Spoiler We've all done fucked up shit in relationships. Most all of us have had, at some point, fucked up shit done to us too. Focus: What is the worst thing you have done to someone else? We won't judge. Just air out your sins. You'll feel better that way. I promise. Alt. Focus: What is the worst thing that was done to you in a relationship? Clearly, you were the victim, and of course all the tibettes will have sympathy and rep you in order to help you recover from the depths of your despair.
Once in college a got very drunk, semi-blacked out, and hooked up with a very unattractive girl. It was a drunken mess most memorable for when she smacked her head on the window sill and split her head open a little. Afterwards I drunkenly passed out, and she slinked off sometime in the morning. I'm sure that alone would have made for a rather miserable experience for her, but wouldn't qualify for the worst thing I ever did. However, the next day I get a phone call on our landline. I have no idea how she got that number, or why we even had a landline in 2005, but we did and she found it. Apparently she had lost a ring during the night that she had inherited from her grandmother. I told her to hold on, and looked around for 5 minutes or so, and then told her I couldn't find it. She then asked if she could come over and look for it, and replied that I really didn't think it was here and that I wasn't going to be around so she couldn't look for it. 6 months or so later when we were moving out of that place I did find the ring behind/underneath a dresser. I made no attempt to find the girl and give her ring back. I just threw it in the trash. Admitting this didn't make me feel better. I just feel like a shitty person, which I should, because I am.
When my daughter was born, she was tiny and had to be woken up every two hours to be fed. Her father's only two feedings were right after I went to bed, so at best they ended around midnight. He chose to use that time to have phone sex instead. My daughter would sometimes get fed, sometimes just get a bottle shoved in her 2-month old mouth propped up with a blanket, sometimes she'd sleep right through while "daddy" took dick pics and picked up skanks online. It didn't take a genius to count bottles in the morning, yet he wasn't smart enough to at least empty bottles to pretend he was feeding her. The story ends with me raising my 4-year old daughter on my own; he hasn't even attempted to see her since she was about 5 months old. The least he could have done was fuck some random chick in a bar - that's a much better story than admitting I procreated with someone so lazy he couldn't even leave the house to get laid.
In my early 20's I was working for a farmer and was raising bull calves on the side to sell to dairy farmers, I would get 5 day old bull calves from the auction for $10 each, one day there was a calf that could not stand up that they told me I could have for $5 so I bought it and took it to my barn and fixed the calves legs and told my girlfriend that I had bought her a present, her eyes lit up like she won the lottery and she cried like a baby. She would come out every day and help me bottle feed this calf. I was betting this thing would not last more than a week but I was wrong and my girlfriend was very excited, she named the calf Norman. As luck we have it we broke up a few months later but she continued to go see Norman a few times a week, and it turns out Norman had some very good genetics and began to turn into a very healthy young bull. Most of the calves I raised were Holsteins and I would sell them at 5-6 months old, one day as a dairy farmer was looking at my brood of young men he spotted Norman and made me an offer I could not refuse so off he went to who knows where. I think that girl still hates me 20 years later.
I may have mentiined it before, but one year at Summer camp there was a kid who was annoying the shit out of me. Instead of giving me a chance to kick his ass he would be an annoying dick and then run to the adults for protection. So one day we were all walking down a trail and I decided to give him poison ivy. How ? Well, I was immune to it as a kid. I'm not sure if I still am, nor will I try to find out but back then I was able to grab a handful, roll it around in my hand and then patted him on the bare back under some false pretense, palm square in the middle of his back.You know that spot where you get an itch and can't reach it ? There. The camp nurse couldnt figure out what caused it, but me and a couple buddies who watched me do it knew.
I once gave a girl an unexpected facial and then bragged about it to my buddies right in front of her. Definitely not my finest move but it was a spur of the moment thing that I thought would be fun. Plus, if watching porn has taught me anything, it's that all women love facials, right? I still cringe at all the retarded shit I pulled that year.