People can be awful sometimes. There is nothing worse than someone acting like the victim when they're the one that is causing the drama. These redditors came face to face with the worst of human entitlement and are here to tell their stories. Please note that some have been edited for clarity.
She Didn’t Even Look
“I was in a crowded parking lot, driving around looking for a space. There was one car ahead of me. The car ahead of me stopped, so I stopped as well.
Then, before I even had time to react, her reverse lights came on, and she came flying backwards towards me. I didn’t even have time to honk. She slammed into the front of my car, got out of her car, and started screaming that I hit her.
When the cops arrived, she was crying, shaking and complaining that her neck hurt, and cursing me for slamming into the back of her car.
Thankfully, two people had been walking through the parking lot when this occurred and told the officer what really happened. Later, the driver of the car that hit me tried to tell her insurance company that I knew the witnesses and that’s why they lied. I didn’t know the witnesses by the way.
At any rate, if the witnesses hadn’t stuck around to give statements, I’d have been done.”
Quit Protecting Them
“Sometimes my children ask me why they’ve met my mother but never met my father, I tell them he died a long time ago when I was a kid. In reality, my dad used to be an abusive drinker, and my mother had to kick him out because he used to beat on us kids. We used to spend weekends at his new house but around the time I turned 10, he told my mother to stop dropping us off, and gave her a shoe box full of all the pictures he had of us. We tried calling him on holidays every now and again, but he finally just told us to stop contacting him altogether.
Last year my mother passed away, and he decided to reach out to me and expressed he had changed and wanted to make things up to me. I told him it was ok, I filled him in on how I was doing in life and sent him pictures of my children…but I expressed I was already a man, and don’t need a father anymore, but he was forgiven for the 20-year absence.
He then proceeded to tell me that I’m horrible for pushing him away and abandoning him, that he was dying and just wanted to fix things. So I just explained to him, it’s already forgiven, but he abandoned me and I had no time for his foolishness. I wish things would have been different, but he’s too much of a bad influence to allow in my children’s lives.”
A Truly Terrible Person
“My brother-in-law (wife’s brother) is always the victim. Everything is terrible in his life because everyone conspires to be mean to him. All his substance problems are other people’s fault. The government never should have taken his kid from him, because he’s a good father. When his disabled mother got custody of his kid and then let him move in with them, she ‘made up all those stories’ about him hitting her and the kid. When the government (both Adult Protective Services and Child Protective Services) told us we had to protect them from him, we had no right to take his kid (that he hadn’t had custody of for years).
He lives off disability for back problems he’s had since getting a beat down for running his mouth at the wrong people; despite the fact his doctors tell him he doesn’t need a wheelchair and can work. It’s our fault he can’t pay his bills, even though he’s still living in his mother’s house rent-free; and that surely has nothing to do with the fact that he blows his disability check on smack and junk food as soon as he gets it.
In his mind, we ‘abandoned him to die’ and are horrible people for not letting him live with us; despite the fact that the government literally put his mother and kid in our care to keep them safe FROM him. He came up with a scheme where he called 911 to be taken to the local hospital. When he got there he told them he was dying because he was wheelchair bound and abandoned in a squalid house (the house became squalid after the mother and kid were removed because he refused to clean and had a dog he never let outside).
He actually got APS to call us and tell us we had to take care of him and fix up his house. We explained the history and gave them the names of the case workers for his mother and son, who know him well. APS confirmed what we told them. When APS told him we didn’t agree to let him live with us, he demanded they file a court order to force us to allow him to live in our home. APS told him that wasn’t actually a thing that could happen; so he started screaming profanities at everyone in the hospital (she called us from the hospital, we heard him screaming.) When the doctors told him, again, he didn’t need a wheelchair; he screamed at them. They discharged him, but he refused to leave on his own, so they sent him home in an ambulance. He refused to get out, so they wound up driving him back to the hospital and leaving him on a gurney in the ER waiting room. After eight hours when he still refused to leave they had security drag him out and dump him in the parking lot.
A few weeks later, he’s calling us begging us to pay his bills and goes off again on how we had no right to take his kid from him, and we’re terrible people because we refuse to acknowledge what a good father he is.
He lives in the rural south. Do you know what it takes for CPS to take your kid in a poor county in the south? We’re talking immediate danger to life. Not only did they do that, and then a judge permanently took away his custody, but then they came back and said the kid and his mother weren’t safe in the same house as him, and we “stole his kid.” I raised my kids, they’ve graduated and are adults. I have zero desire to raise another kid, let alone one who has significant emotional issues from being abused. But guess what, I am. Because I’m not a total piece of garbage, and I can’t turn my back on them.
