Describe the worst day you've experienced.

I haven't had it yet, but I expect that my first day at Boot Camp will be something like that.

I don't think I had a "worst" day.

I did have a few very terrible days though.

When my son Bryan died.

I have too many to describe here.

Went to work as usual, driving my shiny, new personal company auto. After an hour, left for my weekly psychiatrist therapy. Went back to work, my boss said he wanted to talk.

After sitting down he said " I'm here to let you go." I was stunned. Then he proceeded to give me a letter describing how I was failing on almost every performance level. Most of it was bullcrap to cover themselves legally. This was 2pm on a Friday. They had my final checks ready and wanted to drive me home sans the company vehicle. I managed to talk them into keeping the car for the weekend and returning it Monday. After leaving his office I packed my stuff while the HR lady stood over me to make sure I wasn't stealing anything.

I went home, said nothing to my wife and pretended everything was fine. That evening my son called and said his truck was broken down on the freeway. He wanted me to pick him up. I drove to where I thought he said he was but he wasn't there. I spent a half hour driving up and down the freeway, checking the exits. Finally I decided to pull off and try calling him from a pay phone. I stopped at a bank of pay phones in a deserted office complex. While standing there getting no answer from my son, another car pulled up. A teenage girl with a totally hot body got out to use another pay phone. She was wearing a halter top and had large breasts. My OCD and despair started kicking in after the bad day I had and I started obsessing about raping and killing her. It would have been very easy at this deserted location. Then... I noticed a small child in a car seat in her car. Brought me back to reality. If she had been alone, ....? I don't know. Finally found my son later.

I know this said one day but to continue, on Monday I had to return their car. I got up and left at my usual time as if nothing were wrong. Drove the 28 miles to the office. Turned over the car, and then the big question - how do I get back home? I started walking, and walking and walking. Five hours later I had gone about 12 miles, less than half way. At that point I was finally able to catch a bus that would take me to my town. Then.. I had to walk another 3 miles to home. I was about ready to die at that point. I don't exercise, I smoke, overweight, etc. And... when I got home my wife already knew I had been fired because she had called the office trying to reach me and they told her I wasn't there anymore.

That was almost a year and a half ago. Nightmare for sure.

The day my dad died. The day I lost my job (of 15 yrs) sucked. The day I had my first stroke (8-16-2001) wasn't much fun, either. But losing my dad was the worst. (1-8-1989)

I am sorry to hear about your loss. That had to be terrible. How old was Bryan?

13 months old. He was born with multiple birth defects.

Awww...sorry.

I hope things have gotten better for you in the meantime. Please don't give up and know that you are loved.

Thank you.

I have a job that pays even more money, but no company car. My cats love me, and maybe a couple other people, wife not included.

Things not good right now. wife driving me crazy, giving me an ulcer problem, anxiety sky high, ready to ..........

no

That's one long, painful memory. I'll just say 'no comment' with grace.

((hugs))

Thank you.

29th March 1989

Don't ask.

That was very recent. Got an e- mail from the national lottery with the winning numbers 2 months ago and it looked like I was the winner of 7 million euros. Of course, I wasn't.... But for several seconds I thought I actually won.

I won't.

Sorry, I don't feel like 'sharing' that with you.

That sucks big time! How much would that have been in American dollars (just curious)?

About 6.8 million.

DAMN!!

Thanks!

Nothing really terrible has ever happened to me, so forgive me if my worst day is a bit weak and wimpy compared to everybody elses!

I'm trying to think about a worst day, and all that comes to mind as being terible was a day a few months back. It was in the middle of my exam period and I'd felt really ill for a few days. So much so that I felt I'd done very badly on an important Biology exam and I was worried that I wasn't going to get the grades I needed for Oxford. On the Sunday I started a period and realised that me being ill had been because I had PMS (I suffer very badly from it at times). I felt terrible - I had awful cramps and I felt weak and tired. All I wanted to do was curl up and sleep somewhere. Unfortunately, I had two Politics exams Monday morning, two Chemistry exams Tuesday morning and a Sociology exam Tuesday afternoon. And I was well behind on my revision for all 5 exams. I spent all day cramming. First I did Politics. I spent most of the day on that. The US/UK comparative module all morning and the British ideologies one most of the afternoon. Then I went onto Chemistry and proceeded to cram as much of it as I possibly could. By the end of the evening, I was a mess. I had to go downstairs and get my mum to come to my rom to make me stop revising. I knew that I had t stop, but I wasn't capable of stopping myself, because I knew I wasn't finished. I ended up collapsed in her arms crying my eyes out. I don't think that I've ever cried like that before. I was completely unable to control myself or stop crying. When I managed to calm down a bit and stop I got up to go to bed and fainted because I was in such a state. Luckily my mum was right behind me and she manged to drag me back onto her bed. That really was a terrible day. Another day that I remember as being awful, was the day before my first two Biology exams. I spent all day doing nothing but revise Biology. By evening, I was a mess again. I've never got myself so worked up over revision and the possibility of failing exams before and I hope that I never do again. It was frightening how close I came to falling apart......I suppose it paid off though.

