People Share The Worst Decisions They Made In The Heat Of The Moment

Anger is one of our most volatile emotions, if not the very worst. We have all felt it to varying degrees at different points in our lives. Sometimes it can be justified. Other times, it rises over almost nothing. Anger can be a healthy, driving force, or it can destroy indiscriminately and do untold damage to our own lives and those around us. One thing anger almost always does is make the person feeling it appear unpredictable, even to themselves. When angry, our instincts are to lash out or to attempt to drive away or destroy the things that angered us. This can be a protective force in some circumstances, but it can often result in rash actions, and thus serious repercussions, as well.
The stories below are told by people who have felt anger swell up inside of them until it burst out in an action. These are some of the very worst decisions the writers ever made smack dab in the heat of the moment when their temper flared the hottest and got them into trouble. Whether their anger was justified or not, the decisions they made in anger did not turn out for the best.

Hopefully, we can all learn from their example and keep a better check on our own anger, so we don’t repeat their mistakes.

62. Angry Absence Leads To No More Appendix

Imagine getting surgery for a medical condition you didn’t even have.
“When I was 19, I worked at a summer camp as a sort of supervisor of a group of counselors. There was an event coming up and I had wanted to take a day off in order to attend.

My boss insisted that it wasn’t possible for me to take the day off, so I decided to call in sick because it p*ssed me off.

Now, knowing that I would need a note from my physician, I actually went to the doctor the following day. My normal doctor was not in, and a nurse practitioner was filling in. She did a pretty thorough exam, poking and prodding my stomach and asking if it hurt, etc. I probably reacted in a couple of areas trying to sell my illness.

At this point, she recommends that I visit the ER because she believes I may have Appendicitis… this means a better doctor’s note, right?

I’m in the ER, my entire family is there at this point. They’re having me drink the barium milkshakes to prepare for imaging to see if I need to have an appendectomy. I have to drink 4 of these things over an hour, and I’m on my last one and the ER doc comes in and tells me he’s going to have the surgeon come in to chat- knowing that they’re going to take these pictures and everything will be fine, I’m not concerned.

Well, the surgeon comes in after I’ve finished the last drink, he says that he can see I’m in some pain (still selling it) to which I explain that we’re going to take some pictures to see if it’s legit (which will turn up negative). He then explains that he doesn’t need the pictures and we should just go to surgery now…

10 years later, I’m appendix free, and to this day, still haven’t told my family.” Fbeezy

61. Nachos To The Face That Started A Riot

“I had a really cliché high school bully situation.

Even explaining why sounds incredibly stupid to 30 something year old me. He was a year older and liked my girlfriend, despite having his own. He and my girlfriend graduated, all of us broke up, I became friends with his ex-girlfriend. Friends. Operative word.

He started showing up at the school, places where I was, etc. He egged my mom’s house and stole her mailbox. Showed up at my house during a party with all his friends and tried to fight me, etc.

but couldn’t really explain himself when questioned and had no real response when I was like, ‘Bro, I’m just not going to fight you.’
So I mean, obviously you don’t mess with my mom.

I borrowed some paintball shooters from a friend, got another friend, and the three of us drove up to the frat we knew he lived in, on a Friday – he went to college like one town over – and waited. It had a big long porch they all always hung out on.

I did my homework.

After maybe half an hour, he comes outside to smoke on the porch with a few of his bros.

To those bros: I’m sorry you got wrapped up in this but…war is war.

We got out of the car a few doors down, had the driver go to the next block, and me and my friend crept up to the side of the porch, where there was a second staircase up onto it. And then, like a super bad version of Seal Team 6, we lit that porch up bad.

All of them. We did not discriminate. I’m talking we were within 10 feet of them, they only had like portable chairs as cover, and were faded and caught totally off guard. This was a hit a mobster would have been proud of.
We took off and our driver grabbed us a block away.

A week later, he sucker-punched me in the face at a football game at my high school, I smashed nachos in his face, and like fifteen people got involved in the brawl.

He was banned from campus, and I got a cool detention slip for inciting a riot.” iph0ne

60. Destroying Everything But The Remote

“So my brother is a rage-o-holic, especially when playing Xbox 1st person shooters. He has thrown and destroyed about 5 or 6 Xbox 360 remotes. These things range from 50-60 dollars each; he doesn’t buy off-brand knock offs.
One night, during a pique of extreme intensity, he was moments away from smashing another remote. Hand raised in the air, ready to be smashed to the ground as hard as possible.

Suddenly, a brief lucid thought crossed his mind, “Perhaps I shouldn’t do this; it’s going to cost me another 60 bucks if I break this remote…” But, rage overflowing, hand already in the air, all he could alter about the decision in that split second was to smash the remote down onto the couch, instead of the floor.

Well, it just so happened that he had placed his brand new iPhone on the couch earlier before starting his gaming session and completely forgot it was there until the moment the remote made a shattering contact with it.

This, of course, triggered some sort of super-rage. “I tried to not break my remote! How could fate do this to me!?!?!” I believe is a semi-accurate paraphrasing of his thoughts.

With super-rage mode activated, the obviously logical course of action was to kick the 50-inch projection television as hard as he could. He put his foot right through the screen, decided to get black-out drunk, and woke up to a destroyed living room with a shattered iPhone and destroyed TV filled with vomit (he vaguely remembers laughing as he threw-up into the hole in the TV).

The Xbox remote was fine, though.” seriouslees

59. She Slapped Her Mother-In-Law

“I slapped my mother-in-law. Worst, worst thing, I know. I regret it to the level that I want to die, but I have to live for my husband and kids. Though she had hit me back and all, I grabbed her feet and begged for forgiveness, but I know what I did is something unforgivable.
She was repeatedly telling me I was lying while I wasn’t. I already had a lot of suppressed anger towards her because of all her small, small actions.

She doesn’t talk to me at all. I tried to make her talk to me, but she treats me like I’m an untouchable thing. The only mistake I make is I talk loudly while she doesn’t. She has this knack of not talking to me directly but telling my husband. The best thing that has ever happened to me is him. He understands me though she complains about me for petty things. He always supports me.

I know that. But still, I couldn’t accept that she doesn’t like me or talk to me.
After all these things building up, one day I burst, and I was the one to start the argument. My husband was like, “Let’s sort it out today.” So I kept on shouting at her and she was accusing me of telling lies. With no other choice, I promised my son that I didn’t. (I have a daughter and a son.

She loves my son and doesn’t like my daughter much.) She got furious and lifted her hands to slap me, and I, without realizing what I was doing, I slapped her. She slapped me back like three times and only then I realized what I had done.
I cried saying that I only meant to stop her and not hit her. She shouted and told me she was leaving. My husband somehow convinced her to stay.

I’m not this kind of person at all.

I am basically kind to everyone and help others as much as possible. Everyone around me likes me and tells me they are inspired by me.

My husband from the beginning was telling me to ignore her and just do my thing. But I couldn’t. It is all because of my short temper. Only if I had shut up and ignored her. Only if I didn’t inherit my short temper from my father. Only if I had been kind to her.

At the end of all this, my husband still says he loves me and I’m his best partner. He knows that I’m honest and I didn’t lie and I didn’t mean to slap her but did it because of my short temper. He asks me to move on, and he has also asked his parents to move on.

I asked him if he is angry at me. He told me neither yes nor no. He told me, “Nothing can happen, even I stay angry at you.”

I was so guilty and wanted to hurt myself.

But when I thought of my husband and kids. What did they do? Why do they have to suffer because of me? Why should they lose their mother? I am trying to keep myself happy for them. But this guilt is killing me. I feel guilty for doing this to my husband, the kindest person I know.
I am telling myself I should take this opportunity and be kind to everyone and not become angry ever again.

I am writing it here to not only unload my guilt but also to tell everyone to be cautious when doing or saying things out of anger. The guilt is killing me each and every minute; my mother in law is never going to forgive me or talk to me. And I feel my heart hurt every time I see her.

I can never forgive myself.” Quora user

58. Keeping My Daddy Alive For Money? A Cracked Jaw It Is

“A few years ago when I was 17, my dad, for lack of a better term, had ‘everything’ failure.

One after the next, his organs just stopped functioning. And he was being kept alive by just about every machine medical science has produced so far.
And in turn, my father lost his ability to speak, so he needed someone to take over ‘guardianship,’ so he had someone to make decisions for him. You have to be 18 to be a guardian, and I was only 17 at the time, so my mom applied for guardianship – why wouldn’t she be his guardian, right?

SHE WAS DENIED GUARDIANSHIP.

So as a result the court-appointed, some hoddy-toddy looking pr*ck as his guardian instead. And this man would listen to NOTHING we had to say. I hated this man more than anything.

My mom and I had decided at a point that the next time my dad would have some sort of ‘organ attack,’ we would allow the doctors to make him comfortable and let him go. The appointed guardian denied it.
Finally, about 6 months later, I meet this guy for the first time in my father’s hospital room.

He legally needed to tell my dad something in person I guess; I’m not exactly sure. But my mom and I were there at the time and the second I saw his wormy face, I got up to give him a piece of my mind.

I didn’t ask. I didn’t plead. I didn’t beg. I DEMANDED! That the next time they can make him comfortable to let him go. And this guy, this scum of the earth had the audacity to look me in the eyes and tell me…
‘I’m keeping your father alive, because by doing so, he’s earning me $10,000 a month.’

Let me tell you guys something.

You’ve had road rage, maybe you’ve gotten mad at a game you’re playing, you’ve probably had a pretty nasty argument with someone before. But pure, raw, unfiltered anger is the most intense emotion you will ever feel in your life. And when that man said that to me I was literally seeing red. My blood started to rush, and my knuckles turned hot.

I PUNCHED THIS MAN SO HARD IN HIS FACE THAT IT CRACKED HIS JAW!!

It was 100% adrenaline.

If I tried punching anyone that hard again, I’d come up so short, they’d probably laugh at me.
But he stumbled backward, fell, and hit his head on the door handle. And I am INCREDIBLY thankful that this nurse was in the room because he was this huge buff meat man that looked nothing like a nurse, but he was able to hold me back and restrain me.

And I don’t like to think this way, but had that nurse not been there that day, I may have actually killed this guy.

Some other nurses come by and take the pr*ck someplace, and my mom said we needed to go.

Car ride home was pretty quiet. But as we approached the house, my mom parks the car and says, ‘I love you. I’m not mad at you for what you did. But you did assault that man. And you should prepare yourself to talk to the police.’
Couple more months pass, and I finally turn 18, and the DAY I turned 18, I went and applied for guardianship of my dad.

The court hearing was about a week later. Not only did I never hear from that man or the police, but he handed over guardianship without any resistance. The hearing lasted all but 20 seconds.

I like to think I knocked some sense into that guy. But who knows. Not like I was going to ask him or anything.

But yeah, that’s the worst thing I’ve ever done out of anger.” CyborgAlucard

Another User Comments:

“My blood started to boil reading this.

