Worse insult you have received from a family member (Light hearted or serious, its up to you)
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If it makes you feel any better, the hair loss gene is on the mother's side.Fappy said:
...That probably doesn't help.
OT: I get called a Nazi routinely. My family are like Fox News Hipsters: they thought health care was equatable to the holocaust a good decade before it was cool. As such, I'm apparently comparable to Goosestepping Germans.
So...In this case, does violating Godwin's Law lose me the thread or win it?
Me and my brother-in-law got slightly tippy the other year and started messing about calling each other all kinds of stupid stuff, his mum (the delightful mother-in-law) told us to grow up, to which my brother-in-law replied:
"It's her fault, besides she can't read!"
It's the greatest insult ever, and guaranteed to stop someone in their tracks!
"It's her fault, besides she can't read!"
It's the greatest insult ever, and guaranteed to stop someone in their tracks!
"Why do you have to be so boring?" - Mum
I take pride at who I am (a gamer, non drinker nor am I into sport and cars, have a small circle of friends and I hardly go out) so I took grave offence to that!
I'm not going to changed who I am just because the social norn dictate how everyone life should be like that to lead a happy life!
I take pride at who I am (a gamer, non drinker nor am I into sport and cars, have a small circle of friends and I hardly go out) so I took grave offence to that!
I'm not going to changed who I am just because the social norn dictate how everyone life should be like that to lead a happy life!
"Pretty smart...for a Slav."
My Great Grandfather visited from England when I was little, and Grandpa introduced his estranged father at the Family Reunion. To my face and in front of my parents, he praised me as bright and a lovely little lady. But after meeting and talking to my mother, whose parents were Czech immigrants, he changed his opinion apparently.
In front of the other British members of the family, including my father, my Great-grandfather gave a rundown of his opinions on all the kids. Got to me and let that slur fly, followed with a "Shame, really. She would have been lovely with an English mother."
We left early to go stay an extra week in New Prague with my Czech grandparents.
My Great Grandfather visited from England when I was little, and Grandpa introduced his estranged father at the Family Reunion. To my face and in front of my parents, he praised me as bright and a lovely little lady. But after meeting and talking to my mother, whose parents were Czech immigrants, he changed his opinion apparently.
In front of the other British members of the family, including my father, my Great-grandfather gave a rundown of his opinions on all the kids. Got to me and let that slur fly, followed with a "Shame, really. She would have been lovely with an English mother."
We left early to go stay an extra week in New Prague with my Czech grandparents.
I think that's a sound win given the context.Zachary Amaranth said:
OT: Yeah, I don't think I'll go for serious (you don't want to hear it). But in a semi-serious kind of way, once my really young cousin came over and asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend and failed a subject at University. This is why I never tell my family anything - you either keep it to yourself or everyone knows by the end of the week. And to make it worse my 2 cousins are pretentious little shits who think I'm beneath them and they're not old enough to have the tact to act otherwise.
Worst insult I ever recieved from a family member? The worst direct insult, I don't care to remember. The most insulting thing a member of my family has done to me? I'm still mad about it 2 years after the fact.
I am pretty smart compared to my family. The older generation never had the same level of education as I did, and the those in my generation either never made it to university or are still a few years away. I don't make a big deal out of it, what would be the point? Though I do like to teach my family things, if they're interested.
My gran's current partner likes guns. He really likes guns. Could tell you the make and model of just about any revolver you show him. It's christmas, we're watching QI in the living room. This question shows up
http://videosift.com/video/Stephen-Fry-Bullet-Question
He cries out bullshit.
"Well actually..."
"No no no, that's bullshit, that Stephen Fry poof thinks he's so smart but he doesn't know shit."
"Well hold on, let me explain, he's right"
"No, that's nonsense."
"It seems counter-intuitive but if you listen I can explain it to you, I literally just covered this in my A levels. It's simple physics."
"Fuck off, I know everything there is to know about guns and that's wrong."
"Well fuck you then, you had a chance to fucking learn something. Keep being ignorant."
To this day I'm still angry about it. Who turns down an opportunity to learn something about something they supposedly love?
