Enough was enough for these people, and they took extreme measures to confront the people who was making their lives miserable. Whether this was a classmate, partner, or family member, all of these nasty people got what they deserved! Content has been edited for clarity.
The Most Satisfying Rant Ever Delivered
“I was shopping at Aldi’s and this mother came in with three very young kids, all under age seven, that immediately took off in different directions to wreak havoc on the store. They were terrorizing other shoppers while she shopped without a care in the world. She checked out and was packing her groceries, when one of her kids came running up with a candy bar for her to buy for them. I was next in line and was starting to unload my groceries, when she tried to push in front of me. I moved to block her. She looked at me and loudly said, ‘I ONLY HAVE ONE THING!’ I suggested she join the end of the long line filled with people her kids irritated during their shopping experience.
She muttered about how rude I was. And that set me off. I very loudly replied, ‘You want to talk about rude?! You came into this store and let your children run like wild animals! They pulled things off shelves and threw them on the ground, they pushed people away from products they were looking to purchase, they just about knocked over an elderly gentleman! And you have the audacity to call ME rude?! This might be a surprise, but YOU are responsible for taking care of your children, not the other shoppers or the store staff! So yes, I’m not letting you in front of me, and maybe your kids will learn the same lesson! You are being rude and pushy, which doesn’t always work out so well!’
The other terrorized shoppers were nodding in agreement. Sometimes that is what people need to hear. The next time I ‘saw’ her shopping, I overheard her telling one of her children that they needed to stay with her. As far as I know, she didn’t see me, but it appears she took my words to heart.”
Who Will Call Out This Monstrous Man?
“A friend of mine was in a very toxic and abusive relationship with a man two times her size. For years we watched him suck the life out of the happy, free, fun-loving young woman. Eventually, they broke up. But then, like most toxic relationships, he returned and wanted to work things out. They came to another friend’s party, which we were all invited to. Suddenly, some of HIS friend’s show up, who were not welcome. The home owner kindly asked them to leave, as they were taking over tables, taking drinks, and not being friendly. As they leave, my friend’s ex turned to my friend and said, ‘It’s really messed up you won’t go and say something to the home owner, they should be welcoming!’
My friend replies, ‘I didn’t invite them, you did.’
He responds, ‘Well you’re being terrible, that’s why they got kicked out!’
I’m standing there watching all of this. I knew they were broken up. I waited years for this moment.
With no hesitation I blurted out, ‘Shut your stupid mouth you manipulative turd! How dare you stand there and try to make my friend feel bad about YOUR friends getting kicked out of a party they WEREN’T invited to!’
He’s heated. He’s about 6’4″, and I was so much smaller. He approached me. I was standing on a step, so I was nearly eye to eye with him. He was very close to me, attempting to be intimidating. He told me, ‘Get lost! Mind your own business and stay out of this, or I will MAKE you stay out of it!’
Well I replied, ‘Oh, are you going to hit me for standing up for my friend? I have watcehd you treat her like garbage for years, and she deserves so much better than you! I dare you to hit me!’
I knew that he wouldn’t. He was the type of weak man who would immediately back down when a strong woman stood up to him. My boyfriend finally came out and separated the two of us immediately. They left shortly thereafter. They broke up several more times after that, but every time I saw him, he was courteous, semi-friendly, and a bit anxious around me. I saw him for who he really was, and he knew it. I never apologized and I never will. To this day, my friend still talks about this and is happy someone stood up for her.”
The Hero They All Needed
“I grew up in an emotionally and physically violent home with an addict single mother. My life as a child revolved around reading books where the good always triumphed. I also ADORED my teachers, because they gave me the support and nurturing I was not getting at home. I was also a good student and strived to please my teachers by doing well in school. Yes, I often became a teacher’s pet. What this all leads up to is that any time I saw a child being bullied by another, I would cut the bullies off and make them stop. Sometimes this escalated to fisticuffs. Growing up in a violent household, I was not afraid to take a swing at anybody. Following the paths of the heroes from my books, I never took the first swing. But I did take the last one. Even though I was a girl, I was a force to be reckoned with, and after a while the bullies knew to just back off.