I’m not a big guy and far from a fighter, but I’m sure I would’ve done the same had I been in your situation. Thanks for standing up for your dad like that.” theruthleskiller
57. Bruising His Son

“My wife and I have five children in total. We do not have any children as a result of our coming together. The biological fathers of our children that she brought into the relationship have nothing to do with them.

So they are mine and I am theirs, and in this way we, have no use for differentiating between those I share blood with and those I don’t.

Now that you have a bit of background, I will get to the meat of the incident now so as not to keep you the morally superior in anticipation any longer than necessary to judge this child-abusing piece of sh*t.
My youngest son at the time was five and the victim of my cruelty.

He was not interested in pursuing the finer art of using a toilet from the get-go. Perhaps this was due to the one on one attention that a diaper change provides. His numerous siblings may have added to his resistance to toilet training. Around five he was toilet trained, for the most part, and he had been consistently pooping in the toilet for over a year. He would pee himself if not told to use the bathroom at regular intervals.

He never peed the bed ever, ruling out medical reasons for his peeing. He is also quite stubborn and just didn’t like being told what to do.
All of a sudden, he regressed to full on pooping himself again. This was right after he started peeing himself again, so every half hour or 45 minutes, we would make him go and try to pee, but this was met with great protest and many tears on his end.

He didn’t like having to disrupt his activities for such menial tasks. This regression to pooping was in protest of being made to use the bathroom at more frequent intervals. We did our research; this regression was not due to the trauma of which we were unaware, such as molesting or sudden routine change. He pooped three days in a row. I failed in handling the situation in an appropriate manner. After the third day in a row of this regression, I told him to go try using the toilet.

He began to cry at this request/demand. He went into the bathroom and didn’t push the door all the way shut behind him which was unusual, so I peeked through the crack. There I witnessed him stand a moment in front of the toilet then without using it nor attempting to use it, he flushed it and went to wash his hands.
I lost it. I stormed into the bathroom I grabbed him by the face squeezing much too hard giving him fish lips and yelled.

“(his name), you have to stop sh*tting yourself.” The next day at school, the redness dissipated into a bruise where I had broken some blood vessels in his cheek. The bruise lasted three days or so I was told. The police showed up at my house and placed me under arrest for “assault on a minor”- a felony. I was bailed out the next day.

Part of my conditions of release was a court-ordered restraining order. CPS gave my wife an in-home safety plan.

Which was to last thirty days. The plan stated that I couldn’t see my children. I called CPS to see what I needed to do to see my children while the in-home safety plan was still in effect. If I could get supervised visits and take parenting classes (I was asking for what’s called a treatment plan, tho I didn’t know there was a name and procedure for it at the time). I was told no since I wasn’t the biological father.

They told my wife (common-law wife at the time, which is recognized as a legal union in my state if both people refer to themselves as married and live together) that if she was in contact with me during the safety plan, that they would consider that her picking me over the children and would remove them. I was told they didn’t offer parenting classes there at the CPS office, but I might be able to locate some through a private company in a town 50 miles away but that it probably wouldn’t matter in the long run.

I reiterated to the social worker that I would not abandon my children and that the mother and I agreed that when we allowed them to call me Dad that I would uphold a relationship with the children regardless of whether or not the mother and I were in a relationship. I also informed her that I had been to every one of their birthdays, every parent-teacher conference, and that I provided food, clothing, and shelter.

I participated in helping with homework, doctor appointments, and extracurricular activities.
I checked into and paid for anger management the following week. This class was two hours a week for twenty weeks. If the department gives you a treatment plan, they pay for everything. The department began to ignore my calls regarding what conditions I needed to meet for visitation to occur. Pretty soon, the in-home safety plan was up CPS no longer had a hold on my wife’s life.

After thirty days after the in-home safety plan had expired and I had been in anger management for twenty hours or so, my wife and I decided to let me see the kids. Even though there was still a court-ordered no-contact order that wouldn’t be dealt with for months until my court hearing. My kids had started doing some acting out in school and were requesting my presence. So I broke the order and saw the children and my wife.

I apologized to my youngest in front of the family. I packed their lunch for school that day.
One of my kids excitedly shared with her teacher that I had packed their lunch. Apparently, the school was supposed to contact law enforcement if they heard mention of me having contact with my wife or children. So the sheriff located me and took me to jail for the breaking of a no-contact order. I spent 79 days in jail.

So I, the threat, was removed. Ok, I accept I broke the no contact order those are the consequences. Then a CPS social worker showed up at my wife’s house and removed our children. He made up blatant lies saying she had broken the safety plan (it had expired thirty days prior). He said that the children were in clear and immediate danger. I was in jail with a very high bond, so this was a lie too.

The judge, the prosecution, and the department of child and family services all either broke amendments of the constitution and state laws or violated all of the federally mandated timelines that govern the division of child and family services’ own procedures and protocols. When the court-appointed lawyer pointed this out, she failed to ask for the proper reliefs that would ensure that the judge would rule against or throw out the department’s illegal affidavits. They lied in open court on a regular basis.

Her court-appointed lawyer was an absolute joke. In the same hour I was released from jail, I was down at the CPS office asking what I needed to do in order to have visitation with my children. Finally, we had a consultation with a lawyer we couldn’t afford to hire but told us what to do to force the department to give me a treatment plan. If you get married by the state, they have to give you a treatment plan.

So that is what we did.
This p*ssed the department off to its very core. They tried as hard as they possibly could to set up a treatment plan filled with so many hoops that it couldn’t be completed. The only reason we were able to is because we were self-employed and had an extremely flexible schedule. So we did it but it drove us broke. Apparently, the department thought this would be in the best interest of the children.

Also one of the social workers took actions in our case that were undeniably hostile towards us and resulted in the children’s councilors questioning the integrity of the apartment. So yeah I tore my family apart because I allowed myself to be an abuser. So yeah, lots of regrets.
Sorry folks, I’m adding this to clarify my above post. When I wrote “We did it but it drove us broke” I am referring to completing our treatment plans which is required in order to make reunification with your children a good possibility but not a guarantee.

I also should have been more clear that I tore my family apart for what ended up being about two years. The courts dismissed our case quietly in December of 2017. No one ever notified us that CPS was officially out of our lives. We found out when I went to see my court-appointed lawyer in his office because he wouldn’t return my phone calls. He apologized and said he hadn’t called me back because he was too busy and I wasn’t his client anymore because our case had been dismissed two weeks ago.

I still harbor a lot of regret for putting my family through this even though it had a relatively happy ending.” Gabe Christy
56. Throwing Money At A Customer

“When I was young, I had a job bagging groceries. We worked for tips. I worked hard to earn maybe $10–13 an hour. Most of my peers didn’t make that much. I didn’t care much for my peers and just stuck to making money.

Over the time I worked there I went from not caring for my peers to actively disliking them.

Eventually, it happened. The way the job worked was, you had to give a small percentage of your earnings to one bagger who worked the express line. The express line was money. I never got picked for it, maybe once in the whole time I worked there.
I usually ponied up my cash without a fuss, but not that time. Out of unexamined frustration, anger, and just flat out ignorance, I got mad at the girl who asked me for “cart money” that day.

I was really busy making my money and I couldn’t be bothered with her silly request. She kept asking and I got mad.

I threw the money at her. But not just the money she asked for. I threw all the money I had in my pocket. I didn’t have a lot of experience handling anger back then. She simply started picking up all my money.
Once I saw this I hounded her to give me my money back.

I saw it in her hand and I forced it out into my hand. Now that I think back on it, it’s exactly what I would have done to my sister had we been in that situation. Worked fine then, didn’t that time.

The cops were called; I got booked for assault. I wound up doing 40 hours of community service. I did my community service and got a great deal of much-needed experience working with real adults with real jobs.

Being a military brat, later on, I decided to join the military. When I went to take my tests I aced every one. I’m really smart. So I sign up for an intelligence job in the Air Force. I had to take the DLAB test, still the hardest test I’ve ever had to take. I didn’t ace it, but I scored high enough to get placed as an Airborne Crypto-linguist in the United States Air Force.

In boot camp, a few weeks in, they put me in front of this guy who started asking me pointed questions about whether I am fit for the job I signed up for. Linguists required a top-secret clearance.

He asked me if I’d ever gotten arrested. I was tired. I wasn’t socially aware. I didn’t realize at the moment that the whole reason was to f*ck me with my answer. I told him about my indiscretion from 3 years ago.

He didn’t care that the records should have gotten expunged because it happened on a military base. He had the power to change my life’s path and he exercised it without a moment’s regret.
I got reclassed into a technical career field, Electronic Warfare. I could not forgive the military for f*cking me over like that. I resented every waking moment I was there. Never mind that EW was a much better career field for my temperament than linguist was.

Did I mention that I would have had a $30,000 bonus as a linguist but only $6,000 as an EW tech?

Yep, I was mad. So mad I wanted out of the Air Force. You see, to get the linguist career field, I had to sign up for a 6-year commitment. EW only required a four-year commitment, but they wouldn’t reduce it. So I was looking at doing 6 years in an organization I loathed.
I wanted out of the United States Air Force, and I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

I managed to do it. The details are too complicated for this answer but it took planning and guts. At one point my mom called me and told me that my step-dad, a high-ranking Marine, could have pulled strings and gotten me back into my original deal with the $30k and the linguist job. I refused. Principles clouded my judgment.

I thought it would only take me a few years to find my footing after I got out.

Instead, I got comfortable working for my estranged father, who I’d never really known before and is an electrician, and it took me close to ten years to finally start a web development career. Yes, 6 years after my Air Force commitment would have ended, I finally found satisfaction with my life and work. Twice my Air Force commitment.
All because I couldn’t swallow my pride. Not just once, but numerous times.

It’s all water under the bridge now, but my life would have been way, way different if I could have understood how corrosive anger was.

Getting out of the Air Force required developing a lot of inner qualities I’d read about in the books that got me through high school but never could actually work on or display before that moment. A lot of those qualities I admired, didn’t actually serve me all that well. That $30k that mattered so much to me, seems meaningless now in the face of my current six-figure salary.
I learned. I learned how to control my anger.

I learned about emotional maturity. The hard way.

I hope in the next life it doesn’t have to be that hard of a lesson.” Vincent Guidry

55. Unkind Last Words To Brother

“My younger brother came to our home very depressed in November 1982 and had attempted suicide two times before while in the Navy. (He was only 17.) I tried to tell him we would help him, and he needed to go back to the Navy to get a discharge first.

He was upset and said that he would go to do what we asked about his discharge. I then said that he needed to see our real father because my brother lived far from home. I wanted while he was here to see our father (who he had not seen in years because of the lies our stepfather told him about our real father being abusive, which was a lie; that kept my brother from seeing our real father.

Our stepfather was so abusive in so many ways, while our real father was not. But my brother had no way of knowing, because of the abuse my stepfather dished out from the time my brother was two. How do you know what to believe?) I knew the truth because I did get to know my real father, who was someone that may have had Asperger’s.) I said, “See our father if that’s the last thing you do for me.” He left with our father’s address, and I expected to see him after he settled with the Navy.