I am pretty smart compared to my family. The older generation never had the same level of education as I did, and the those in my generation either never made it to university or are still a few years away. I don't make a big deal out of it, what would be the point? Though I do like to teach my family things, if they're interested.
My gran's current partner likes guns. He really likes guns. Could tell you the make and model of just about any revolver you show him. It's christmas, we're watching QI in the living room. This question shows up
http://videosift.com/video/Stephen-Fry-Bullet-Question
He cries out bullshit.
"Well actually..."
"No no no, that's bullshit, that Stephen Fry poof thinks he's so smart but he doesn't know shit."
"Well hold on, let me explain, he's right"
"No, that's nonsense."
"It seems counter-intuitive but if you listen I can explain it to you, I literally just covered this in my A levels. It's simple physics."
"Fuck off, I know everything there is to know about guns and that's wrong."
"Well fuck you then, you had a chance to fucking learn something. Keep being ignorant."
To this day I'm still angry about it. Who turns down an opportunity to learn something about something they supposedly love?
My dad has some insults that aren't really that bad but sort of hit hard due to my poor sense of self.It's mostly him implying I'm a free loader for living at home at 22 with a crappy job.Despite trying to earn money to move out of the house and move in with my girlfriend. Constantly asking why certain jobs didn't work out as if I 'm going to magically have the answers to that after I explained things the last time he asked. The worst one however from him was basically telling me I wasn't worth anything.I about broke down and cried right then and there.It just makes me feel like a shitty person.
Also this gem from my mom after coming out as bisexual and as a MtF transsexual :You really haven't had a real girlfriend,you sure you just haven't dated the right girl? Words failed me right after that.
Also this gem from my mom after coming out as bisexual and as a MtF transsexual :You really haven't had a real girlfriend,you sure you just haven't dated the right girl? Words failed me right after that.
Wait, what? How is gravity and basic physics counter-intuitive?Techno Squidgy said:
OP: Light hearted - I've been told I crush dreams and hopes and eat the souls of little baby kittens.
Worst serious - I've been told I'm like my father.
Considering he's my negative role model and go to example on how not to behave, how he's been making my life a living hell and pushing me to the edge of insanity, how I've repeatedly and publicly stated I want nothing to do with him or be anything like him, how in similar situations we've been reacting in completely different ways. It was like being compared to satan and hitler, except satan isn't real and hitler never hurt me and those around me directly.
The worst in recent memory is probably my Aunt telling me that I didn't contribute anything while I lived with her.
Even though I gave up my entire Summer and the last half of a school year to tear down and re-build a house for free because she and her husband asked me to.
And I watched her kids all the time.
And I cleaned the house.
And I always took out the trash.
Only thing I didn't do was my own wash and pay money to her. Which she rejected anyway once I managed to get a job.
I did everything she and her husband asked of me and more and I was told I never contributed.
That got me very angry and I broke down crying. Put my fist through a wall or two.
Joking? My family doesn't jokingly insult. Its all real even if they try to play it off as a joke.
Even though I gave up my entire Summer and the last half of a school year to tear down and re-build a house for free because she and her husband asked me to.
And I watched her kids all the time.
And I cleaned the house.
And I always took out the trash.
Only thing I didn't do was my own wash and pay money to her. Which she rejected anyway once I managed to get a job.
I did everything she and her husband asked of me and more and I was told I never contributed.
That got me very angry and I broke down crying. Put my fist through a wall or two.
Joking? My family doesn't jokingly insult. Its all real even if they try to play it off as a joke.
I was living with my grandmother for a bit after getting into some verbal and physical fights with my dad at home.
She is an incredibly devout Catholic. I am not. We were talking about depression a bit one night, and she said something along the lines of "Y'know, I really wish that you had faith in God, because he's the best support structure you'll ever get, and I can't imagine how you get by without having faith in your life." Being a pagan, my reply came as "But I do have faith. Not in God, but my own deities. And they bring me great peace and fulfillment, and I am grateful to them, myself, and others every day. I have great satisfaction in my spirituality already, and I get everything I need from the way I explore it."
