The worst time in your life....

Sometimes, life can be like a soap opera. But not for long, thankfully.

My ex getting a phone call from the his parents in the middle of the night to come home with the spare key to their neighbours house. The neighbour was his childhood best friend and the police wanted to get into the house without breaking the door down.

We got there, fearing the worst. I went indoors with my ex's parents. He opened the door with the police.

His friend had been hanging for over a week.

Yesterday was crap too though, the water machine in the work was broken and I had to buy my own water!

With the 20p coin in my pocket I phoned the only friend whose number I could remember, who generously paid my taxi from northeast to southwest London. She wrapped me in a rug (I was very shakey) and went out to get Chinese takeaway to cheer me up. Five minutes later, her doorbell rings.

"Do you know P**** D*******?"
"Yes, she lives here"
"She's been run over by a car"

We spent the rest of the night in casualty.

sorry I hope this thread isn't too much of a downer...just wanted to read about peoples experiences...

etc (for the rest of time)

fucking arseholes.

waking up this morning and sitting here petting my cat and friend for the past 13 years, knowing these are our last hours together.

1985 : realizing that my life was going nowhere and that I had to act fast to avoid becoming a real mess. At least I acted - moved to London, went back to Univ, stopped seeing the people who were leading me into the shit. But it was a bleak time.

There have been bad times since, but more than enough good to make things OK.

brrrr. fuck...

Dec 6th 2006 5:20pm

My mom in law drove us down in her tiny truck w/a Uhaul she could barely haul attached. John and I both got terribly vomity fever dream ill. Patty's car was a stick, which I can't do, and so I couldn't help alleviate the 15-hour driving bouts. The headlights went out 4 hours into the trip in the middle of the desert, couldn't see a damn thing, and I was already hallucinating from illness/tiredness and couldn't help navigate.

Worst of all our beloved kitty died of the heat in Moab, Utah. I am surprised our guinea pig survived. It was just hell for 2 1/2 days. When we got settled we stayed sick for about a week & couldn't look for jobs, ate at the soup kitchen and suffered in an adobe with no AC. The first day I was able to go out job hunting, I got hit by a car on my bicycle, went unconscious, woke up in the ER with a completely bruied face & shredded right arm. I still can't pay the hospital bill. I didn't get a job because people would take one look at mangled me and get scared.

I called my dad and asked for food $, like 30 or 40 bucks, because we were starving and I had lost 19 pounds from being sick/one meal a day/stress/grief/etc. He said I had to pull myself up by my bootstraps. In the same conversation he told me he made $200,000 profit on a home he just sold. Fuck him.

I've had lots of rough patches, the last 2 months being one of the worst (father-in-law diagnosed with cancer 2 days after I accepted new job, moving across state, trying to see FIL as much as possible during 2 weeks before new job starts, new job requiring 6 solid weeks away from home right off the mark, during which time FIL dies of cancer, reprieve from work to come home for memorial service which mother-in-law cancels, horrible Thanksgiving with family and house still not unpacked, etc). But the worst time in my life was after my parents divorced when I was 12. My mother hooked up with a brutal, ignorant, much younger man (23 - I was 13 by then) who was a small-time pusher. As she continued to spiral downward, it fell to me to take care of my younger sister and brother, keep the house, cook etc. But mostly try to keep us safe from this person. He used me to make some of his deliveries, threatening to torture my siblings and mother, describing with graphic detail what he would do and what pleasure he'd take in it, if I told anyone. I finally couldn't take it anymore, fighting him off, finding my mom trashed all the time. When I turned 14, the law allowed me to choose to go live with my dad, who I was terrified of due to my mom talking incredible shit about him. I figured being attacked by my dad wouldn't be any worse than being attacked by her abusive boyfriend. So I called my dad who was so good about it and arranged to move in with them in two weeks. I told my mom a week before, which proved to be a mistake. I was locked in an unheated basement for a week, my sister pushed bread and cheese slices under the door.

Once I was settled with my dad and step-mom and found out I wasn't going to be attacked in the night, they decided to start custody proceedings to get my sister and brother out of the situation. The boyfriend started terrorizing me at school. He and my mom actually got married. I never told anyone about the drugs; no one asked, and I was terrified he'd cut up the kids and mom. My dad lost the custody hearing, and I broke down. I had been living with them for 6 months, had so much guilt about abandoning my brother and sister. Spilled it all to the stunned lawyer. But it made no difference. A week later, he punched my mom out when she tried to mace him, hauled her out of the house, locked the kids in and set it on fire. They got out okay, ran across the street to a neighbor's house and dad was awarded custody a week later only because mom relinquished it. I had to face him in court, to testify about the drug stuff and he got put away for a few years.

All best with the in-laws. Prince and I both feel for you.

Ilxors be miserable :~(

Yeah, it was around two months ago now. I'm okay - it was my upper arm and he missed all the important bits such as tendons etc. I haven't spoken about it on ILx/ blogged because, good little media law student that I am, I didn't want anything in the public domain to prejudice a trial, just on the off-chance they catch the mother-fucker.

(x-posts - jaq you are awesome)

I don't think so Rumpie, most ILxors be made of pretty strong stuff.

but I'm glad this thread helped me to see how much more bad "bad" can be, tho I guess all problems seem big to their owners...

Tuesday night - I came home to find my sister and her best friend sitting on the floor, throwing M&Ms into each others' mouths, while composing my sister's h.s. valedictory big speech. Her best friend, who'd spent a lot of his life with our family and who I thought of as a little brother, went back to his parents' house that night, something happened (according to the note, a fight with his father), and he killed himself.

Wednesday my little sister was in a car wreck that put her in a wheelchair for several months - though she did make graduation. While she was in the hospital, we didn't tell her about her friend disappearing or the search for his body.

Thursday his body was found and we had to tell my sister.

Friday my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.

Saturday my mother's long-term live-in boyfriend moved-out, 'cause he couldn't "handle the drama."

Sad thing - this isn't the worst, just the worst that I can think about without becoming too emotional.

second worst - being dropped off at the station by my dad to go back after my first visit home from uni whereby he told me my mum was having an affair. it was the longest, darkest journey home i've ever had. i'd also just been dumped by a girl i fancied. the following three years were hell every time i came home.

third worst - summer 2005, suffering from some sort of short term depression that made me constantly miserable and cranky. constant arguing with my then girlfriend seemed to cause a viscious circle and it was only till we split and winter set in that it got better. summer seems to bring out the worst in me.