I had an ectopic pregnancy no one realized, which came as a surprise, and crisis one week before Christmas. I ended up having emergency surgery, which only my husband knew of. When I woke up from the surgery, all my aunts on my mother’s side were there. I thought that my mother had died (she lived down south 1,200 miles away). Then my aunts made my husband leave the room and told me my brother had not gone to the Navy; he went to a friend’s house in NYC.

He dressed in his friend’s clothes at the parents’ house and used a rifle and put it in his mouth killing himself. The parents didn’t know if it was their son or my brother when they found him. He was only 17 and didn’t know that I was dying myself, only saved by luck, because the doctor didn’t believe me when I told him I may be pregnant still after it was thought I lost the baby.

I was four months along and bleeding to death.
I found out that the last thing my brother ever did for me was to go and see our father. Our father was very grateful, but I still cry to this day that was the last thing my brother ever did for me. I wish I had never put it in those words. I wish I could have done something that stopped my brother. But my hands were tied; he needed to go to the Navy to get released before we could help him.

He could have been arrested for being AWOL, which would have made everything about helping him impossible.
The way I asked my brother to see our father will always be one of my biggest regrets.

No matter what anyone says, I can never unsay what I did to him. I will always regret I never was able to say anything else to him. Like that, I loved him and still love him today and he has been gone since 1982.

What I have learned is always be as kind as you can; it may be the last time you have to say anything. Your life is not just about you. There are other people that you are connected to and no one has the right to think that your life doesn’t matter; it is not just your life. Suicide hurts every day forever, the ones that love you.” Linda Tierney
54. Shutting Him Up Mid-Conversation

Sometimes the best thing we can do is just listen.

“I came out of school in a rough mood. It was a tough day. Test didn’t go on so well and I got scolded by a teacher for no reason. My bad headache wasn’t helping me either.

Because of all this, I didn’t have any interest in talking to anyone. I just wanted to be alone and go home as soon as I could. So I kinda avoided my friends and started walking quickly towards the bus stop.

Then someone came from behind and touched me on the shoulder. I turned around thinking it would be one of my friends. But it wasn’t them. It was a guy from my class. I didn’t know him properly. He wasn’t on the football team and he never joined any club. He was one of the quiet guys in the class and did not really talk that much.
So it took me by surprise when he stopped me.

Maybe he saw me walking alone and thought it would be good to come and talk to me.

However, he gave me a smile and said, “Hey, how was your test?”

In reply. I said, “Yeah, yeah, it went quite well (It didn’t go well). How was yours?”

“Very good. I think I might get an A+ on this one.”(Good for you then.)

“Hmmm.”

“So you’re going home. Would you mind if I walk with you?”

I wanted to say “No” but didn’t want to be rude either.

This guy was very gullible. So I said, “Yes, why not?”
He walked with me all the way to the bus stop. On the way, he wanted to start a conversation on various topics. But I really wasn’t in the mood to talk. Sometimes I gave him clear signs that, bro, you’re annoying me. But he didn’t get them at all.

The bus arrived and I got onto it. So did he. The bus was almost empty (something very unusual).

I took a seat beside the window. He sat right next to me although plenty of seats were available. Then I thought that this was going to be a loooong journey. And it sure did seem like it. Because he wouldn’t stop talking. I got super p*ssed.
I should’ve said, “Hey man I had a very bad day. So I’m really not in a talking mood. I’m sorry.” But instead, I did this.

Yeah, I did that: looking at him right in the eyes.

And I even made that sound. Shhhhhhhh.

It is probably one of the most uncivilized behaviors to do while someone’s talking.

At this, it seemed he had just been struck by a lightning. He sure wasn’t expecting something like that. He started stuttering and eventually stopped talking. I thought he was going to move away. But he didn’t. He stayed right beside me. The difference is that now he was sitting very still and he wasn’t talking anymore.

He wasn’t even looking at me. I still ask myself why I liked that silence.
Some time later, the bus arrived at his stop. He didn’t say a word to me and got down. I still had a long way to go. I don’t know why I didn’t feel any remorse at that time. He never came to talk to me again and I almost forgot about him.

This could’ve ended here……But it didn’t.

Weeks later, his father died.

The news of his father’s death made me think about him and my rude behavior towards him. I realized that I was a total a**hole that day on the bus. I wanted to tell him, “Bro, I’m sorry about your father’s death. Just tell me if you need any help.”
But I didn’t apologize for my sh*tty behavior earlier. So I couldn’t make up the courage to go near him. This made me feel terrible. How could I do something like that to someone who’s so naive? And now he has lost his father and I can’t even console him.

I didn’t console him that year. Not even in the next year. Or the year after that.

And now it’s December 7, 2016.” Tanvir Ahmed

53. Needed To Punch Something, Anything

“Back in boarding school, I woke up to find my iPod charger on my bed (weird, I usually keep in my locker). Went to my locker and whoops, iPod is gone. Sooo,
1. someone stole my iPod.

2. He might not know whose locker he’s stealing from, but he knows whose bed to put the charger at.

3. Someone’s gonna need a getaway plan.

Time to put two and two together:

1. This guy knows me well cause of all 14 beds in the dorm, he knows which bed to return the charger to.

2. What kind of dumb idiot doesn’t take the charger?

3. Only one person in my dorm is conveniently leaving the school for a program at the time my iPod is stolen.

All details pointed towards that one guy. We’ll call him Jay. Plus, at the program, Jay talked to my friend (who’s also in the program) about his ‘new’ iPod.

Boom. That was it. Satan was reborn. Words spread like wildfire, especially because I’m his senior. You don’t steal from seniors. It’s also an all-boys school, messing with the school is fine. Everyone loves it. But don’t you mess with the boys.
So when everyone from the program came back to the dorms, only one person didn’t. Jay. You don’t just run away.

I went to his friend and asked him Jay’s whereabouts, and you know what he said? ‘I don’t know.’

You don’t know?! YOU WERE ON THE SAME BUS!

For real, I would’ve thrown this guy out the window if it weren’t for my friends.

He was alone by his locker by the window. I was with 5 other friends. And there were 20 other kids around us.

I was pretty tensed up. I had to let go the steam inside me. I needed to do something. I needed to punch something. With this scrawny little thing standing in front of me giving the dumbest excuse ever and my head not thinking straight, you’d know what I did next. I gave a right hook square onto the locker.

PLOT TWIST. YOU’D THINK I JABBED HIM RIGHT. Ok, not funny cause joke’s on me. I punched the locker so hard, I broke something. Know what I broke? 1 bone in my hand. Oh well, at least I left a dent on the locker. So my punch wasn’t too shabby right?” Izzuddin Yazid
52. Thieves Don’t Get Forgiveness

“When I was in high school, one of my friends broke into my house in the middle of the day.

He had ridden the bus to school, met up with another friend of his, who had stolen his dad’s car. They both left the school and proceeded to break into at least 5 different people’s houses who they knew before skipping town. No one saw them again for 6 months.

When I got home from school that day, I found a case of Pepsi broken open in the front yard and my front door kicked in. I called the police and then my parents to let them know what happened.

When the cops showed up to fill out the report one of my neighbors came up and said she saw the 2 kids that did it. She had yelled at them and they dropped the case of Pepsi in the yard, jumped in their car, and sped away. As soon as she gave a description I knew exactly who had done it.
6 months later, dude gets on the school bus, says hello, sits down next to me, and starts acting like everything is normal.

I told him it was in everyone’s best interests if he moved as far away from me as possible. As soon as we get to the school and get off the bus, he walks up to me again and asks, ‘Hey man, what’s wrong? No hard feelings, right?’ My blood instantly boils. I grab him and slam him into a wall as hard as I can, put my hand around his throat and tell him ‘If we weren’t on school property, I would kill you where you stand.

Yes, there are hard feelings. You broke into my home and stole from me and my family. If I EVER see you again outside this building I WILL KILL YOU without hesitation,’ and I walked away.
The next time I saw him was about a week later. He and his buddy were walking down the middle of the road in our neighborhood as I turned onto the street in my SUV. I went straight at them. When they heard the engine rev they jumped onto the sidewalk in front of his house (like that was going to stop me).

As soon as I crossed the curb, they scattered (one jumped a railing onto his porch while the other skittered up a tree in the yard). I drove through the yard between the house and tree (barely missing them) circled the block and when I got back they were gone.
A few days later, after picking up a few of my friends, I drive past his house and see a car sitting in his driveway. I slam on the breaks, put the car in park, jump out and pull my nailgun out of the rear of my SUV (had all my tools from working for my dad’s construction company).

My friends start freaking out, asking me what I’m doing, and to get back in the car. I tell them to shut up and proceed to destroy this car. I break every light and window, flatten every tire, and fill that car full of holes. No one else saw me and my friends never told anyone else about it.
I never did see that guy again after that. I have no idea what happened to him. I did run into in buddy again on two separate occasions years later.

The first time, I walked into a restaurant with my wife (at the time) and see him standing at the front, working as the host seating people. I tell my wife, ‘Stay right here. I’ll be right back. We are not eating here.’

As I approach, he sees me and says, ‘Hey man, long time no see, how are you?’ Without saying a word, I hawk as big of a loogie in is face as I could, turn around, and walk out.

The 2nd time was about a month later at a gas station. I’m filling up my truck, and he pulls up at the next pump down, see me, and walks over. He says ‘Hey man… look, I know you’re still mad about what happens back in high school, but I’m really sorry and I hope we can put all of this behind us.’ I told him ‘I don’t do forgiveness for thieves and you have 5 seconds to get out of my face before I soak you in gasoline and set you on fire.’ He starts talking again, so I pull the gas nozzle out of my truck and point it right in his face.

He runs back to his van as fast as he can and hauls it out of there.
Generally, I’m a pretty laid back person. It takes a lot to set me off, but I don’t take betrayal well. I don’t know if it is because I’m usually really friendly and easy-going, but anyone who has seen me snap says it is seriously freaking scary.” BaconThePig1

51. Telling Mom She Was Never A Good Mother

“Saying my mother wasn’t a good mother.

I had gotten home from a very stressful day and everything was a reason for me to get really p*ssed and ending up shouting and saying all kinds of bad things.

When I got home, my mother was tired and asked me if I could do the dishes. I asked her to take a rest and she complained a little bit. I got super angry and started shouting stupid horrible things to her until I got to say the words, “You were never a good mother.” Immediately, she started crying, and something hit me.

It felt like I took a knife in my heart.
I immediately realized what I had done: it felt like killing the person who cared the most about me. The single person who would love me forever no matter what did I do or what did I don’t.

My mother was the most caring and lovely woman I ever met. She taught me life and inspired me on things like music (which is the most important thing in my life) and life itself.

She taught me to be a man and she is the most important person in my whole life.

And I had just said the absolute opposite of that.

I killed her in my mind.
I went to my room crying and couldn’t sleep at night.
Late in the night, I left my room to drink some water. She was in the living room, sitting on the couch, and staring at the window.
I filled a glass of water, drank, and filled another one to bring her.