But in my brother-in-law’s eyes, this is all a vast conspiracy to spite him.”
Her Dad Is The True Evil Here
“I was in line in my car to enter an amusement park. All of a sudden the car in front of me threw on their reverse lights and backed into me hard.
I got out and was talking to the driver, a 17-year-old girl, about what I needed – her driver license and insurance info. She kept trying to delay giving me the info because she wanted to call her parents first. Fine, no problem….. she calls her dad and as they were talking she calms down and her face lights up.
She turns to me and says loudly and in a snarky tone while holding the phone towards me to get my reaction, ‘Did I hit you, or did you hit me? Because before I backed up, I checked my mirror and my passenger checked hers and you weren’t there and then all of a sudden we felt a hit…..’
I replied, ‘Are you implying I rear ended you?’
‘I’m not sure, but I think you might have.’
I point to my car, ‘Do you see that little thing beside my rear view mirror, that’s a dash cam and it’s been recording since I left my house and is currently recording our conversation. Now, if you want to go this route, we can, but the police are going to be notified…..’
Now she starts crying and says on the phone ‘No dad, he has a dashcam and it’s recording everything.’
Then come the waterworks, she starts trying to get me to talk to her dad, that he will take care of it etc. etc….. Finally, I got the info out of her and had to get the front end of my car fixed.”
And Then The Truth Comes Out
“My best friend’s ex-girlfriend was kicked out of her parents’ house when she told them she was a lesbian. She moved in with my best friend since they were dating at the time.
At first, she told my girlfriend that she was too depressed to find a job. My best friend was okay with that even if it meant she’d have to work more, which she did. She even found a second part-time job.
For the next six months, whenever my best friend asked the girl if she found a job, she’d always get the ‘I’m too depressed’ response. Eventually, my best friend found out her girlfriend cheated on her. Her excuse for cheating was ‘you’re always at work and never have time for me, and I need someone who will be there for me.’ My best friend kicked her out, but then her ex blamed her for having to move back in with her parents.
The kicker: turns out her parents never really kicked her out, she was just tired of them telling her to get a job.”
I’m Glad They Got Set Straight
“I manage an outpatient substance abuse education/treatment center. We’re licensed with the state so that anyone who gets a driving under the influence has to go through an evaluation process and complete some form of the education/treatment program dependent on that evaluation, in order to get their license reinstated or satisfy a probation requirement. Every state has its own version of this for substance related driving offenses. Everyone has to do it and no one is exempt or special, regardless of whether they won or lost their criminal case in court.
There are those who very obviously made the mistake of driving after a couple of glasses, had a BAC just over the legal limit, they realize they messed up and they usually end up in the lowest level. They get it done, no complaints. But every single day I come across at least one person who blames the state for having to do the program. They call it a racket, a money scheme, a waste of their time, complain about having to go through it, etc. And they treat me like garbage in the process as if I make the rules. Without fail, these are always the people who’ve had multiple occurrences, have addictions, and many of them have concurrent charges of vehicular manslaughter or accidents with injuries. These awful people who walk through my doors who’ve literally killed or injured someone because of selfish decisions, avoided jail, and have to go through 6 weeks of outpatient treatment, COMPLAINING about having to do it, annoy to no end.
I used to keep my mouth shut. But I’ve experienced so many of these perpetual victim types that when they start their whining I remind them of the real reason they’re in my office.”
That’s Creepy Dude
“This guy got upset saying we were always talking about him behind his back. He would creep up to the door in our apartment and stand there listening to our conversations. Of course, we would talk about him! He owed two of us over $600 and refused to pay it. And then we were the bad people because we would talk about it, in our own apartment, not knowing he is creeping around the door.”
Way To Ruin A Movie
“Last May right around my college graduation, my friends and I went to see the Avengers. We were seated next to this mom and her toddler (probably about 5 years old thereabouts). Everybody was really excited to see it, and it was actually my second time seeing it.
This toddler (not his fault, I know and totally understand) randomly throughout the movie sings his alphabet song, counts random things on the screen, and cries. The mom sits there and does absolutely NOTHING to even try to calm her child down and keep him from ruining the movie for everybody in the theater. It got to be about maybe 45 minutes into the movie, and one of my friends couldn’t take it anymore, and taps the mom on the shoulder and very politely requests that she try to calm down her child. She acted like a freak who was totally offended that he would even attempt to ask such a question. I didn’t hear what was said, but he went back to his seat, and he wasn’t happy.
