Your worst Day, please top mine

[BringBackBuck]

My brand new car was broken into and vandalised by a junkie less than 5 hours after I bought it, but hey that's what insurance is for. The day I was told to give up sport because of arthritis in my knee was one of my least favourite days. But it did set me on the path of some really good choices in my life. The day I set myself on fire wasn't a great day either. Nor were any of the following 20 days spent in hospital getting skin grafts and the like. Though I did discover a fondness for morphine. The day my wife had a miscarriage was a bad day. But that sometimes happens if there is something wrong with the foetus, so maybe it was for the best.

 

[IamQ]

Watching 9-11 in person... absolutely nothing is more horrifying then that. I remember exactly what the people around me were screaming, the street I was on, the store I ran for my fucking life towards when the first tower collapsed in a gigantic column of smoke and debris, and watching charred and mangled corpses being pulled out in an attempt to look for survivors... I'm starting to get sick typing this.

You don't have to answer what I'm asking, as it seems that just the thought of that event makes you almost feel sick.

But I've always wondered: How loud was the entire event? I mean, it was an entire building just collapsing. A really huge building at that. It must have been ear shattering. I don't understand how some people can have been there and not have gone deaf or gotten tinnitus.

 

[Crenelate]

Probably the day after I was called at midnight to tell me my best friend had overdosed and was in a coma and was probably going to die. Made for a brilliant few hours travelling form the SW of England up to Manchester.

 

[Girl With One Eye]

No doubt you're under a great deal of stress that has built up over a long period of time and that is definitely a serious matter, but if you ask people to compare one day of that to the absolute worst day of their lives, you just end up sounding like a whiny little *****.

That's pretty much how I feel about this thread. Yes you have problems, but don't go asking if anyone else is worse off because you can be damn sure there's always someone worse off. And I don't think knowing that will make you feel any better either.

 

[emeraldrafael]

watched my friend die in front of me

Uhm, if its not to much to ask for.

Could you tell what happened...

Well, one was an overdose. from what the coroner/doctor/whoever does that kinda examination she went peacefully, which I was glad at she did.

Another was blatantly shot cause he took on a girl with too much baggage and the ex wasnt having hearing he was dating her.

I was in the home when one killed himself.

And the last one was cause of drunk driving when I got blind sided by a drunk driver with her in the car.

 

[Brad Shepard]

well, my former friend was literally brainwashed(over a long time) by his crazy dad and tried to drown me in the school pool. he was pretty much strangling me while pushing me underwater. i dont blame him, i blame his dad

...I want to know the story behind this story.

 

[Hazy992]

Not the worst but I've been feeling pretty damn shitty lately. I've been having really bad anxiety over irrational thoughts, my compulsions have gotten worse (I honestly think I may have OCD) and I'm starting to regret my university course more and more by the day. Just wanted to vent more than anything.

 

[FernandoV]

OK I need to vent before I get an aneurism. I'm in a routine of School Work and Home each pissing me off more then the last. At school I'm stuck with pot-heads and passive aggressive know-it-all's for 4 hours straight, at work I'm stuck with an deaf manager and the neediest frustrating customers I have ever met. Finally at home I'm stuck with a passive aggressive mother who wouldn't get out of bed when I can just get whatever she thinks she needs. All this and people still don't know why I spend the majority of my time playing Video games or M.T.G with the people I can actually stand to be around.

This is quite possibly one of the least consequential problems. Did you post this as a troll joke or something? Wow, you live with difficult people, go to school with difficult people and work with difficult people, sheesh, hard life there, I don't know anybody who goes through that.

Try not knowing whether you'll eat everyday or not being allowed to leave the house because you'll get beat otherwise. Those are problems.

 

[robot slipper]

Well, after what I thought was the worst day - i.e. giving birth to my son 4 weeks prematurely - it got worse the second day. Not only did my bf at the time not get his arse out of bed to come and see his newborn baby until about 11am, I was told by a nurse that if I fed him a bottle, I could go home that day (I intended to breastfeed, but my milk hadn't come in yet). I was left with a bottle and had never fed a baby before, so I just put the bottle in his mouth and assumed I was doing it right. Wrong. He wasn't propped up enough and thus inhaled some of the milk, causing him to stop breathing. He was rushed to the neonatal intensive care unit and put on a ventilator, and spent the next week there fighting off aspiration pneumonia (caused by the inhaled milk). There is nothing so far or since that I have experienced that is quite so bad as seeing your newborn baby in a little box attached to a bunch of machines fighting for his life, and knowing that it was your own incompetance that put him there.

 

[Iwata]

OK I need to vent before I get an aneurism. I'm in a routine of School Work and Home each pissing me off more then the last. At school I'm stuck with pot-heads and passive aggressive know-it-all's for 4 hours straight, at work I'm stuck with an deaf manager and the neediest frustrating customers I have ever met. Finally at home I'm stuck with a passive aggressive mother who wouldn't get out of bed when I can just get whatever she thinks she needs. All this and people still don't know why I spend the majority of my time playing Video games or M.T.G with the people I can actually stand to be around.