I brought her water and hugged her. I asked for forgiveness and she forgave me. We chatted for a while and went to sleep. She slept on the couch, and I arranged some pillows on the floor and slept beside her.

The next day, we woke up around 11 AM, which means I missed work and had 4 unresponded calls from my boss. Two days later, I left that job.
It was the best thing I did at that time.

After this, I took an important decision:

Never make any decision out of anger.

From that day on, I developed a trick to get myself to think better.
When I’m in a stressful situation, I stop. Breathe deeply until I get myself calmer. Let the adrenaline go away. Relax my muscles and let my mind get used to the situation. At this point, I feel the pressure going away. The urge to say things or to do things diminishes and my heart slows down.

That’s the moment when I start to think clearly about the situation and saying coherent and assertive words instead of chaotic violent ones.
In the book SEAL Team Six: Memoirs of an Elite Navy SEAL Sniper, the author, Howard Wasdin, teaches some things about the mindset of a sniper. You take deep breaths not only to have a steady aim but to clear your mind of all the chaos around you and to focus on the problem you need to solve.” Daniel Braganca

50. Nearly Killing The New Girl

“I am not proud of this one.

My childhood was not pretty by any means. I don’t have many good memories of that time. My father was very abusive. I took beatings constantly. Not spankings, beatings. I still have scars on my body.
At age 15, I fought back. I was consumed with anger. Consumed with the rage I felt toward my father. I was an extremely angry young woman.

At 16, I had my own vehicle and drove myself to and from school and work.

My friends were a difficult group to be a part of. We were popular but all very damaged. No one knew our home lives but us. We were very particular about who we accepted into the fold so as to protect ourselves from the reality of our lives being exposed. Well, it made us mysterious I suppose and made kids want to be a part of our group even more. I see that now. I didn’t understand it then.

A new girl that had just transferred from another school was looking to boost her popularity I guess. This was very important to most teenage girls. I received word from my twin that she had not realized who she was talking to when she said some nasty things. Which is beyond me. We look almost exactly alike. My twin is not my twin biologically. Our mothers were best friends. We were born on the same day, and oddly, we look almost exactly alike.

People would often get us confused. To this day we STILL look alike.

Evidently, I was walking across the street from my truck to the school. My twin was in the new girl’s truck when they saw me crossing. The new girl spouted off, “She is the biggest sl*t!” She said pointing me out.
My twin said nothing but brought the information to me after school. I was fighting constantly at home to prevent my father’s advances. I was far from a sl*t.

I felt my face heat up as she told me and my friends the story outside the school. Without saying a word, I got in my truck and drove over to the parking lot that she was parked in. My friends jumped in their vehicles and followed.

I double-parked behind her truck, so she couldn’t get out. I opened my door and stepped out. When the girl saw me and the look on my face, her eyes got wide.

She ran to the driver’s side of her truck.
“You have something you want to say!?” I yelled following her. I looked at her group of friends standing there at her truck. They were gaping at me in shock. “What!?” I yelled. “Unless you want some too, I suggest you bounce,” I announced.

They dispersed. I got to the passenger door where the new girl had jumped in and was looking at me with wide eyes. I said, “Where is your army now, b*tch? Not so tough now, are you, Mouth?!” I grabbed the door handle to the truck and jerked it open.

I guess in her haste, she forgot to lock it.
I grabbed her shirt, jerking her forward, and swung unto her chin. I tried to pull her completely out of the truck, but she had her seatbelt on. So I grabbed at her again by her head and swung again and connecting with the side of her face. I heard a whimper, and blood splattered from her mouth. She had her arms up trying to fend me off.

When I heard her whimper, the rage I was blinded by at that moment parted for a split second and I paused. Then someone grabbed me from behind by my arms pulling me back.
The new girl pulled her door shut, started her truck while I struggled with my captor. The girl who I had blocked in ran over the parking barriers to escape me. I wrenched free. I turned angrily, and it was my boyfriend. He looked sad.

“Calm down. You’re going to kill her.” He said quietly reaching for me. I slapped his hand away and ran to my truck.

I jumped in and slammed my foot on the gas and took off after the new girl. I still couldn’t see past my rage. She had triggered a bomb.

I gave chase thru town with half the school trying to follow in their vehicles. We were running red lights and weaving thru traffic. I can’t imagine what she must have been thinking.

It must have been awful.
She managed to shake me. I looked for her for a while. I gave up and pulled over and sat. My friends that had kept up pulled in behind me but let me sit. After a while, my boyfriend pulled up too. He knocked on my passenger window asking to be let in.

I nodded my head yes. He got in and sat not saying anything for a few minutes. Finally, he said, “Are you ok, babe?”

Everything hit me.

All that rage turned to sadness and I started sobbing. I laid my head on my hands over the steering wheel. My boyfriend put his hand on my back trying to comfort me. I pushed his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” I yelled. He reached again. He looked so sad. “It’s ok,” he said. I slapped his hand away. “No!” I said. He quickly grabbed me and pulled me to him and put his arms around me.

I went limp and just cried.
I don’t know how long we sat there. A long time. The sun set. Our friends went home. It was just us.

I didn’t talk about it. He didn’t ask me to. He just sat with me. He, like my friends, knew what was happening to me at home. He knew this thing I had just done took a piece of me. I never wanted to be like my father. I never wanted to hurt someone or make them scared like that.

In my mind, what I had just done was unforgivable. I still have not forgiven that act.

I have never talked about it until now. The girl avoided crossing paths with me at school. It was an infamous event until the next one. Kids are fickle.
I should have apologized to her. I was too embarrassed and too proud at the same time. I wish I could tell her that what I did was wrong. That I hurt deeply for it and often think about her.

I don’t know how her life turned out. I hope it turned out good and I hope that day did not have a negative impact on her future.

I still live in fear of ever being gripped by rage like that again. I have anger issues for obvious reasons. I keep it in check but fear that bomb ever being lit again. When like that, I don’t feel pain, I don’t get tired, I don’t feel fear.

I turn into a machine and have one goal. It terrifies me that I can switch into a monster. I work very hard to not let myself get worked up.
For better or worse, it is a part of what made me who I am today.” Maddox Mache

49. A Knee To The Behind On A Misbehaving Child

“Many years ago, when my son was 12, he had gotten into one of the ever-erupting conflicts with his mother over something.

I came home to him at the kitchen sink, slamming dishes around, and Mom in the next room, “Make him stop! He’s breaking my dishes!” Now, no dishes were in fact broken, but he was indeed slamming them around.

I knew from prior paying attention that he was doing this to get her goat, to make her mad. And that if it didn’t work, if he were ignored, he would blow all the energy out of that trick and become manageable.

But Mom wasn’t having it. “He’s BREAKING MY DISHES, and YOU DON’T CARE!!! MAKE HIM STOP!!!” These were some bad years for us.
I finally said, fine, I would make him stop, though I knew better.
I wrapped him up from behind, with my hands on each wrist. He continued to struggle, and I thought (in my anger at Mom, not him, and my frustration) that this kid needs a swift pop to his butt to break this cycle.

But both hands were committed, so I hit his butt with my knee.

Hard or soft, I don’t know. I didn’t think it hard, but I was also furious. I wasn’t a reliable judge. I left the house that night.

The next day, he had a spot of blood in the front of his underwear. OK, blow to the back (which happened out of site) combined with possible blood in the urine – you would naturally worry about kidney damage or something like that.

Mom took him to the hospital. Turned out the blood had nothing to do with the night before, totally unrelated, and no evidence even of bruising, let alone anything more serious. But the folks at the ER asked Mom, “What happened? Why did you come in today?” And she told the story as she understood it but which she didn’t see. As soon as that happened, it was out of her hands.

I ended up doing two-year probation for misdemeanor injury to a child.

Our family therapist said he thought I could probably beat it, but I decided that would mean putting my son on the stand in an adversarial proceeding, etc. as well as the extra-legal fees, which we and I could not afford.
18 years later, that remains something on my record, that has to be explained when I apply for a lease, and some professional licenses.

My error, other than getting physical (and I was the disciplinary soft-touch pacifist in the house!) was that I directed my anger towards the wrong target.

It of course would have been wrong to hit my wife, which I never did. But my son deserved some serious parenting; he did not deserve my rage. I was not even mad at him.

I think when the “cause” of an action and the “target” of that action are not the same, injustice is already happening. And in an atmosphere of injustice, the horse is already out of the barn. All sorts of further injustice may be done, as I did.

FWIW, my marriage went through many separations but never healed. That was the first break, leading to divorce 10 years later, then a 3-year remarriage and second divorce.

My son, now 30, and I (and for that matter, our son and his mother) are doing fine. He and I have talked this scenario over many times.” R. Eric Sawyer

48. Breaking Up Ex-Husband And His New Woman

She goes hard.

“Yeah… I got a story about this.

When my husband and I separated in 2008, shortly after, I was hired on a project in Afghanistan.

It was a great opportunity, especially for someone starting over again. Because I was working in a war zone, our children stayed with their father. Mind you, we weren’t divorced, just separated. I was supporting the kids financially, despite the separation. I did it voluntarily, I was making enough to afford this, so I kept sending money to him, for the kids.
A few months later, one of my boys while talking on the phone with me slips and tells me about this young girl their dad was seeing and how they sometimes hang out with their dad and his new girlfriend and how he is talking about marrying her and all that good stuff… It hits me, and it hurts, to be honest, so I give him a call and I ask him who’s the girl the boys are telling me about and if it was too soon for her to hang out with our kids…

He starts attacking me on the phone, accusing me of how I abandoned our children, how I came here because all I care about was money.

How there’s absolutely nothing I could do to stop him, how I was not a relevant factor for him or the boys, how his new girlfriend, Arjeta, was younger than me, prettier than me, and did all these extra activities better than me… And to add insult to injury, he says that the boys love her more than me and that she loves our boys more than I do… And that is my breaking point!!!
I get p*ssed off, real bad, worse than ever.

I start cursing him and yelling at him and I vow that I will show him how relevant a factor I still am and will remain in his life… I swear an oath that she will be gone if I am still breathing…

And it took a couple of weeks, tons of crap I pull on them, from Afghanistan, involving her entire family (father, mother, brothers) and his entire family (his dad, his mom, him), after all the e-mails, and phone calls, and threats and all the drama and madness I cause them from here, I managed to break the two of them up, not before they put up quite a fight.

Understandably, I did it out of anger and hurt and disappointment… I am a very peaceful person, respectful, and full of understanding… non-violent! But he pushed me over the edge, and I became a monster for those two weeks.

However, I wish I didn’t go quite that far. I am ashamed now of some of my actions and things I said back then and BS I did, just to break that union. There was nothing I wouldn’t do, no line I wasn’t going to cross.

This became my goal, the reason I was breathing. To say it was madness is an understatement…
IT WAS HELL!

But the good thing about all of this, he learned his lesson. He never provoked me like that again. And years later, when he met this other girl he liked, he kept it a secret from me and the boys until the day he married her. I am glad about that!” Lena Fejzaj

47. Disappointment Leads To Affair With Sister’s Fiance

“I called my sister and asked if she would take me out dress shopping for a holiday party my then-boyfriend had invited me to.

