Regale us with tales of awful exes, terrible siblings, toxic Co workers and other nefarious characters you’ve encountered along the way in this journey we call life.
I’d have to give it to my father in law. I don’t care how he treats me, he’s an unemployed loser living in a falling-down house his mommy gave him and his opinions on many things aren’t valid.
No, the issue is how he treats my wife. Yes, his own daughter. He’s your standard Deadbeat Dad™ who never paid any child support, never helped his kids in any way, and in fact blames his children, and their mother, for everything bad in his life. When my wife, along with our five year old kid and myself were flooded out of our house at 2am, we were blamed for the flood. As in, “You two literally caused the flood and I’m going to sue you for it”.
That’s his favorite thing, hes gonna sue. For realz this time. Whatever percived slight he has, hes going to lawyer up and take everything someone has. Hasn’t had any successful court dates yet.
This year it got easier for my wife, according to her. She went to see him on fathers day, and he was having his man-period or something and was pissy about the flood and everything else he coukd think of, and he just tells her to get out of his life. Which after 35 years of mental and physical abuse, my wife was happy to do. It took a week before he tried to call her to demand something or other, and she blocked him. I felt bad for her, but she says not to - her life is easier now.
You can’t pick your family, but you can decide whom you spend your time with. She did the right thing and I’m happy she sees the value in that already.
Her new year’s resolution was basically “Stop helping people” which sounds bad unless you know the details, where it’s more “stop setting herself on fire to keep people warm”. Many of her family members are just rapacious sucking maws of need and will never be happy as long as my wife has something they want.
Um, my older brother.
My older brother, as we speak, is trying to evict my Mom and Dad out of a home they spent 30 years and $400,000 to pay for. They didn’t save for retirement so they live off of DoorDashing, but they’re also elderly so there isn’t much they can do for work. I’m trying to help them raise money to save their home via GoFundMe.
He committed fraud against them in getting them to sign over the house.
Yeah, mom wanted a dozen but couldn’t have any more after #11, so they started fostering. Then they started adopting and didn’t want to split up siblings who were related, and that led to the seven adoptions. They’ve got big hearts for sure.
Fostering is nice, but you’re running a barn with that many kids rather then having actually meaningful relationships. How big of a house do you need for that? How do you afford food for 18 people? It’s very irresponsible to take care of that many kids.
My platoon sergeant in Iraq. Lazy piece of shit, never did his work. Would wear PTs for weeks on end. A really creepy guy.
He got several women pregnant and skipped out on the kids. Got medically discarded from complications due to steroid usage. Claims all sorts of injuries that happened to me and my buddies so he can receive all sorts of perks and benefits. Has a custom built house gifted to him to account for the need for his mobility scooter, which he doesn’t need, got a free Harley, and got brought out and honored during an NFL game for being a hero, and he never did shit.
I was in MathCounts in middle school. MathCounts is a competitive math club for middle schoolers. Think of it as just taking the SAT for fun.
The club advisor was a woman that we’ll call Ms. Audrey. She isn’t actually a teacher, and really her position in the school is sort of a gray area. All we really know is that she’s been with the school since its inception, and she holds a lot of influence over the school’s admins. It may be because the school admins view MathCounts performance as good marketing to show that the school is doing well academically, but that’s just my speculation.
In any case, her life is math. That’s basically all she does. She even has a husband with a doctorate in math. Actually, she would have been the most valid candidate to be the club advisor, if not for the fact that she was extremely harsh and abusive toward the club members. If a club member gets a question wrong during practice tests, then she would single them out and have them stand in front of the room, and force the member to try to solve that question correctly while yelling at him that he should have solved it correctly the first time. Of course, a student doesn’t willingly get questions wrong, so when this happens, the student has no idea how to solve the question the correct way and the entire club ends up wasting a good 10 minutes watching that one student try to solve the question through trial and error. It’s terrible for the student and it’s terrible to everyone else watching.
To make up for the inefficient use of time, Ms. Audrey mandates that club members need to spend 3-4 hours after school on the club, Monday through Friday. Essentially, we finish school at 6pm earliest, and we regularly go past 7pm and sometimes into 8pm. She also hosts additional “optional” practice sessions on the weekends and over the holidays. Also, she assigns practice tests as homework.
She once kept our competition awards hostage. When asked about it, she just said that she needed it for something and that she’ll give it to us “later.” I later secretly went in to the room and took my award anyways.
Once, she lost one of her binders. I’m not sure what was in it, and frankly, I don’t care to wonder. But she seemed to have thought that it was really important, because she launched an entire “investigation” into who took the binder.
Her idea of an investigation is to wait until a club member is alone, then ask that club member to sit in the teacher’s lounge. She would then “leave” to do something else and let the student sit for 10 minutes. When she returned, her entire demeanor was different, and she would insist that the student “confess for what they did.” She would say that other club members saw that student do it and that she already knows that the student did it, but she just needed the student to say it. She would threaten severe consequences unless the student confess. And she would pressure the student until they start crying. If still the student didn’t say anything, she would conclude that the student was innocent and didn’t take her binder. Repeat for the other club members until she found someone who confessed. Of course, it turns out that nobody took her binder.
I think none of the club members knew any better, and so none of them left. A lot of members were also pressured by their families into staying because “Ms. Audrey is overqualified and she gets results.”
I’m not quite sure what it is about me, but when I joined, Ms. Audrey kind of fixated on me. She somehow came to the conclusion that I had “enormous untapped potential for math,” and she made it her job to try to activate that untapped potential. To be entirely fair to her, I was good at math. I was a quick learner and I was able to solve some of the problems that other people couldn’t solve. But I think she vastly overestimated my potential, or at least she was terrible at activating my potential. And very quickly I became a major target of a lot of her abuse, when I wasn’t living up to her ideas on my mathematical abilities. I ended up hating math as a subject, and when I finally got to high school, I had an entire career plan shift. Now I’m a biologist, where I don’t need to touch math at all.
Wow. I don’t say this often, but Miss Audrey sounds like a complete bitch.
Sorry you had to go through such an experience. Do you still hate math?
Yeah. I can’t imagine myself doing any sort of math beyond basic units conversion for my work. The entire experience just put me off math completely
That’s awful… I hope that at least you still enjoy what you’re doing now?
Did she ever receive any comeuppance?
I haven’t heard of the movie before, but briefly looking over the synopsis, yeah, it was pretty similar to what my experience was like. It feels like kind of a shame, because I feel like I might have actually done pretty well and learned a lot if the advisor was more supportive. I don’t particularly regret it though, since I’m pretty satisfied with my current career path, and I feel like I wouldn’t be where I am now if not for going through that experience.
Probably this jerk that I taught for Mathcounts. Dude stole my binder, shame because he had potential.