Then another 20 minutes or so pass with her son doing what children do, and she just continues to watch the movie. Finally, I get fed up with it because the movie is about to get to the good part with all the action. I lean over and said something along the lines of ‘Excuse me ma’am, do you mind calming down your child?’ This lunatic replies very rudely and aggressively with ‘I’m going to ask you to get out of my personal space or I’m going to make a scene. You don’t want me to make a scene.’ At this point I’m thinking whoa lady?! I go back to my seat and see if her behavior changes any, and after 15 minutes of nothing changing, I get up and go get the management. Normally I wouldn’t because children can’t be controlled especially when it’s a movie that they probably don’t even understand or want to see. However, this lady was such an aggressive awful person that I just had to.
I bring the management in and show them who it is. While I was gone, she had turned on Angry Birds on FULL BLAST sound for her child and couldn’t figure out how to put the phone on silent. When I get up to her seat, she points her finger at me and gets within an inch of my face and says, ‘You, I want to see you outside now!’ She refused to leave the theater and all the while I’m saying, ‘Can we please go outside. I don’t want to ruin the movie for everybody else.’ My boyfriend goes outside with me at this point. Security guards get in between us outside because this lady is just flipping out. She kept ranting, ‘I am a mom. I have the right to be here. I paid money to see the movie.’ She basically acted like having a child justified totally disrupting the movie for the whole theater.
I just kept saying ‘Yes, you do have the right to be here as does your child but you don’t have the right to ruin the movie for an entire theater of people who also paid money to see the movie.’ Then the lady lies to management and pretends to play the good mommy victim by saying that she was just about to leave when she noticed her child wasn’t going to behave. Bull, she was because by then half the movie was over, and she hadn’t budged an inch. She only left because I got the management to throw her out of the movie.”
Ma’am That’s Not How That Works
“A woman rear-ended my car in the car wash of all places. She failed to put her car in Neutral and rolled right into me. She then proceed to yell at me and insist that it was my fault for ‘not going fast enough.’ After we finally convinced her that the track always goes the same speed, she decided to blame the CAR WASH EMPLOYEE for making the track too slow.”
Red Lights Serve A Purpose
“I once witnessed a car accident where a lady blew a red light and another car (whose light had clearly turned green) didn’t see her and hit her broadside. After the impact, witnesses stopped to help, and the lady who ran the red light tried to argue she was going through on a yellow and that her neck hurt.
Apparently, she had the nerve to attempt a lawsuit over it, because I was later interviewed (deposed?) over the phone by crazy lady’s lawyer who tried to trip me up by saying another witness claimed to be the same place I was. Too bad, man. I was right there, and there’s no way you can paint me as an unreliable witness for your client to steal money from an innocent for her own stupid mistake.”
That’s A New Expression
“My crazy college girlfriend cheated on me and then blamed me for causing problems in our relationship by being ‘obsessed with the truth’ as I figured out what had happened.”
Local Business Turns Sour
“Local business owner/friend asked a lot of his regular customers to invest in his new business in Atlanta, by buying shares. I bought in, knowing we wouldn’t break even for at least three years, but that he could sell religion to the Pope. Had losses for two years, break even at three as predicted. Four years in, he closes the Atlanta store and opens in another town, but this time he’s doing it all with ‘his own money.’ No way, he’s doing it with the inventory and proceeds from the Atlanta store. Even has a shiny new house, cars, the works for his new venture.
He’s shocked to the core, and hurt, I tell you, hurt and disappointed when all the share holders took him to court. Our lawsuit basically never got off the taxiway, it soon looked like the cost of going through the courts would quickly outpace our losses. People started dropping off and it fell apart.
The original store and the Atlanta store were closed. Those bridges he well and truly burned. The final store has changed names but appears to be going strong. No way I will name the business — I don’t doubt for a second that while we smaller potato investors weren’t ready for a long court fight, the owner would have no qualms about bringing a defamation suit against me in a heartbeat. Sometimes, karma is just asleep at the wheel and you have to accept it!”
This Is Why Teachers Leave
“When I was teaching, I had a student I adored who had some behavior problems. I did everything I could to support him. One day, we were taking a test, and he was talking. I reminded him several times that talking during a test is not allowed, and I would have him go in the hallway if he continued. He continued talking, so I told him to go into the hall. He called me autistic on his way out (his favorite insult) and so I wrote him a referral.
I called his parents, and they didn’t answer, so I sent an e-mail explaining what happened, that he got a referral, and that I hope we can work together to help him manage his reactions. His mother responded saying that my behavior is UNACCEPTABLE and that she is done speaking with me and I will hear from her lawyer.