I had lost quite a bit of weight and none of my nice clothes fit me anymore.
She declined and said she had to work that day and couldn’t take me. I was really disappointed and so she set up her fiancé to take me after he got off work.

At that time I was addicted to snorting morphine. So right before he came I did a line and was feeling the warm tingly sensation all over. Which always made me goofy and social.

We get to their apartment and he said he had to get changed out of his work clothes and heads upstairs. I wait on the couch for what seems like forever and finally decide to go upstairs and see what was going on.
I walk into the room and he is laying there on his bed. He refuses to get up and is play flighting with me and then I notice he wanted to go further.

We didn’t have intercourse, but we did go too far.

We get ourselves back together and just sit on the edge of the bed knowing what horrible thing we had done to someone we both loved. We both swore not to mention it ever again.

He still took me dress shopping and I even sent my sister pictures asking how the dresses looked and which was the best.

He did end up breaking up with my sister cause he was cheating on her with some other woman about 2 months later.

It still haunts me every now and then. I feel awful. She has no idea I did what I did. It would kill her.” Quora user

46. Horrible Breakup, All Over A Flunked Exam

“Broke up with my girlfriend. This is what I have done during my teenage days.

My girl was the most popular girl on the campus. She was highly pretty, smart, and intelligent. I, on the other hand, was an average boy. She was three years, junior, to me, and despite obvious differences in every respect, used to enjoy my company.

Both of us had physically and emotionally invested in this relationship.
I was in my final year and flunked my university examination. I had achieved better than expectations in every subject except Economics. Although I was an average performer, that was the first time I had suffered setbacks against the expectations. All my friends had moved on and had plans to do something with their lives. A lot of them had already applied for gainful employment, and few were planning to pursue higher studies.

And I, on the other hand, was clueless. There was a lot of talk in my batch about me flunking the examination. All this had built up pressure. I was burning with rage inside. There was no conceivable reason for my poor performance for I had prepared as per my expectations.
After the results were declared, this girl was trying to contact me. I did not meet her or pick up her calls. She called my friends and came to know about my performance.

She wanted to meet me and cheer me up. I was sulking in my home for a week and even refused to entertain her.

After a week, I came across her on the street along with her friend. She thought that I am out of my depressed mood and started talking to me. I gave her a nasty look and completely ignored her. My attitude shattered her and she went into a depression and had to be administered a week-long medication.

This is how I broke up with my first girlfriend – in a fit of rage over my poor performance in examinations.
PS: She moved out to another state and we were completely out of touch for over 8 years. Our mutual acquaintance told me about her later. We got in touch over social media and exchanged a few calls, and I apologized profusely for my uncouth behavior, and she accepted that apology with grace. Both of us have moved on in life.” Quora user

45. Destroying Elaborate Artwork Over An Argument

“A guy I was dating for a short time long ago was an artist.

He made an art piece for me that was very elaborate and good sized. In fact, it took up the whole width and length of my coffee table. It was made primarily of different papers and woods and was created to move in a breeze sort of like a whirlygig.
We had a terrible argument over some issues that we could not find middle ground, on and we were insanely angry with each other. In his rage over the fact that I refused to acquiesce, he slammed out the door and said he was done.

I was certain he would never return.

In a combination of grief and fury, I methodically destroyed that lovely art piece, one little bit at a time. I was quite calm by the time I was done.

I have never quite forgiven myself for such childish retribution. “You hurt me, so I will hurt you by destroying your creation.” It was an awful thing to do and I still regret it.” Sam Humphreys
44. Best Friend Gets A Face Full Of Spit Over Something Petty

“I spat on my best friend’s face.

So before explaining what went wrong, let me introduce you to all the characters in the story.

H- Me

S- A friend I didn’t like at that moment

A- My best friend from nursery school

B- My best friend from 7th grade

Here is a bit of a back story.

I am a huge fangirl, trust me. I love the Harry Potter series. It was the first fictional series I read; I completed it when I was 16 and I was kind of overly attached to it.

And by overly attached, I mean I had posters, merchandise, quotes, audio books, e-books, a book collection, phone case, and what not.
So I recently purchased a Harry Potter phone case and I loved it because it was my first ever HP case and it was gifted to me by my other friend. And being the chatterbox that I was, I send “B” a selfie in which I was flaunting my phone case. He hated it. I mean he never hated HP, but it was kind of irritating for him to see someone (me) being obsessed by fiction to this extent.

He always uses to tell me that reading is a good habit, but being obsessed with everything you read isn’t. And he was right. Cause it my obsession with HP which made me do something to my best friend (B) I could never have thought of in my worst dreams.
This incident dates back to October of 2015. We planned to go watch a movie, and after watching “Pyar ka Panchnama 2,” we went to McDonald’s. Sh*t happened.

The moment we sat, my other friend, “S,” asked me something about my case and the conversation went like this.

S: Nice cover, kaha se lia? (Where did you get this?)

H: Thanks, Xyz gave it to me, but it is from Coveritup.

B: Ghanta acha cover hai! Mai thuk du ispe. (I’d spit on this thing anytime.)

Next thing I know, I spat on his face.

I KNOW! I AM EFFING STUPID.

And I regretted it the moment I did it.

-He never said a word; he just left.
S ran towards him.

I ran towards him. But it was done. I ruined 9 years of my blissful friendship.

When I got outside of McDonald’s, he was very well ahead of me, and “S” was trying to talk to “B,” but he was on verge of exploding with anger.

My other friend, “A,” was with me and she was asking me to leave and said that we could talk after he calmed down, but I decided to stay.

I was hell, sure, I can rectify it. All those 9 years were playing in my mind, and my mind was saying something like this, “We are stronger than this. He can spit on my face all he like, even slap me if he wants to, but he can’t end this. He cannot end what we have.”
The next thing I know, he is running towards me, with all his might.

And this happened.

H: My mind was playing all sorts of heartbroken songs.

I was angry. I was angry at myself.

A: She clutched my hand, thinking B would beat the sh*t out of me.

S: He was running behind B to stop him from doing any further harm.

I was walking towards “B” in all my speed thinking, “No, he won’t hurt me. Yes, I did spit on his face, but he loves me. He won’t hurt me. I was imagining all the ways I could make for what I did.

I thought of begging forgiveness, including stop watching, reading, or talking about any effing fictional thing.
But most of the time, I was sure as hell he wouldn’t hurt me. Though I deserved it, but I still was sure he wouldn’t, but my other 2 friends “A” & “S” weren’t looking that sure.

His face was sunset red with anger, and I was ready for whatever may come in my way now because what I did was horrible.

And then, when he was just 2–3 feet away from me. He stopped. Watched me for some 2–3 seconds and went in another direction.

But he didn’t hurt me.

“A” & “S” ran towards him again and I left numbed. I walked my way to my home (3km). I switched my phone and walked. That day, I realized what it is like to loath yourself. I hated myself. And my respect for “B” multiplied. I spat on his face for such a petty reason, and he, being in such anger, controlled himself.

When I reached home, there were many missed calls on my phone of “A”,”S” and “B.”

I called back “B.” He acted as if nothing happened. He was angry at me for switching off my phone and walking home. He was worried about my safety. He asked me to call again a little later because he was busy, but after that, he never took my calls for 3.5 months. I never called again after the first 8–10 attempts.

I felt I deserved this and accepted it as my punishment. What hurt me the most is that what I did to him. I could never have thought of doing it to my enemy.
A lot happened, and we are now best friends again, and he initiated our reconnection. Those 3 months weren’t easy, but they made me learn my lesson.

Everything is back to normal. He forgave me. But I can’t. I won’t.” Quora user

43. An Egotistical Scolding That Nearly Broke Up 3 Best Friends

“I scolded my best friend badly.

This incident happened when I was in my second year of college. I and my two friends were in my friend’s hostel room cooking noodles for us.

After we finished the noodles, it’s my friend’s turn (let’s call her X) to clean dishes as I and my other friend, let’s call her Y, cooked the noodles. We three were talking about some random stuff. Meanwhile, I and Y got involved in some serious discussion. I got angry as she disagreed with me.

X noticed the situation, and she interrupted both of us to stop. I lost my temper over there. I thought that she was also trying to correct me. I scolded her very badly.

And I didn’t even realize, there were tears in X’s eyes. She didn’t tell me a word, but she was so hurt that she started crying. That moment ruined the beautiful relationship we three used to have at that time.

I felt guilty. I didn’t have the courage to say sorry.

Things between us started getting worse as we almost stopped talking to each other. Misunderstandings, lack of communication, third party people’s involvement.
I knew that I made a blunder, and I realized that I was wrong. I worked on my behavior, I changed myself to become a better person like my best friends.” Damini Vyas

42. Going Ghost After A Breakup, Now It’s Too Late To Talk To Him

“Throwing an immature temper tantrum and not really speaking to someone because of it.

Three days later, he was killed in a car wreck.

Also not showing him affection enough.

I’d been hanging with this guy, he wasn’t out, and wasn’t really sure of his sexuality. He lived about 2 hours away and was super religious, so his life was a struggle.
When I was in the area, I’d drive extra to hang out with him, but we couldn’t go to his place. He was 23 and lived with his sister and pastor brother-in-law.

We’d hang out, shop, kiss, hold hands, but I’m not big on PDA, so it made me super uncomfortable, and I pulled away a lot. I should have touched him more, not been so d*mn hung up on people seeing two guys being affectionate in a public place.

I can’t explain it and I won’t try to justify why I thought this, but the last time I saw him, I -knew- it was the last time I’d ever see him.

We talked every single night; he was my light. When I was having the sh*ttiest day, he’d always brighten it up with kind words and really, by just being himself.

He wasn’t ready though, and I resented that so much. I resented that he was perfect and couldn’t see that he was perfect, no matter his sexuality, or his religion. He was the f*cking embodiment of perfect, and everything anyone could have wanted.

Then, he tells me he’s not really available and that he hopes I understand and that if I was hurt so much that it meant he couldn’t know me anymore, then it would really suck.

Well, my f*cking idiot a** goes full-on ghost. Acting like a f*cking infant. My birthday comes up, and he sends me a text hoping I have a great day and to enjoy it. I text back “Thanks” and then go about my day.
Two days later, he’s dead. Killed in a car wreck because he hydroplaned and ended up getting T-Boned. I found out because I was using my phone at work and his brother-in-law had posted on his account saying he was dead.

The last time I saw him was at his wake. Laying there with a blackened eye, and a bruised nose, stiff as a board and rock hard. Someone at the wake had the f*cking nerve to push down on his body, I guess to see if there was any elasticity in him or some sh*t, I don’t know, but it was so disrespectful giving him a poke.
I will go to my grave never forgiving myself. I was a f*cking stupid, waste of space child, and because of it, I lost someone who I can’t even describe how I feel about, and I couldn’t tell them that I understood, that I didn’t know what it was like to struggle with your religious beliefs and possible sexuality, but I didn’t want him out of my life, and no matter what type of relationship we had, as long as he was part of my circle somehow, I was happy.” PriestAlseid

41. Lying About A Car Accident To Ward Off Nagging Mom… Then It Really Happened

“On my brother’s 15th birthday, I had to run my brother to his house, so he could get his PlayStation and take it to our dad’s house, so it could get fixed.

