[–] luckymcfuck 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
You guys are some vile motherfuckers,honestly!
[–] Joliet_Jake_Blues 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago (edited ago)
I didn't go to my good friend's (call him J) wedding because I was mad at that group of friends. He had asked me to be a groomsman before sending out invitations and I said I would, but when he invited me I told him that I couldn't see those people. He told me he was really really disappointed.
In college there was a group of 5 of us. One of these guys, call him B was getting married. When B was with his new girlfriend (the one he married) I hooked up with B's ex girlfriend. He didn't care, we laughed about it. It was a drunken mistake. B's new girlfriend, I guess, did care.
I kinda lost touch when we all left college, but I knew B would be sending me an invite so I didn't think about it. We were all busy with new jobs and didn't talk much (this was before Facebook) Then, I hear that everyone is in town for B's wedding and I had never been invited. All the guys invited me out for drinks, and I was like, wtf? B's wife didn't want me at the wedding because I slept with his ex. None of them stuck up for me, they just played it off as, oh well, too bad. She cut me out of their group and none of them said shit.
So it's J's turn to get married and I said I be there for him, of course. I'd have died for anyone of those guys. But the more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off that they did nothing, said nothing to B or B's wife. That they let me get tossed aside.
So one night, after a few beers I said no. I wrote J an email and said I wasn't going to his wedding. That I didn't want to see B or his wife. That I didn't want to make a scene if I said something or got angry.
He wrote me back, basically begging me to go. He tried to tell me B's wedding wasn't a big deal. He said that he'd be really upset if I didn't go.
I wrote back and got a little mean, that I wasn't going to "waste my vacation time flying to a red state to go hang out with people I didn't want to see." That B's wife was a cunt and if she'd tried to cut any of them out, that I wouldn't have gone to her and B's wedding.
And I've never talked to any of them again. I miss those guys sometimes, and wonder how their lives turned out. This was all at least 10 years ago.
(Oh, I wasn't the only one of B's friends that fucked his ex, I was just the only one that B's wife knew about. The guy that fucked her and had a month long relationship with her still went to the wedding, and took relish in telling me why I wasn't invited while he was. I was embarrassed and felt like a pile of shit, they all talked about this beforehand, decided I didn't matter and wasn't worth fighting for. I felt like my loyalty to them wasn't respected or even cared about. It was all a big joke, haha, S fucked her for a month and got invited to the wedding, you fucked her once and are forever dead to B's wife. Isn't that so funny?!?)
I hurt J because B hurt me. And blew off the entire group of my college friends.
[–] blameturner [S] ago
have you found them on facebook since? would be interesting for your sake.
[–] Joliet_Jake_Blues 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
I never joined Facebook and this is one of the reasons. I kinda want to now, because I'm moving out of state and want to keep in touch with all the friends I've made here, but there are definitely people I don't want to interact with ever again. Or even think about.
[–] EvilHomeStereo 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
I once introduced someone to opiate drugs, that they might have overdosed on
[–] Broda 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
Guy ripped me and a buddy off for our usual 1/2 lb bag of weed we got every week or two. We loaned him an extra $200 the week before for something (i dont recall what it was for but i remember it being pretty important) anyway, he dodged us and literally moved. I went to his house before they moved a car they were selling and pissed all in it and sent the dudes wife a text saying the car smelt like fucking piss. Now i wouldnt feel bad about it but i found out a few days later it was his sons car and HE was actually a pretty nice guy and was trying to sell it. I have done far far worse but never really felt bad per say. Or can talk about openly.
[–] blameturner [S] ago
haha man those mistakes where you did it to the wrong person. That gut wretching feeling of guilt
[–] Bradach 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
hmmm... thats a toss up between the time i stole a friends super rare Yu-Gi-Oh card which summoned exodius in a single move, or the time i absolutely trashed a minecraft server and it saved with all the damage.
i dont feel bad about the card cause that little fuckers uncle injured my dog while i was away.
i do feel kinda bad about the server though cause it was pretty well made with vaults and such for rare things but i blame the owners for giving new players full privileges, allowing horizon mod launcher, not being on and giving me half an inventory full of obsidian on spawn.
[–] blameturner [S] ago
yeah those mods were idiots haha
[–] Gravedogs9_ 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
What did his uncle do? If you don't mind me asking
he got drunk and high at a party they were having while we were out of town. my dog wandered over (this was in the country, leash laws were VERY lax and it was nothing to have the neighbors dogs over as well) and he docker her tail with bolt cutters. we had to take her to the vet and spend weeks helping her tail to heal. its not as long as it once was (it was glorious when she was younger) but i still love her just as much.
[–] Jordain47 ago
Story time. Don't ask me my reasoning because I'll never be able to explain this to myself, let alone anyone else.
I had a girlfriend, she was 4 years younger than me and still fresh-faced and naive. I was 20, she was 16 (UK, so no lawbreaking involved). We were together for the best part of a year, and she WORSHIPPED me. To the point where it was worrying and, to be honest, kind of annoying. I said jump, she said how high. Obviously I could have used this situation to my advantage but, little did I realise, it was actually me that ended up trapped.
I wanted to end the relationship for a while, but this essentially stopped me.
Now for the unexplainable part; It was 2AM, we were both laid in bed, sweaty and heavy-breathing from a particularly passionate sesh. I rolled over, looked her in the eye and told her it was over, no real explanation, just that it didn't 'feel right' anymore. Such a cop-out, I know. Fast forward half an hour and she's screaming at me in her bedroom, pounding her fists against my chest as I slowly and awkwardly pull my clothes on and find my car keys. After doing my best to stop her crying (and waking her parents up gulp), I decided it was best to leave. So leave I did. 2:30AM and I was walking down her stairs while she was trying to literally drag me back into her bedroom. I shot her a sorrowful look, apologised again and drove off into the night. If I had sunglasses in my car, I'd have worn them, night or no.
Obviously I felt terrible for a long time, until I was told she was convincing everyone that I was unfaithful, and that was the reason for the break up. This was untrue, and sort of turned my regret into semi-anger. Which died down and now all is good. I am by no means proud of what happened, but somehow could not see the relationship ending any other way.