She went all the way up to the district level to complain about me, telling all sorts of lies and making me look like a horrible person. I don’t teach anymore.”
“My mother pulled the old ‘going to the store’ routine when I was a kid. She called three days later from halfway across the country complaining because dad had shut off the credit cards.
To this day she tries to make my father the bad guy for her failed attempt at abandoning her family. They divorced shortly after, and I stayed with dad. I’ve always been second rate to her for being (in her words) ‘disloyal'”.
What A Strange Person
“My roommate kicked himself out of my condo.
I didn’t know this before he moved in, but he turned out to be a pathological liar and attention/pity seeker. He fabricated all kinds of stories that were easily proven false, and then he’d backpedal and lash out if caught. I was super uncomfortable with it and privately started making mental plans to give him his 30 days’ notice at the end of his lease (four months away), but hadn’t told anyone. Well, one day, I get some text messages from some mutual colleagues asking if it was true that I was kicking him out TODAY and I tell them that this was the first I was hearing of it.
Turned out that roughly after the third or fourth time that I caught the roommate in a major lie, he noticed that I wasn’t as chummy with him anymore, and he started spreading a rumor that I hated him now and that I was going to kick him out on his butt and make him homeless. He went crying to all the prettiest ladies of the gossip mill at work about how he was getting kicked out tonight and the rumor travelled quickly in a circle back around and he got tons of attention.
So that night he comes home from drinks with his gossip entourage and starts yelling at me about how he’d heard that I’m evicting him and demands to know if the rumor was true that I was going to kick him out tonight. I told him nope, I had no idea what he was talking about. He starts ranting and raving about how gossip gets around and continues accusing me. I tell him point-blank that I don’t know what he’s talking about, because I wasn’t planning on evicting him today AND I had never talked to anyone about evicting him — but I was upfront about my intention to give him notice at the end of his lease. He starts yelling WHAT DATE and then cuts me off and gives himself 30 days notice from today and starts accusing me of kicking him out before the holidays. Then he stormed off and updated his whole gossip train that he HAD been kicked out tonight and that the rumors were all true.
The next day he found a friend’s couch to sleep on and another room to rent by the end of the week, and upped the gossip to ‘Billie hates me so much they kicked me out onto the street that night.’
So he turned his own rumor that he created about himself into a quasi-reality. He did leave my home that day, but not on my doing. My home and my life are 1000x more peaceful now that he is gone.”
Gofund Something Else
“A girl I know who’s a complete drama queen got extremely hammered a few weeks back and got into her car to go to her ex boyfriend’s to start drama with him. She put the car in drive and passed out. It rolled forward and hit a vehicle that was parked in front of her.
When the police showed up they found her passed out behind the wheel, with her car in drive smashed into another car, and charged her with driving under the influence amongst many other things.
She wants to fight it because, ‘she technically wasn’t driving at the time’ and because the police were bullies for arresting her.
She’s going to start a gofundme because she needs money for a lawyer to ‘go after the police’ and ‘teach them a lesson’
All she does is complain about how they were being unfair and should’ve let her go.”
Betrayal Of Trust
“I was assaulted by one of my religious leaders, and to help me cope with it, I started seeing a therapist and made a dedicated journal to all these dark thoughts. Instead of trying to tell myself ‘I’m okay. Life’s okay. Yep didn’t happen I’m fine’ I could write all the deepest darkest thoughts my brain was thinking.
I did not tell my wife about my event, but she has a tendency of being snoopy (constantly woke up to her about 2-3 am going through my phone) so I tell her about the journal. That this is one thing under no circumstances she can read, that it is extremely personal and if she wishes to read it at some point, she needs to talk to me about it and I will decide if I feel it is necessary or beneficial.
Of course, one day she comes out and says she read it. The excuse was terrible. And she’s MAD AT ME, that I didn’t tell her sooner. That as my wife, I should be comfortable telling her anything and everything. As the following weeks go by I’m very angry with her, and she remains adamant that it was my fault because I didn’t tell her sooner and that I should change my stance on things I tell her. A few months go by and I’m still upset, our relationship is still rocky, and she says ‘oh wow that? I thought you were over that by now.’ and I reply with ‘No, of course I’m still upset. You betrayed my trust.’ To which she responds ‘Oh… I thought you were over the journal thing a while ago. I thought you’d be over your event by now with the therapy you’ve been doing…’ this woman was as insensitive as it gets.
Needless to say, she’s now my ex-wife.”