At our dad’s house, my father and I get into some form of argument and we are running late for my brother’s party. As we are driving to where our mother is living, she calls me. I have my brother answer the phone and tell her we were in a car crash.
Exactly 12 hours later, my brother was in that car crash.

I will never forget the home phone ringing at 1 in the morning or my cell phone then ringing, answering to my mother crying saying my brother was in a car wreck and they didn’t think he was gonna survive, having to tell my dad that and rushing to the hospital was horrible.

After 17 hours of emergency surgery where he flatlined multiple times, he was put in PICU finally. With any situation like this, he had really really bad days and slight improvements. He was sent to UW Madison children’s hospital where he stayed for a long time. He did recover, but we were told many times he wouldn’t survive or would be brain dead. He did survive but is paralyzed but alive.
For me, the worst decision ever was having him answer the phone all those hours earlier saying we were in a crash.” Negaface

40. An Accidental Shot During An Argument

“Getting into med school is pretty tough, and you need lots of research and physician shadowing on your resumé.

I was put in touch with a surgeon in my home town and shadowed him for a few days during my senior year of college. Around 3 PM on the 2nd or 3rd day of shadowing, my best friend texted me and asked if I wanted to go work out at his house. I responded saying I couldn’t because I was shadowing, but I would go later that day. I called him when I got off, but he never answered the phone.

About 7 PM that night, I get a frantic phone call from another friend saying there were cop cars surrounding my first friend’s house and that my best friend got shot. I rushed to his house and saw police cars and crime scene tape everywhere. I started freaking out and stumbled around asking cops if my friend was still alive. They told me he was rushed to the hospital, but they didn’t know his condition. I drove through town speeding like a mad man and burst into the ER looking for my friend.

I eventually found a hallway where my friend’s entire family was sitting and crying. I didn’t have to ask anyone if he was ok. I knew he was gone, and I completely lost it. His mom was in a bathroom, and I could hear her heartbreaking the sobs and shrieks through the door. She eventually came out, saw me, and we broke down crying and hugging each other for a few minutes. I still have trouble wrapping my head around what happened.

Turns out my best friend and his brother had gotten into an argument, and his brother started waving a gun around. Gun accidentally went off with the bullet passing through his chest. Had I not shadowed that day and been at my friend’s house, he and his brother would have never argued, he would never have been shot, and he would still be alive.” Trisomy__21

39. A Regretful Near-Death Punch That Led To A Serious Wake-Up Call

“My younger brother was “troubled” in his teens, to say the least.

He had a lot of anger issues.

I’ve never been a fighter; however, he and my older brother were totally different – they saw violence as the only answer to disagreements.

Anyway, one night, I’m in my house with my friends and I get a call from my mom – my younger brother and his friend were at her house tormenting her – they were both sh*tfaced drunk. I made my way there (she only stays a couple of streets away).

In the time it took me to get there, she’d called the police after my brother had hit her and thrown her down the stairs. She’d managed to get him out of the house, but he and his friend were trying to break the door down to get back in. My brother had quite the reputation with the local police and so they sent as many resources as they could – 5 police cars and a police dog unit.

My mom’s street was lit up in blue and red flashing lights by the time I got there.

My brother and his friend had run into the large park behind my mom’s house when they heard the sirens of the police, so the dog unit was out trying to find them while I comforted my mom. They eventually were found hiding in a bush and dragged back to a police car in cuffs.

This was a Friday night; my brother was supposed to be working all weekend, but I knew if they took him away he would be locked up until Monday at the earliest.

I spoke to the policeman in charge and convinced him that I could control my brother when he was drunk (lie) and pleaded with them to let him come stay at my house rather than lock him up. My mom tearfully agreed and they let me walk away with him. The policeman, however, gave me his mobile number and told me to phone him directly if there was any more trouble with my brother as he would be patrolling the area most of the night anyway.

My brother and I walk away and to begin with, no problems. Then as we get closer to mine the drunken slurs start and he tells me he hates me, this is all my fault, he’s ashamed to be my brother because I’m gay, etc., etc. So, I decide I don’t want him to come to mine and reach into my pocket to get my phone so that I could phone that policeman and just have him taken away.

At that precise moment, I look up and my brother has swung a punch in my direction. I dodged it and clocked him in the side of the head with my phone, smashing it. He almost lost balance but then definitely did when I punched him again. I then completely lost it. All the rage for what he had done to my mom, for what he’d said to me, for the way he acted – it all came out.

I was kicking him repeatedly (I was wearing Timberland boots) and punching him over and over. It wasn’t until I had sat on him, pinning him to the ground, and punched him one final time that I realized what I’d done. I watched as his head flopped back, his eyes rolled back into his head, and a pool of blood appears under his head. I was certain he was dead.

I can’t phone for help; I’ve smashed my phone.

I can’t shout for help. It’s 2 am and there’s nobody around. Right then, I make the single scariest decision I’ve ever made – I put my coat under his head and left him there in the pouring rain. I ran back to my house faster than any human has probably ever moved. I get to mine, burst in the door, shout at my friends to call an ambulance, tell them where my brother is, then take off running again back to him.

Luckily, he’s still lying there, out cold, but breathing. One of my friends arrive a minute or so later. We keep him warm until the ambulance arrives. That policeman also arrived at the same time – he said it was likely my brother wouldn’t remember what happened (he was that drunk) and that he wouldn’t put this in his final report.

I got in the ambulance with him to the hospital and then sat there for the next 8 hours waiting for him to regain consciousness.

When he was able to have a visitor in the room, I walked through, ready to apologize. What happened next blew me away – he broke down in tears immediately, apologizing for always being such an insufferable arsehole, begging me to forgive him.

And that was the end of my brother’s “troubled teen years.”

He ended up with a broken nose, half an ear missing (from scraping against the ground as I kicked him), a fractured cheekbone, and a hairline fracture in his skull.

He couldn’t go to work for a month which was made even more torturous for him because my mom, understandably, refused to talk to him or do anything for him.

They didn’t speak for about 18 months until he gave her her first grandchild. That brought the whole family together and completely changed him. Now our family is stronger than ever.

We may have come out the other side stronger, but that feeling where I thought I’d killed my younger brother….that feeling will always make that angry decision the worst decision I’ve ever made.” A_funny_user_name

Another User Comments:

“How does your family get along now? That seemed like a pretty serious deal.” Reddit user

Reply:

“We get along fine now.

He and his girlfriend having a kid completely changed him as a person – it made him an adult.
Yeah, we still have our fallouts from time-to-time, just as any other family, but nothing serious.

My brother was a real evil little sh*t ages 13-18. Nobody knows why. I guess it was a case of him getting in with the wrong crowd or whatever.

Regardless, that night not only changed the dynamics of our relationship, but it was a real wake up call for him.

Word got out what he’d done to my mom and a lot people disowned him – other than my mom not talking to him, all he had left in the world was family. It totally brought us all together, but I’ll always regret the way in which it happened.” A_funny_user_name
38. Holes In The Wrong Blankie

“My older sister was teasing me mercilessly when I was about 8 years old. I was stewing over it for about an hour and decided that the best revenge would be to destroy her favorite blanket that our mother had made by hand (one for her, one for me, cut from the same cloth).

I grabbed her blanket and a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut the blankie to ribbons in front of her.

She started laughing hysterically, which was not the reaction that I expected.

I looked at what was left of the blanket and saw my initials on it and realized that I had mistakenly destroyed my favorite blankie.” CMC81
37. Anger Almost Causes Sister To Get Burned

“I was probably around 12. My older sister had a friend over and was being really mean to me.

She was in her room with the door shut, so I took some string and tied her doorknob to mine across the hall, so she couldn’t open it.

Of course, right after I did that, she knocked a bottle of nail polish remover onto a candle and lit her carpet on fire.

Yes, I cut the string. No, they weren’t hurt. Her friend actually told her to stop being so mean to me. But the next time I’m 12 and upset, I’ll remember that teenagers aren’t very responsible with fire.” dont_you_sass_me
36. Rage Over A Laptop Warranty

“Throwing my phone because I was arguing with the Lenovo customer support about the warranty on my broken laptop.

The phone hit the TV which cracked the screen on the phone and TV.

Now that I’m using Internet Explorer on a library computer, I regret everything.” buttbroke

35. Throwing A Fork Over Teasing

“I was eating some tuna after having a very bad day. My younger brother kept teasing me for something I don’t remember now and wouldn’t shut up after I told him to stop several times.

All of a sudden, I snap, grab my fork, and launch it at him.

Fork hits him in the head, and 5 seconds later, blood starts coming out of his head with increasing intensity.

Consequences? A lesson. If you are having a bad day, don’t take it out on others, especially your family which is the only group of guys that really give a sh*t about you + for life scar on his head” Ronsaki

34. Long-Lasting Consequences To One Angry Night

“When I was 14, my dad forgot to pick me up after school, and he told me to find my own way home.

I walked approximately 8.5 miles to get to my house. Then he wouldn’t let me in. I was so angry I went to my neighbor’s house, (a kid in the same grade as me lived there, Mike), and when I told him what happened, he said I could come in.
He had an older brother who smoked cigarettes and the special green plant. I had never before smoked, drank, etc. But I was mad, really mad. We stole all his sh*t, got high, and smoked all night in Mike’s bedroom.

Consequences: 11 years later, still smoke cigarettes, dealing with cancer. Worst. Decision. Ever. All because I was angry with my dad.” lintemurion

Another User Comments:

“That’s actually how my grandmother ended up dying. Her mom didn’t let her in the house because she got home late one night at a young-ish age, and her mom decided to teach her a lesson.

Her appendix burst in the middle of the night, and she was stuck out in the Scottish rain in late fall/early winter.

Her mom didn’t find her till early the next morning.
She survived, but the ruptured appendix, pneumonia, and bronchitis left her in a near-constant state of illness before she passed away at 49.” lintemurion

33. Tearing Up A Heartfelt Apology

“When my sister and I were much younger, we fell out (argued) for, probably, the very first time. She was just old enough to be trusted to walk around the house on her own and stuff and I’m about 5 years older than her.

We fell out (I can’t remember what over), but shortly after, she came back into the room we had been in. She was in tears and holding a piece of paper. It was a picture of me and her holding hands and the words, “I’m sorry.”

I ripped it up in front of her eyes, threw it to the ground, and left the room.

I’m sure she doesn’t remember this, but it still gets to me this day.

We get on as well as two siblings possibly could, nowadays. I reckon if I asked her she wouldn’t have a clue, but I’ll never forget looking at her as she welled up right in front of me.” pizza_is_a_lie

32. The Last Chance Missed In Anger

“Didn’t say goodbye to my mom the last time I ever saw her. Wished in my head she’d die. Only because I was p*ssed off she and my brother were going to Fiji without me and I was stuck with having to go to work, but I didn’t realize it was because her radiation therapy hadn’t worked and she was pretty much going home to die.

