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.

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.

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.

Probably this jerk that I taught for Mathcounts. Dude stole my binder, shame because he had potential.

We was all at lunch one day at work and one of the supervisors came in and asked someone to do something when we finished lunch.

This particular nasty shit told him this was our break and to piss off. No one particularly found that necessary.

Supervisor guy apologised for disturbing our break, explaining he’s sorry and that it was the anniversary of his wife’s passing and he wasn’t thinking straight. He wasn’t one to disturb us on break normally.

The arsehole then replied to the supervisor something along the lines of “we don’t bring our problems in work and neither should you, so fuck off”

When the supervisor left, we all let the guy know what an arsehole he was for doing that.

Possibly one of the worst people I’ve ever worked with. He eventually got fired for posting derogatory stuff on Facebook about the job/people he worked with and the supervisor we worked with had a lovely retirement send off when he hit his old age.

My brother-in-law. He’s not evil, he’s just… hollowed out. There’s not really a whole person in there anymore. Something’s missing: What made him him, but also what made him a functioning member of society. He’s just sort of a zombie that moves from job to drugs to sleep. He doesn’t recognize even close family members unless he’s expecting them.

He used to be so kind, a talented musician, funny and clever. Don’t do hard drugs, people. Some trips you don’t come back from.

Kevin

Myself, nobody has wasted more protentional and fucked me over more then me.

Past Me is an asshole

Some guy that was invited to my friend’s wedding. She invited him because she felt sorry for him.

At the wedding reception, he was going to each table that had any woman sitting there. He would try to flirt with all the women at the reception, even if their husband/boyfriend is sitting next to them. He went to my table and the first red flag was my friends went dead silent and gave him the death stare as he sat down. He tried to pull the same shenanigans, but left when he got bored.

After the reception, my friend received floods of phone calls from her friends about this guy because of what he did at the reception and he was following some women when they were trying to leave.

All in all, fuck that guy.

My ex-wife, her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend all for basically the same reasons. Manipulative, gaslighting, thieving assholes whom abused my trust, as well as abused me mentally and physically.

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Not the worst worst, but a story I feel is fitting.

I still remember in high school a new guy transferred in one year and was just the worst person to interact with, I’ve ever met. He would verbally insult everyone he talked to, literally everyone. I had the displeasure of sitting next to him in one of my classes and it was just nonstop. Thankfully, I didn’t take it personally cause I saw he did it to everyone. It became more tiring after a while, to hear him speak, rather than feeling insulted.

I remember a large number of us spoke out against him to the teachers, but I forget if anything came out of it.

I’m only in here to see if anyone describes me.

Here’s one, my former boss. I was on a course and as part of it, I was required to do an internship. It ended up lasting six months without me being paid so I told the manager that I need to change because I am starting my sociology course and I need to get paid. She said she’ll get back to me and never did. I wanted to get paid weekend work so I could go to college and make money. I never heard back from her and instead a bunch of new people were actively picked over me to work on weekends and get paid.