Once the dust had settled and the truth of the altercation came out (and my teachers grew to expect this), the bully usually got sent to the principal’s office, and I was usually granted a reprieve. Occasionally, I got sent to the principal’s office for fighting, and corrections/alternatives were issued, but nothing much usually came of it. Someone would just tell me to never do it again, and I would enthusiastically agree. Nowadays, parents would be called, zero tolerance would result in both students being expelled, and anger management or counseling would have been required. I’m not advocating violence, please understand that! But I believe there is more than one ‘right’ way to handling these things. Back then, there was a cause-effect relationship. If you were bullying someone, and you saw Jenny coming, you’d better stop. And they usually did. I’m not apologizing for that.”
There Is No Escape
“I declined any invitation to all family events and I cut off contact completely, I will not allow them to see my fifteen month old, and I will not apologize for that. There’s no winning with people, so I told them to go kick rocks. My boyfriend’s grandmother is completely insane. She not only tried to shove her beliefs down my throat, but she told me how I needed to lose weight right after I had a baby. Then she would give me unsolicited advice after I told her I don’t want or need any help. She was outraged that I used baby formula for my kid. She was so upset that I consistently told her no over and over. This grandma also got my boyfriend’s aunt to come after me as well with the criticisms!
I never got a chance to stand up for myself because my boyfriend and I got stuck living with them for a few months, so I just had to take it until we were able to move out. It wasn’t until after we moved that I blocked all of his family. They all have drinking problems ,and his mom and sister would get wasted and harass me with tons of text messages. I won’t ever apologize for cutting them out of my life. I don’t think it’s in my son’s best interest to associate with addicts or any of that bigotry. I’m still a little traumatized from everything that went on, since I didn’t feel safe the whole time we lived there.”
The Worst Thing He Could Have Done To His Mother
“In the closing years of our mother’s life, she wasn’t well, but nobody else seemed to care. I stepped up to the plate and took care of her. She gave me a power of attorney to look after her affairs. I arranged her moving into an old folks’ home. When she was admitted to a hospital, I found out that she had been concealing something from me for years, because she didn’t want me to worry. She had known for years that she was slowly dying from multiple cancers that had spread through her body, after an initial fight with cancer of the kidneys. She got the cancer out of the kidneys, but unfortunately that left a halo of cancerous cells behind. After her admission to hospital, I got suspicious. I could sense there was something wrong, something I wasn’t being told. I excused myself for a moment and told her I would be back in a minute or so, and went to the nursing station for the ward she was in. I asked the nurse for my mother’s file. I told her I had a complete power of attorney over her affairs and had been looking after her for 20 years, and despite her protests, I demanded access to my mom’s medical notes. Tears rolled down my face when I learned what had really been happening. I had to leave for a day and return, forcing myself to smile for my mom. I ended up taking care of my mom for twenty whole years. My only brother never even visited her, unless his wife dragged him around to doing so.
Recently, I received a message telling me that my mom was being moved to a hospice center, where they basically just leave people in peace to die. I was horrified, so I raced to the hospital. When I got there, I saw that my brother and his wife beat me there. They had clearly brought her here from the hospital! As soon as they saw me, they muttered something about being able to leave finally. They had totally snuck around behind my back and made this decision without any sort of discussion whatsoever, never mind the fact that I had cared for Mom for so long! Immediately after they left, my mother told me how she hated this new place. But unfortunately, it was too late to go back. She stayed there until she passed away. My brother never came back to see her before she died.