I had no idea it had progressed to that stage, so when she came to hug me, I turned away, so she gave me a side hug. Well, that was the best she could do and she was pretty weak at that stage. I still feel like the sh*ttiest person alive thinking about her face that morning and her little bony frame pressed up against me.” erino89
31. A Sudden Punch Leads To Infection

“Years ago I was super p*ssed at my roommate because she couldn’t keep a secret.

So I punched a framed picture of her that was on the wall. The glass cut into every one of my knuckles. The worst was my thumb. The blood took forever to stop, and I just bandaged it really tight.

After about 3 days, I started to notice red streaks running up my arm. I showed my dad, and he took me to the hospital.

Turns out, I cut my tendon, and the joint had gotten severely infected.

The doctor said that I was hours away from losing my thumb. After surgery, I had to stay in the hospital for five days with an IV hooked up. The morphine was nice, though.” [deleted]

30. Learned A Lesson From Punching A Tree

I mean, at least it wasn’t a person.
“In my short-tempered teenage years, me and pops got into a massive argument. I don’t remember about what but thinking about it now; it was probably petty. In my fit of rage, I decided to punch a tree.

I didn’t think it was that hard of a punch until my hand was about the size of an eggplant. Went into the house and told my dad my hand got caught in the garage door and off we went to the hospital. The first words out the doctor’s mouth after the X-ray-“looks like your son has a boxing fracture.”

After the surgery, 6 weeks in a handcast, a month of physical therapy, 2 weeks of my pops not talking to me, and the family calling me Sampson, I learned to control my temper and not my temper control me.” SandmanGA
29. Killed The Favorite Salad Bowl

“I was making food, got angry, stubbed my toe on a salad bowl (that was on the floor for some reason), kicked said salad bowl out of the way, got even angrier, went to leave, stubbed toe on salad bowl again, picked up salad bowl, smashed salad bowl.

Cue three hours of my four-year-old sister crying and screaming, saying,

“You killed my favorite salad bowl!”” pridwyn

28. Throwing Scissors Leads To Short-Lived Fame

“I was in my dorm room at college. I was tubby and a bit of a loser; played a lot of video games by myself. Anyway, my roommate and his friends always made fun of me, but one day, it was especially bad. I tried ignoring them, but when he sprayed water on me, I just snapped and threw a pair of scissors at him.

They got lodged in his arm. Someone else was filming it, and of course, it ended up on the internet.

They immediately reported me to campus security, parents were called, lawyers got involved. Long story short, the stupid f*cker taping it didn’t delete it. Once the college staff and lawyers saw the video, they advised the f*ckers to drop it. Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed, and I moved into a single room. Nobody else really liked those f*ckers either, so I enjoyed a small amount of fame for a couple of weeks.

But since nobody really likes me either, I was quickly forgotten.” PhilLikeTheGroundhog

27. Scaring Mother Half To Death

“I can’t for the life of me remember exactly what the argument was about, but it was pretty heated between me and my mom. F you’s here, stupid C’s there. Got to the point where she tried to kind of move me back a few inches by poking me in the chest so that she could close the kitchen door and close the argument down.

That was when I made probably the biggest, “oh sh*t, why did I do that” moment of my life. I thought, f*ck this; I’m not done here, and when she tried to close the door, I quite intimidatingly forced it back as to continue my rant. I could tell by her reaction she was REALLY intimidated by my counteraction, and I suddenly realized what I had done to my creator.

I hot-footed it to my bedroom where I stayed until I heard the b*stard sound of the front door closing behind my dad coming in from work.

CRUNCH TIME.

Dad came up to my room about 15 minutes after walking through the door and quite calmly said to me. “You might be my son, but she is my wife. You do not want this to happen again…understand me?” I nodded and he left.

Might not be very intimidating words to others but to me at that moment in time. I seriously thought I was done for. To this day, I look back and just think what a crappy move that was by me.” imbritishnotgay

26. Bruising With An Umbrella

“I had a friend (well used to) who prank-called me yesterday, pretending to be an army officer and claiming that I had problems with my registration.

Having just woke up, I wasn’t in the clearest state of mind, so I believed every word he said. He then told me that it was a joke and his actual intention for calling was to ask me out to go to the arcade.

P*ssed off, I agreed to go. I took my umbrella, and when I reached, I gave him a good whack on his hip. He seemed to me in great pain and ended up going back home in tears.

His parents then called – apparently I must have hit harder than I thought, as there was heavy bruising around that area. His parents were seriously considering pressing charges.

Not my best moment.” HitMyFriendThrowaway

25. Argument Destroys Xbox And Walls

“Friend came to my house and was being a jerk. Fast forward 2 hours, an argument started and he threw my Xbox out the window. So I punched a hole in the wall, ripped out a piece of drywall, and slapped him with it 3 times.

On my fourth time, he jumped back and rammed into a wall. His a** made a hole in the wall and caused a clock hanging on the wall to fall and land on his head.” XenonDragon
24. Scary Consequences For Cheesing Sister

“I once got very, very angry at my older sister. I sneaked up on her while she was using the computer. I started rubbing a block of cheddar cheese into the top of her scalp, twisting and shoving the cheese block into her dumb head.

By the time she reacted, I was already running up two flights of stairs to lock myself in my room as I was sure she would kill me. She was seconds behind me, but I managed to lock myself in my room. She banged on the door for a while and then things went silent. That’s when I knew it was bad.
She came back a couple of minutes later with an electric drill and started dismantling the door lock.

I shoved my armoire in front of the door. She eventually busted through as I frantically kept wedging furniture in a manner, not unlike the students in Les Miserables. She finally got through the door and came climbing over the furniture barricade with a Godd*mn knife in her hand.

The details of what happened next are blurry, but we’re somehow both still alive (and friends!) today.” enoughalreadyyouguys

23. Remembering His One Angry Punch

“I have only thrown one serious punch in my life and I regret it.

We were playing football in high school during lunch one day having a good time. I caught a pass and threw a stiff arm at the guy who was trying to tackle me. My stiff arm ended up making direct contact with his nose (oops). From there, I kept running and he eventually caught up with me once I slowed down when I thought the play was over. From there, he grabbed me from behind choking me with his forearm and holding me saying things like, “Don’t ever f*ck with me again” (he was pretty upset about getting stiff-armed in the face).

Well, my instincts kind of took over and I was able to wiggle out of his chokehold. After I got free, I threw a rage-filled punch that connected with his left temple. I’ll never forget the sound it made.

He ended up getting 14 stitches and left a trail of blood from the parking lot we were playing in, all the way to the nurse’s office. I got suspended for 3 days but so did he. I still feel bad for the pain I must have put him through and the scar I left him.” jwolfer

Another UsersComments:

“Violence is bad, mkay, but I would not feel too bad about that.

When someone cuts off your oxygen, you get an adrenalin rush and the brain switches into a more primitive survival mode where the only objective is to stop the current threat. He was escalating sh*t by trying to be a tough guy. Clearly, he could not back it up.
As Dalai Lama said: Don’t start nothing; it won’t be nothing.” Locrin

22. An Accidental Pencil-Stabbing

“The worst decision I’ve ever made while angry? This one’s easy:

I stabbed a kid in middle school.

It was in shop class, and he’d be a huge pr*ck for months. So when he stole the saw I was working with, I totally lost it and stabbed him with my pencil. I didn’t consciously realize that I had my pencil in my hand at the time; I had honestly just intended to start punching him, but the pencil was there and my punch turned into a stabbing motion, which punctured his arm.

I got suspended for two days, and ever since then, I’ve been working really hard to keep my temper in check.” coredumperror

21. Married The Wrong Man Out Of Anger

Sometimes anger leads us to do some crazy things.

“My parents told me all my life they had been saving for my college education. I believed them and didn’t save the money I made in my part-time job in high school.

I was accepted into my dream college. When I told my mother, she said they didn’t have the money to send me. I married the next guy who asked me because I was angry that they had lied to me and I could have done it on my own if I had known.

Turns out, I married an abusive drug addict. I still have the scars on my back.” AnatBrat

20. Slapped An Angel

“Slapped my girlfriend ten years ago when I was 18. She said something that made me extremely angry, and I slapped her. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it was kind of in between. We were driving and I pulled over to the side of the road and told her I was extremely sorry and that I would never do it again.

I started crying. I was sure she was going to dump me. Most people would say she was stupid to stay with me – but she is an incredibly smart woman. I ultimately had to dump her five months later, but I certainly never physically attacked her or any other woman again.

The consequences are that I have to live with the shame of having struck a woman whom I loved (and still do) dearly when she did nothing aggressive towards me whatsoever.

She proved she was an absolute angel when she forgave me after having done it. The other consequence is that I’m willing to admit that I did it so other young and naive daters don’t make the same mistake I did.” [deleted]

19. Tense Situation Leads To A Wise Decision About Drinking

“My latest worst decision happened about a year ago.

I was catching up with college friends in NY, and we were at a party. We were dancing and having a good time, but the place was a bit crowded, and I was a bit drunk.

After a few people shoved me out of the way, I started getting annoyed and began shoving back. My inebriated mind felt good about this decision. “That’s right, don’t let anyone push you around!” More fun, then a few minutes later, someone else shoves me. It wasn’t really that big of a shove, more like a dismissive push. I shoved back without looking, but this time, I met resistance and immediately felt myself thrown back. I looked up and saw this 6’5” at least (I’m 5’10”ish) built guy.

Now I’m not weak, but even in my drunken state, I knew I was no match as I grabbed ahold of his arm and once again pushed back. Now we were locked in place and I was steadily losing ground. It might’ve been the smirk on his face or the simple fact that I was tired of bullies thinking they could push someone smaller around just because they are stronger, bigger, whatever. But at that moment, I wasn’t going to back down and neither was he.

So I made the decision. Push him in the face; maybe he’ll let go. Hitting him felt so satisfying and the smirk was erased from his face. Instead, it was replaced by a cold stare, and he moved in with his arm raised. I found my center and prepared for the worst.

Luckily, my friends noticed what was going on and jumped in at the last minute. They are also big guys and were able to diffuse the situation.

Sort of ruined the rest of the evening, and I never felt so bad. I stopped drinking in college and decided that even “once in a while” is bad for me, so I made up my mind that I didn’t need to drink to have fun.” ristlin

18. A Fortunate Miss With A Slingshot Leads To An Unexpected Consequence

“When I was about 14, a girl said something to me that I didn’t like. With slingshot and pebble in hand, I started to rage with fury.

I was approximately 5 meters away when I placed the projectile into the sling and pulled it back with all my might. I fired, aiming for her face.

Thank f*ck, it flew straight over her head and into the neighbor’s window. That window cost me at least 10 car washes and lawn mows.” [deleted]

17. A Permanently Disfigured Nose And Trouble Breathing

“Was accused of stealing my friend’s shiny new Blackberry from the locker room in gym class when someone found it in my backpack two days after it went missing.

