Last year, I thought I was helping someone build their life back up. They couldn’t drive and they needed a job. This person was one of my exes.
So I bought her a $400 bicycle to help her get around, plus accessories like a bike cover, lights and something else.
Shortly after, she accused me of cheating on one of my long-tenured friends of 20 years. Because I was going out on thrift runs with her and there was even a point where we all talked in my vehicle using the hands-free communication feature to show we were friends. My friend also was already in a 14 year long relationship with a boyfriend already.
Ex breaks up, gets away with how much I spent despite submitting numerous return tickets to refund the money. Never got the full amount and I only ended up getting $31 back as a compensation because of her reluctance. Bitch should’ve been pressured to return the items.
During a particularly hard part of my life I asked my partner to take my car for an past due oil change while I was at school/work. When I got home at 11pm I asked how it went and they said that my car was a mess, which is not how I keep my car. Turns out someone trashed my car and stole everything the previous night including a bunch of school textbooks and a bunch of other related stuff. I have had things stolen before but this was in my driveway way outside the main city so it felt personal.
Luckily, I was able to work with the professors and my classmates who provided me copies or a spare book for the semester and I was able get by. Really sucked at the time but it was really warming to have other people pitch in to help me.
I had a drunk driver crash into my car parked in front of my house at 3:15 in the afternoon and completely totaled the car. He sped away as I watched and so I called the police. They did catch up with him, but ultimately when it went to court the district attorney dropped the ball on some document details and the fuckhead basically got out of any sort of restitution. He did have his license revoked and probation, but my family no longer had a car and it seriously fucked us for well over a year.
I live in a small town and a couple years later I found out that the guy is not only related to the local judge, but also the district attorney.
Can’t believe your legal system allows working with relatives.
The particular small town I live in has about five “main” families that pretty much own everything and everywhere. They’re also the ones who hold all the local government positions. If I would’ve known all this before moving here, I would not have. At least now I know to research things like that before choosing a place to live in the future. Nepotism is not only common here, it’s a way of life.
And yes, it’s in the US.
It’s probably in the US. We have no justice here.
Indeed. I’ve had a few decent experiences with the justice system here, but far more were horrible if not straight up tragic.
A lot of bullying. HE was the victim because he never did anything wrong, I just didn’t like him for no reason.
Same thing with a stalker and a rapist. They did nothing to me, I just Don’t Like.
Everyone believes it serves me right, and that I deserve it, and if everyone believes it then it’s true and I just need to get over it if I didn’t like being “abused”. I ditch everyone in my life to prevent more from happening.
abusive ex, whom taught me what panic attacks are and how to handle them, yelled at me a lot while i was having one at her house with no ride home. then she wordlessly got up and left for an hour during which i called my fucking mom like “i don’t know what’s happening please come get me”. ex shows up a little before my ride gets there and tells me that what had happened was i started to get worked up, so she left to give me some space. i just wanted to get home so i didn’t push back. then the next week she retold me the story as “you freaked out over nothing and i had to be supportive” and outright demanded that i apologize.
i broke up with her over it, but i recently learned she told all our mutual friends a bizzaro-world reversed version of the story wherein i stranded myself at her house just so i could give her a panic attack and then leave with her car. there’s loads of evidence as to what really happened, but i’m an introvert and didn’t play defense hard enough in the moment, so i did just lose that entire friendgroup.
probably for the best though. lifelong friends of manipulators tend to not be fantastic folks to rely on anyways lmao
Declaring bankruptcy on a five-figure loan. I knew what I was getting into and I rolled snake-eyes.
Bullying in high school. There certainly are people who got bullied more but it’s been enough to make me feel very uncomfortable in some everyday situations even many years later.
Yeah, it’s unbeliavable what hand-wavy bullshit each and every project or initiative to combat bullying is. Must be beacause most of the people who end up in administrative positions have been bullies themselves growing up, all evidence points to shit floating to the top in almost any society.
I can’t claim I saw everything that happened during my elementary school years and some cruelty must’ve happended without me knowing. From what I saw, though, there was just one kid that got bullied more than me, and he ended up killing himself at 16 years old. I often think he might have made a better choice than me.
Worked for a guy who treated us like shit, human bungee cords on trucks and fork lifts, paid under tge table for overtime, minimum wage if we were not at the clients house. Still in business today.
Chris Redfield burnt me and left me for dead.
I was resurrected against my will by a guy named Billy.