Afterwards, I arranged for her to be cremated, so that I could take her ashes back to the city where she had lived most of her life. Many other family members still lived in the area, and I thought that they could get closure in the process too. We arranged to bury her ashes in the same grave as her little brother, who had passed away as a baby. I begged my brother to come with me. I told him I would pay for his plane ticket myself, and I would even make it business class! All he had to do was let me know when he would make himself available, so that I could finalize the burial arrangements. I never got a response. Ten days after I came back from burying our mother, while I was sitting in my office just after lunch, the phone rang. It was my brother. And for the next forty-five minutes, he rambled on about all of the reasons why he hated her. When he finally started to falter and dry up, I asked him if he was finished. I got to say the last word, so I yelled a hearty goodbye at him and hung up the phone.
It has been twenty-eight years since that fateful phone call, and I have never spoken to my brother in that time. And believe me, I never intend to! My mother worshipped my brother, and she had never done anything to him to deserve such appalling behavior! I have nothing to apologize for, he is the one who should be regretful! He never felt the need to reach out to me again, which is his problem to sort through!”
Years Of Promises And Lies
“I will never apologize for suing the estate of my deceased friend and client. An acquaintance of mine became inflicted with Parkinson’s, and he also suffered from Type 2 diabetes. A time had come when he was hospitalized and was subsequently sent to a rehabilitation facility. The doctor was not inclined to allow my friend to return home unless someone was present to help him. I was approached by his nephew, who I happened to be living with, to stay with him for a few weeks until he was back on his feet. I was also asked to be present for a visit by the hospital social worker, to assure them that he was not living alone. My partner assured me that rent would be taken care of, and I could return home when all was settled. At the time, I did not have a steady job and I felt empathy for his uncle, so I agreed.
The uncle lived in the city, fifty miles from my rural home. I was told to make myself comfortable in the third story master bedroom of his pricey townhome. Days passed into months, and months passed into years. Parkinson’s is a degenerative disease. The more time that passed, the more my responsibilities increased. I was now a caregiver working 24/7, with no pay and no days off. After a couple of years had gone by, I felt that I was being taken advantage of. I asked to be compensated. My friend was financially secure and could afford to pay me and a professional nurse. He didn’t want to do either. He offered a ridiculously small ‘allowance’ and reminded me of what a nice townhome I had the privilege of living in. I reminded him of everything I do every day for him, and that it would cost him much more to hire a live-in caregiver if I were to leave. After some more discussion, he agreed to pay a little more and assured me that when he was gone, I would be compensated in his will. Over the course of six years, he would repeat his intention to include me in his will on several occasions.
Sadly, the disease got the best of him, and he passed away after a three week hospital stay. I had become quite close to him after all that time together. I missed him and grieved for him. Two days after his death, his brother, who lived three thousand miles away, called me. He thanked me for all I had done. He told me that there was no will, but as soon as the townhome was sold, he would send me ‘a little something’. He then proceeded to tell me that I needed to vacate immediately, so he could sell the place. I was in shock and disbelieve! Our subsequent conversations deteriorated into insults and threats. So I was left with no choice. I sued my friends estate for back pay. The case is pending.”
Doggone Sick Of This Behavior
“I was at the beach with my family. Some piece of trash human being had a big dog on the beach unleashed. During beach season, dogs are required to be on a leash for most of the day. A couple of high school or college aged boys were at the waterline horse-playing, and then the unleashed dog charged up to them and started barking at them. I thought they were going to get bitten, but thankfully they weren’t. The owner showed them absolutely no concern and actually was laughing at the incident. He didn’t say anything to those boys at all. I approached the dog owner and told him in no uncertain terms, ‘I saw what happened back there. You are required to have your dog on a leash. If you don’t get your dog on a leash RIGHT NOW, I am calling the police out here!’ He responded that his dog won’t bite anyone, and then he scoffed at me. ‘You’re dog won’t bite YOU. Get him on a leash or I’m calling!’ Wouldn’t you know it, our friend got hold of his dog and hauled tail off the beach. Another woman thanked me for taking that stand.”