Then she paused, stroked her chin for a bit, looked me dead in the eye and said
"I feel sorry for you."
After being very candid about my own personal beliefs, and leaving myself emotionally vulnerable to discuss them, especially after I had explained what that spirituality meant to me, only to have it struck down and dismissed by a loved one, really, really hurt.
She is an incredibly devout Catholic. I am not. We were talking about depression a bit one night, and she said something along the lines of "Y'know, I really wish that you had faith in God, because he's the best support structure you'll ever get, and I can't imagine how you get by without having faith in your life." Being a pagan, my reply came as "But I do have faith. Not in God, but my own deities. And they bring me great peace and fulfillment, and I am grateful to them, myself, and others every day. I have great satisfaction in my spirituality already, and I get everything I need from the way I explore it."
Then she paused, stroked her chin for a bit, looked me dead in the eye and said
"I feel sorry for you."
After being very candid about my own personal beliefs, and leaving myself emotionally vulnerable to discuss them, especially after I had explained what that spirituality meant to me, only to have it struck down and dismissed by a loved one, really, really hurt.
My family thinks we are, at dinner, a socially talented group of perfectionists.
At dinner, it is a complete metaphorical warzone; food was thrown on a daily basis, and more often than not, mother or father would storm out an break an appliance. So naturally, being called some devestating things is more like a requirement to be in my family than something that comes naturally from family life.
The worst thing I've been called?
"A greedy (bisexual), overweight (my weight is a... touchy subject), stupid (I'm not stupid, but French begs to differ), offensive little disgrace of a person who is always going on about how marijuana should be legal and that women are oppresed, and that you've never done anything for this family." by my shit of a brother.
I stared. I stood up. And I walked up the stairs. Part of the reason why I've been trying to cut off all connection with my mess of a famly.
Edit: Here's a happy one: When I came out as bisexual in the first place. My mother and sisters didn't really react to it, they were just kind of like, "Oh, yeah. I thought something like that." And then I told my wreck of a father. He stared me in the eye - in the eye, and simply uttered, "******". Not that he was a good person at all, but that one moment in my life is what drove me to put sugar in his coffee every morning to try to give him a seizure from his diabetes. I almost succeeded.
At dinner, it is a complete metaphorical warzone; food was thrown on a daily basis, and more often than not, mother or father would storm out an break an appliance. So naturally, being called some devestating things is more like a requirement to be in my family than something that comes naturally from family life.
The worst thing I've been called?
"A greedy (bisexual), overweight (my weight is a... touchy subject), stupid (I'm not stupid, but French begs to differ), offensive little disgrace of a person who is always going on about how marijuana should be legal and that women are oppresed, and that you've never done anything for this family." by my shit of a brother.
I stared. I stood up. And I walked up the stairs. Part of the reason why I've been trying to cut off all connection with my mess of a famly.
Edit: Here's a happy one: When I came out as bisexual in the first place. My mother and sisters didn't really react to it, they were just kind of like, "Oh, yeah. I thought something like that." And then I told my wreck of a father. He stared me in the eye - in the eye, and simply uttered, "******". Not that he was a good person at all, but that one moment in my life is what drove me to put sugar in his coffee every morning to try to give him a seizure from his diabetes. I almost succeeded.
My family doesn't really pick on me all that much, because I'm still technically the baby of the family (even though I'm 26, married, and pregnant) but one of my sisters gets picked on a lot. She's not as quick on her retorts - so sometimes it seems cruel, but she also seems to jam her foot right in her mouth, and just goes ahead and says things without even thinking about. She's said some pretty silly things.
When my grandmother would see me, she'd say, "Ah, there's the little heathen!", but she'd always say it with good humour and I'd give her a hug and kiss. She was actually a pretty nice lady.
When my grandmother would see me, she'd say, "Ah, there's the little heathen!", but she'd always say it with good humour and I'd give her a hug and kiss. She was actually a pretty nice lady.
I think my grandmother on my father's side disowned my whole family, including me, over something very stupid (and also something she brought on). It's not the first time she's done that to a part of her family, but it's the first time I've seen it in my life, and it has me feeling pretty shitty as a result.