- The day my dad died.
- The day I had to leave my girlfriend on the other side of the world not knowing when I'd see her again.
- The day my 14-year old dog and best friend was put to sleep.
- The day I fell into a coma.
- The day I broke my hip and required two surgeries, thus spending 3 months in hospital, a year in crutches and life-long complications.
- The day my mother's boyfriend fled with all our money.
- The day I was told by a doctor that I could either be commited under suicide watch, or move back in with my family.

Are we done?

 

[chuckman1]

Hmm I'll go with my very first memory.
I was 3 years old, my dad had a meth lab in the house.
The swat team came and raided the house and arrested my dad and I hid.
Honestly, I've had worse days but I figured I'd go with this one.

 

[TheTim]

This isn't as bad as some i've seen on this thread, but it sure beats yours.

My freshman year i was playing football as a middle line backer, i was on the wrong end of a dirty hit, i end up with an unhappy triad injury (torn acl, mcl, and medial meniscus). and as a direct result of this injury; I can never play a competetive sport again (baseball, Football, Motor Cross, Snowboarding), i can't qualify for the Marine Corps, i suffer daily pain, I can't qualify to be a police officer, and I'll need knee replacement surgery by the time i'm 20.


My life was completely changed because one asswipe on the other team didn't like me.

 

[username sucks]

well, my former friend was literally brainwashed(over a long time) by his crazy dad and tried to drown me in the school pool. he was pretty much strangling me while pushing me underwater. i dont blame him, i blame his dad

...I want to know the story behind this story.

long story

 

[Brad Shepard]

well, my former friend was literally brainwashed(over a long time) by his crazy dad and tried to drown me in the school pool. he was pretty much strangling me while pushing me underwater. i dont blame him, i blame his dad

...I want to know the story behind this story.

long story

I got time.

 

[username sucks]

well, my former friend was literally brainwashed(over a long time) by his crazy dad and tried to drown me in the school pool. he was pretty much strangling me while pushing me underwater. i dont blame him, i blame his dad

...I want to know the story behind this story.

long story

I got time.

i was accually trying to not relive that more than necesarry, and kind of personal, although i guess i set myself up for this by mentioning it in the first place. sorry.

 

[Chanel Tompkins]

I had a stalker in junior high. One semester I had every single class either with him or within sight of his classes. And a locker assignment right next to him. It was horrible, every day he followed me, but I didn't feel like I could tell anyone because he was the junior high star athlete and I was going through my delinquent phase. Finally I snapped when he somehow guessed the combo to my locker and wallpapered it with smaltzy hearts and shit. Had to spend three hours in the councilor's office begging them to believe me about it.

 

[Iron Criterion]

Here's my wall of clichéd story which happened on the day after New Year's Day 2009. I had been seeing this girl for most of winter 2010, and even though she made it clear that she was afraid of commitment I foolishly got myself in too deep. I started to see her as my 'one', since everything I looked for in a potential partner I could find in her. Even though I hadn't explicitly made my feelings clear she somehow knew and text me explaining her own feelings and outlined why I should 'move on'.

Having just been rejected in a particularly horrible fashion I was broken up; but the worst part was that at the time, I was at my parents for a meal when she had text me. Now my parents knew nothing of this girl as I prefer to enter a stable relationship before announcing anything, so I was determined to hide this painful situation whilst frantically having a text argument.

As I had consumed a few beers I originally planed on staying at my parents' house, but having bottled my emotions for what seemed like an eternity I decided that sometime in the twilight hours I needed to clear my head and so I went for a long clichéd 'soul searching' walk home. Since it was after midnight on a occasion when it is almost required to drink (the holidays) I inevitably encountered some less than reputable types. Usually I would desperately seek an alternative route so our paths wouldn't cross but emotionally blinded and tipsy I recklessly carried onward.

This was a mistake for two reasons, firstly they were clearly sat around drinking cheap cider and secondly, having long hair I usually expected some form of harassment. On this occasion they decided to throw random debris at me. I continued to walk on, but one of them suddenly charged me and waylaid me to the ground, before sticking the boot in a few times. He went over to his mates laughing and out of breath I struggled back up only to have more crap thrown at me. I noticed two fairly stocky guys had simply walked past and completely ignored my plight.

I hurried on home now just wanting to put my head down on my pillow but when I got back to my flat I found out by a letter under the door stating that my landlord had not received my rent money for the last two months. I lived in a house share owned by a small local firm so the landlord would come and collect the money himself, but on the last few occasions had forgotten to give me a receipt. I knew I had paid him but had no proof so I realised I would most likely be £600+ out of pocket (with no job).

Sorry about that wall but I do like to vent as 2010 was a tough year for me and residuals of those events still affect me to this day. Reading that series of events in one sitting does make it all seem very unlikely, but it was an unfortunate and true chapter of my life. I struggled with the money thing, though the landlord did somewhat see sense and the on-off relationship went through more turmoil throughout 2010. But I think my character was defined more in the first quarter of that year than in the entirety of my life so far.