How To Handle A Toxic Friend
“This so-called friend of mine interrupted a support group meeting I was involved with to bring up the pettiest complaint. Apparently I was using the shared common space too much, even though my friend definitely used it more. This friend was raising their voice at me, which prompted me to tear up as I tried to shoo them away. I felt super rude, but this was actually the second time that this sort of thing had happened. One time I asked them to be a little more quiet around our apartment, and they raised their voice at me then too. They would always play the victim at the pettiest grievances. From that embarrassing moment onward, I tried to limit my interactions with them. I would always stay on the other side of the room. I remember how, if I ever needed someone to confide in, this friend would just tell me to ‘snap out of it’ and belittle my feelings. I realized that this friendship was absolutely one-sided. This person would constantly gossip about other people, totally tossing them to the curb. Enough was enough. I needed to take drastic action here.
I moved out, blocked this person’s number, and only spoke to them if they spoke to me. I kept it as brief and cordial as possible, so I wouldn’t get involved with anything. After only six months, this friend apologized for their behavior. But I never apologized for taking this stand. It was so necessary. We are trying to be friends again after sitting down and talking through feelings. But now they know that if they raise their voice to me again, spread hurtful rumors, or do any of their past behavior, I’ll block them again for as long as it takes to apologize. There is no need for friends to be so judgemental. Familiarity can breed contempt, and now I do a much better job of vetting my friends and who is actively involved in my life. I encourage everyone else to do the same!”
Small Steps Lead To A Drastic Maneuver
“I was fed up with the years of being bullied non-stop. I got pushed far enough that I took action to shut their behavior down. Not one time were these incidences ever called out. Teachers were fully aware of what was going on and said nothing. So I messaged these girls, telling them that they had reached the end of the line in terms of pushing me around. Seriously, these people put bugs in my hair, threw objects at the back of my head, and they stole a brand new jacket from my locker and trashed it in the boy’s bathroom. This was an endless stream of abuse that went completely ignored. I was even kicked out of one class because the teacher said I was a distraction, due to the other students bullying me and disrupting class to do so. Instead of addressing the students and taking control of his classroom, he just wanted to ignore the issue altogether, and then punish me for doing nothing but sitting in his class trying to learn. As a consequence of the school not taking appropriate action, the bullying continued off of school grounds and in almost every public place I entered back then. It finally got to the point where I locked two girls in a closet and kept it shut until they apologized for their incessant bullying towards me. I felt mortified to be standing up for myself like this, but it wasn’t enough to fully end the bullying once and for all.
I do not apologize for standing up for myself when 99.9% of the time I did not do anything. I was extremely shy and awkward in those days. I was also traumatized by other events outside of the school environment. But being bullied in school only added to that trauma and pain. Those very rare moments I stood up for myself left me shaking and trembling. Now, bullying unfortunately did not stop once school ended for good. But over time, I gathered the strength and courage (and confidence) I needed to start asserting my right to live without abuse, bullying, harassment, and discrimination. I make no apologies for asserting my right to live and be who I am.”
How To Horrify A Bully
“One time I was at a bar with my friends, but I noticed that they were being harassed by this creepy dude. He would not leave these women alone! No matter what they did, this guy just could not take a hint! I approached this guy and asked him to leave my friends alone. I even offered to by him a drink or two. But this weirdo would not listen to reason. Apparently he had been rude to other women that entire night, and he was quickly getting on my nerves. He was a little guy, someone who had probably been picked on by big guys like me a lot. And that is one thing I don’t do.
He was trying to pick a fight, and all I was trying to do was get him to leave my friends alone. I went over and sat at the bar, grabbed my drink, ordered one for him, and gestured him over. He kept making comments about my friends, calling them nasty names and stuff like that. I had finally had enough. I drained my drink and asked him one last time if he would just let things be and apologize to my friends. He made another comment, so I took the drink glass and started to squeeze. It shattered in my hand, and a shard stuck in my palm. The blood was dripping down my arm. The guy went as white as a sheet, and he actually almost fainted. He muttered a half-hearted apology and ran for the door. The bartender handed me a towel so I could staunch the blood. The bartender had been at his wit’s end too when it came to that loser! Maybe that guy had been on something! yes, I still have a scar from that night. And yes, I would do the same thing again in a heartbeat.”