Was sent to the principal’s office. Was told I would be suspended for three days and that the police would be coming to talk to me. Was fined (I wasn’t told because my mom ended up paying for it).
Then I overheard someone bragging about how they had framed me for the theft. I went over and punched him as hard as I could in the face. I broke my hand, but I also broke his nose.

His nose is now permanently disfigured, and he often has trouble breathing due to the disfiguration. I feel bad every time I see him because I know that I did it and that it’s my fault that he’ll look like that for the rest of his life.” SSmrao

Another User Comments:

“You will bear this burden for the rest of your life, and at the same time, you should take solace in knowing you prevented that guy from destroying people’s reputations, maybe their very lives.

Live on my friend, for many innocents remain innocent thanks to you.” GoesOnTangents

16. Bad Influences On A Teen’s Anger

“I was a d*ck as a teenager. Hung around with a group of people most would consider Scumbag Steves. It had a big effect on me at home and turned me into a volatile person.

One day, playing a video game with my younger brother, he won and I just flipped out. OVER A VIDEO GAME. I lost it and grabbed him by the throat.

I’ll never forget him telling me that I was his brother, “not one of your scumbag friends,” and worse – the complete look of disgust on his face.
Pretty sure that moment changed my life (for the better).” LegalAliens

15. Bike Rage Takes Off A Cop’s Mirror

“I was biking at night in Chicago, and a car cut me off. I was having a bad day and had seen Premium Rush recently, so I took off the left mirror with my bike lock.

Seconds later, I heard sirens. I had taken off the left mirror of a cop car.” 5teak5auce

14. Best And Worst Decision Came From An Angry Moment

At least a lesson was learned.

“This is both the best and the worst decision I ever made in my life.

When I was younger, I had REALLY bad anger problems. One day, I go out for dinner with my whole family, and over the course of the dinner, I make an a** of myself.

I am rightfully grounded for that, and I get majorly p*ssed off. I then proceed to punch a hole through my wall with my entire family present. I’m a big boy (at that time I was 16, 5’11”, and 280 lbs), and I watched my family cower in fear from what I had done. From that point, I decided that I was going to be in control of my anger.

It sucks knowing that your very family, the people who love you no matter how hard you f*ck up, fear you.

But it helped me realize that I was becoming a violent and angry person, and who knows if next time that wall would have been my mother or my brother.

Now I’m a very happy and jovial guy. I have brought my anger under control incredibly well (old me only comes out if things get really, REALLY heated, but I try to control him. Like the hulk.), and everything has come out for the better. But that is the story of my best and worst decision of my life.” Albinoredguard

13. Seeing The Monster In The Window’s Reflection

“Just separated from the military and we were moving literally across the country for my new job.

We stopped in my home state for my brother’s wedding and to pick him and my parents’ stuff up to move with us as well (they were going to be moving in 6 months to a state away from my final destination).

There was already an uber amount of stress between my wife and me. I was recovering from an injury that I had incurred on duty that ended my military career. Add on top of that a 1-year-old and a 3-year-old.

Some stuff between my wife and my family was said, and she decided to go cool her jets at a friend’s house. I took it the wrong way and punched the back window out of our SUV. Not just out… I punched a hole clean through it. Glass sprayed all over my daughter, and I ripped my arm out and was going to punch the driver’s window when I saw my face… A nasty, rage-filled monster.

The thing I never wanted to become, I had prided myself up to that point on being a man of honor, someone who would never raise a hand to my wife in anger… I had just done that.

Then I looked down; my arm looked like a hamburger. Nothing broken, just cut up and bleeding profusely. It took us nearly a year to get back to some normalcy away from my folks but that being a different matter altogether.

Turns out, I have PTSD coupled with the stress of moving, and outside influences helped cause my break. I got help, got medication, I’m extremely subdued… Now, all it takes is for me to look at my arm, and it brings me to tears.

To this day, I still have glass chunks in my forearm, and every once in a while, a piece will work its way out.” [deleted]

12. Angrily Defending Wife Leads To Divorce

“My wife’s (at the time) family was treating her like sh*t and taking advantage of her.

I was p*ssed off about it among other things. Her biological mother called me looking for her, and I called her a plethora of vile things.
My wife calls me after all this happens, and apparently among our other problems, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She told me right then and there that she was done with me.” Derothil

11. Punched Out The Flames Of A Good Relationship

“I punched my ex-girlfriend. We were 16.

I kissed a girl. She f*cked a guy, and I lost it. Decked her. The moment I will never forget is how profusely SHE apologized. I’d wrecked the face of the girl I was supposed to love, and she was apologizing to ME as if it were her fault.

We didn’t break up right away either. There was about a month of this weird zombie relationship because of how guilty we both felt. Then we decided our relationship was too far gone and broke up.

We’ve hooked up a few more times since. I don’t know how to feel about her anymore. She still means more to me than anyone else I’ve ever dated, but we don’t feel right when we’re officially together. It’s like a constant spark that never flames.

Turned into a vent, but that’s my most painful memory. That punch. Hurting her like that.” WOOPSdeleted

Another user Comments:

“That’s an incredibly unfortunate situation. If you were asking for advice, I wouldn’t know which direction to point you at, except that I hope your feelings are clearer ASAP, so you can make the best decision for yourself.” chuckdollar

10. Angry Words Directed At The Wrong Parent

“I was a freshman in high school with anger issues.

One day, I got into an argument with my father over the phone, and it left me fuming and looking for a fight.
The next person to talk to me was my mother. I don’t even remember what she said to me or how that conversation went. But what I do remember is looking my mother in the eyes and telling her, “I hate you, and I hope you die.”

To this day, there is nothing I regret more than those words coming out of my mouth.” Beefers268

9. A Window Punch That Caused Permanent Damage To An Arm

“Punched through a plate glass window.

Completely severed the tendons to all my fingers and partially severed the radial nerve. Hit the artery and dropped more blood than I have ever seen in my life. The scar tissue on the muscle and that on the skin healed together, and now, 15 years later, the scar tissue moves when I move my fingers. The nerve never got to 100%; it’s probably about 65 or 70. If I burn the top of my thumb, it hurts down my arm instead.

The scar has also created a very painful pressure point, and if someone grabs it right, it’ll drop me to a knee. When I give someone the finger, it doesn’t completely take shape like it would on my left hand, so there is that.” griffith12
8. A Kick At Camp

“I was at a sleepover summer camp for a week one summer when I was in grade school. The kids were divided into cabins with a 3-year age range, in which I was the youngest age in my cabin (10 to 12-year-olds).

The older kids would always kind of pick on the younger ones, but it didn’t bug me too much because it was never directed at me.

One night, coming back from the campfire while walking up a hill, one of the older kids tried tripping me. I ignored him, but man, was this kid persistent. After about 4 or 5 attempts of him kicking at my legs, I swung around and did a swinging back fist to the kid’s face.

I ended up breaking a 12-year-old’s nose, but the part I regret is that all the camp counselors were so furious at me that I couldn’t explain the situation to them. Little did they know, this kid was the bully.

The kid came up to me a couple of days later and eventually apologized for his actions, but I couldn’t get out of that camp fast enough.” Reddit User

7. Boyfriend Chose The Wrong Side, And It’s Too Late

“My boyfriend and I had a huge fight over his best friend and a rumor that he had made up about me.

My boyfriend believed the rumor and wouldn’t give me a chance to defend myself. He screamed at me to get out of his car and he left me in the middle of nowhere (a 3-hour walk from my home) at 2 in the morning.
The next day, he calls me apologizing, but at this point, the damage had been done. He believed his friend over his girlfriend and left me on the side of the road. I emailed him the proof I had been trying to show him that he wouldn’t look at in the heat of the anger.

To this day, he is still trying to apologize… Too late” picksmanyapples

6. An Expensive Moment Of Anger

Poor car.

“I was driving a BMW across the US (an old model), and it was overheating. I was frustrated with the traffic and the notion of it overheating, but I got so mad that I decided to floor it. Needless to say, I ended up breaching the engine, and it cost me about $5K to get the car back into service.” [deleted]

5. Throwing A Magazine Like An Angry Ninja

“I was sitting on my bed reading a magazine, and my sister came up to my doorway and started bugging me.

I told her if she didn’t quit, I’d throw the magazine at her. (Now you wouldn’t think a magazine is aerodynamic enough to be thrown accurately 20 feet or at least not do any damage once it gets there.)
Anyway, she continued to pester me, doing so with the door cracked open just an inch. I sat up on my bed, threw that magazine like a ninja star straight through the crack in the door, and hit her squarely between the eyes.

The spine left a red mark, and she was hurt a little, but we both started laughing because neither of us could believe what just happened.” BabyChalupaBatman

4. The Forgiveness Of A Good Dog

“When I was 14, I kicked my dog. It didn’t hurt her badly. She licked me afterward. But I can’t think of anything I’ve ever done in anger that I have regretted as much or for as long.
It’s been 23 years, and I still remember her turning to lick me.

What an amazing animal.” jaemann

Another User Comments:

“This made me cry. My dog of 13 years died a month ago today, and when I was in elementary school, I kicked her a couple of times. The guilt still kills me.” moldy_guacamole

3. Making Sister’s Injuries Worse

“Around when I was 9 years old, my older sister was always a bit of a bully to me. At the time, she had a broken leg and was using crutches to get around.

While walking down the stairs, she hit me with one of her crutches. Apparently, at the time, I had “had enough of her sh*t,” so I turned and kicked both her crutches out. Halfway down the staircase. She fell down about 9 stairs and probably had to keep the cast on her leg for another few months because of that..” [deleted]

2. Creating A Life-Long Saying With One Bite

Kind of a cute story!

“I was playing chess with my mom.

I was in my elementary school’s chess club at the time, so I thought I was pretty hot sh*t. I was ten, however; and she was an adult, so she was beating my a** without effort. I was a small d*ckhead, so it didn’t take long for me to reach my 10-year-old boiling point.
In a fit of misplaced child-rage, I picked up one of her knights, and I bit it. It was a cheap plastic set, so I managed to take a chip out of it.

The knight remains chipped, and to this day whenever I get upset about something, mom just says, “Don’t bite the pony.”” TabathaShaftbadger

1. Punching The Wrong Person

“Punched a cop in the nose and broke it. It was instinctual after having a f*cking horrible day coupled with some creepy f*cker following me for four blocks. I thought it was the creeper, not the cop I hit when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. The cop was freaking out on the ground, and his partner pulled his gun on me yelling to put my hands up.

I had to explain why that mistake happened.
It worked out ok, but I had to go to the police station to explain my story. Found out the cop was about to ask me if I noticed my wallet was about to fall out of my pocket. Ends up with the broken-nosed-cop saying it was ok and that it would be let go if I bought him the burgers he was on his way to get. His grin was comedy gold.

I ended up buying burgers for the whole department. That was…expensive….” megamarines

 

While anger is a normal emotion, these stories prove that it can lead to some unfortunate aftereffects. Which instance from this list do you think had the worst outcome out of all these examples?