Insults? My family (i.e. nuclear, not my wife and child) say bad things about me all the time. My wife occasionally calls me names (you're an a**h*** comes up sometimes, which I can certainly be).
In order for them to be insults, they'd actually have to, you know, insult me. I can't seriously think of any in my adult life that actually stuck with me like that. I generally laugh them off or look at them as what they are: whining about something that they disagreed with me on. Since I am generally comfortable with my decisions and opinions, they are hardly insulting.
In order for them to be insults, they'd actually have to, you know, insult me. I can't seriously think of any in my adult life that actually stuck with me like that. I generally laugh them off or look at them as what they are: whining about something that they disagreed with me on. Since I am generally comfortable with my decisions and opinions, they are hardly insulting.
i guess the pithy answer is "worthless ****" or "i fucking hate you and wish you were dead" but when you take it out of context, that being an hour long hate filled alcohol fueled point blank screaming diatribe of abuse it doesnt really carry its weight.
but the worst one i think was actually just a stare. my darling father being unhappy in my choice of hobbies and life style in general , i wasnt "manly" enough, decides after a mornings drinking that i need to be pushed. Its a lovely sunny afternoon in the quiet green countryside of middle England and we make the 3 mile car drive in silence me not having a clue where we are going or whats happening. we arrive at a local farm these folks have a dirt bike track over some of their fields and have trials bike races there on some Sundays.
Seems i need to learn to ride to be a real man. im about 12 at this point just for reference. the bike hes got for me is to me fucking Huge its blocking out the sun. if i hang down on a side i can just get my toes on the foot rest of one side. i can barely reach the handlebars and theres no way i can hold the bike up. the instructions i recieved rather curtly i felt, didnt include things like gears or as i soon realised stopping. i was just pushed and told how to make it go faster. end result is having fallen off the back and getting my foot caught in something and the bike dragging me across a field through a hedge and across half another field.
now it wasnt being covered in cow shit that stung, or even the countless scratches and cuts on my back or the bits of wood protruding from my body as i slowly started to drag the bike back. nor even as i stood there bleeding bruised and covered in shit as my darling father looked down on my flatly disowned me, announced he was going home to beat my mum for having a bastard with now i cant say this because its has heavy racial implications but i think today it would be called an N bomb.
all of this and indeed the blunt way he explained that i in my "state" was not getting in his car and could walk home , or "just fucking die in a ditch for all he cared" no what hurt the most was the look of utter loathing and contempt he gave me as he drove off.
but the worst one i think was actually just a stare. my darling father being unhappy in my choice of hobbies and life style in general , i wasnt "manly" enough, decides after a mornings drinking that i need to be pushed. Its a lovely sunny afternoon in the quiet green countryside of middle England and we make the 3 mile car drive in silence me not having a clue where we are going or whats happening. we arrive at a local farm these folks have a dirt bike track over some of their fields and have trials bike races there on some Sundays.
Seems i need to learn to ride to be a real man. im about 12 at this point just for reference. the bike hes got for me is to me fucking Huge its blocking out the sun. if i hang down on a side i can just get my toes on the foot rest of one side. i can barely reach the handlebars and theres no way i can hold the bike up. the instructions i recieved rather curtly i felt, didnt include things like gears or as i soon realised stopping. i was just pushed and told how to make it go faster. end result is having fallen off the back and getting my foot caught in something and the bike dragging me across a field through a hedge and across half another field.
now it wasnt being covered in cow shit that stung, or even the countless scratches and cuts on my back or the bits of wood protruding from my body as i slowly started to drag the bike back. nor even as i stood there bleeding bruised and covered in shit as my darling father looked down on my flatly disowned me, announced he was going home to beat my mum for having a bastard with now i cant say this because its has heavy racial implications but i think today it would be called an N bomb.
all of this and indeed the blunt way he explained that i in my "state" was not getting in his car and could walk home , or "just fucking die in a ditch for all he cared" no what hurt the most was the look of utter loathing and contempt he gave me as he drove off.