends now and are just trying our best to raise our daughter to be healthy and happy and know she's loved."</p><p>"Neither of us had good childhoods."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpa47ed?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Lapidot-Wav</a></p>For the In-Laws
<p>"I lived with a man I never loved. His mum was also living with us and I loved her more than my own biological mum."</p><p>"She was the nicest, kindest and the most caring soul I have ever met in my life. I left that man when he told me that he knew I was only with him because of his mum. That was 20 years ago but I still miss her every single day."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpbz7av?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Mayfl21</a></p>A Sudden Shift
<p>"I was with my wife for 14 years. For at least half of that, I wasn't happy with the relationship. But I had decided I was ok with it because everything about our life together was acceptable, for lack of a better word."</p><p>"We owned a house, made good money, got along well, shared hobbies, etc. We were basically roommates/best friends who just didn't love each other the way you would normally expect from a married couple."</p><p>"When the pandemic hit, and we were forced to stay home more and spend time with each other EVERY DAY, we started to get a better sense of how well we actually tolerated each other. It didn't go well."</p><p>"She ended up getting really into online gaming and met some other guys and basically cheated on me. In retrospect, it was obvious it would reach that point."</p><p>"But I was content to stay there as long as I could because it was a comfortable life with very little stress and obligation."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpaadi2?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">knucklehead923</a></p>Slow Fade
<p>"I was no longer as 'in love' with her. But I still loved her. After years together it could become tricky to figure out exactly what It's just a lull and what is it really going away."</p><p>"I was still living with my best friend. But ended it because once we really realized that I wasn't feeling the same way anymore. I was just hurting her for me to stay since she was still in love."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpa6h2s?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">collin3000</a></p>Wise, But a Little Sad
<p>"We have good chemistry and built a life together. After a lot of years, love comes and goes. It is like the seasons."</p><p>"As cold as it can be in the winter, if you put the effort in, the spring will always come back."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lv3k1j/seriouspeople_who_have_stayed_with_someone_they/gpa41jl?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Aizpunr</a></p>Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay |
Some people don't take breakups very well. And those that don't can sometimes engage in behavior that others might view as bothersome, unsettling, even toxic.
Others engage in abusive behavior during the relationship, a major red flag that some people might not take seriously until it's too late.
After Redditor XYZ3110 asked the online community, "What's the creepiest thing an ex has done?" people shared their stories.