Comments on: 11/15/11 – Carton of Milk

By: Meran

Meran — Sat, 18 Nov 2017 08:29:08 +0000

I was in a hell (foster home) for 2 yrs. Saw my 6 yr old brother get tortured (yes, in every way) and they broke his femur with a 2×4.

My mother made sure I knew what happened to each of the adults/perpetrators in that house, which helped me overcome my PTSD over the following 25 yrs. I can’t even put into words the sense of justice served as I heard how each (but one), met their ends.

My poor brother was killed at age 27, still bearing the scars. He never spoke of anything that happened there, but he didn’t get a decent life after.

So, I have to say that I felt great relief when the evil that was them left our plane of existence.

By: Kona

Kona — Sun, 05 Apr 2015 05:39:15 +0000

One by one, my high school tormentors fell–death, prison, despicable, miserable lives, all. Sadly, just being them was the worst punishment I could conceive.

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 17:48:00 +0000

Snail, you’re absolutely right. “Haha, you form absolutely no part of my life now! I can’t resent you because of how much I don’t care!”

By: Ronald

Ronald — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 11:39:14 +0000

>>>I also feel the best revenge is simply NOT living within five hundred miles of people who bullied you in school and never seeing them again

In which case the joke would appear to be on Mary…

By: Snail

Snail — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 03:09:20 +0000

I also feel the best revenge is simply NOT living within five hundred miles of people who bullied you in school and never seeing them again. ;)

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 05:28:34 +0000

I used to think I would get a lot of pleasure out of that sort of thing.

Now? I totally understand why I felt that way, but I realize there just isn’t room in my head for those old resentments. At some point between high school graduation and now, all that stuff got onto an express elevator in my head (totally stealing a metaphor from Stephen King) and went straight to the basement.

My childhood logic wasn’t very good, at any rate; I distinctly remember both planning to live in a glamorous big city when I grew up and imagining having my tank filled and my groceries bagged by the bullies. I don’t know why I thought I’d still be within five hundred miles of them.

By: Jill

Jill — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 22:05:51 +0000

I don’t get pleasure in revenge either, but having been bullied in high school, I *so* get the sentiment!