And now is *not* a good time to say that A-levels are getting easier!!!

It would probably be the day when my dad walked out on us for another woman. My mother had no job, no job skills and was left with a huge mortgage hanging over her head. We ended up losing the house and living in a ratty apartment with my mom working 2 crappy jobs just to support us and having to submit to the crap that the welfare department put her through just so there was food on the table and health coverage for me. They treat people like crap! The S.O.B. never paid child support either! >

No.

Losing my Stepfather and my Father-In-Law

Hmmm...I can't think of it. I tend to block out bad things.

A little over a month ago, I was sexually assaulted. If that isn't bad enough, it was by someone I knew. My grandfather.

I was visiting him and as I went to hug him when I was leaving, he started trying to kiss me and feel me up. That was totally unlike him and I freaked out.

It was really scary.

I had to break away from him several times as he kept catching me. I finally got to the front door and opened it, figuring that would stop him, but he reached from behind and grabbed my breasts and tried to reach under my skirt. I pulled away and ran out the door.

I cried all the way home. I was so confused and just freaked. He had never ever acted like that. He was always a kind and gentle man.

I drove straight to my parents house, but they weren't home, so I called them on their cell phone. I spoke with my mother quickly over silly stuff then asked to speak with my dad. I told him what happened and he said, "Just forget it happened."

So then I freaked out even more. I thought my family was going to bury this under the rug like so much family secrets.

I called my oldest sis, who is in the medical field and has also been a victim of sexual assault. She has a good head on her shoulder and I figured she could help me. I told her what happened and she and I talked about the situation and what to do.

My parents beeped in my sister's conversation and I spoke with my mom. My dad told her what I said and she wanted to hear my side of the story. So I told her what happened. They were on the way to his house to drop off some medications, so they were going to ask him what happened when they got there.

Mom told him that I was upset when I left and he honestly did not know why. When she said that I told her that he touched me inappropriately, he said that he just hugged me when I left. He either had no clue what happened or was lying.

The week before this happened, my uncle died. It was sudden and unexpected, so the family was already wound up tightly. The day of my uncle's funeral, my grandpa's doctor called and told one of my aunts that my grandpa has prostate cancer and that it didn't look good and that he needed the whole family to come see him as soon as possible. We all had to sit through the funeral, knowing that he had cancer and not much time to live, while he knew nothing about it. The family wanted to wait until after the funeral to tell him. They told him a few hours after.

Well, we all thought that the cancer must have spread through his body and into his brain. That the disease that ravaged his body had now ravaged his mind.

Thankfully, I have a brain, some medical knowledge, and am insightful and introspective. I was able to look at things from an outside perspective and realize what happened.

My grandpa was just as much a victim as I was. He had no idea what he was doing and it would have killed him if he knew.

The signs of Alzheimers were there, we just didn't pay much attention.

It was such a horrible day, though. I mean, you think of incest as being something that happens to you when you're young and something that only happens to the poorer classes. It made me feel so ashamed.

It was hard to deal with all those feelings. Seeing my grandpa in that light and being afraid of him, but loving him at the same time was so weird. It is very hard to separate a person from their actions, but it was something I had to do.

Of course, the week after the assault, I was scheduled for surgery. I almost died after my hysterectomy from a moprhine overdose when their was a malfunction with the PCA pump, so I was already anxious over that.

Can we say stress?

Sounds like a rough time (((((hugs))))))

It was. But now the family knows the seriousness of the problem. My mom is his power of attorney, so it is good for her to know when he is no longer in his right mind so she can make necessary decisions for him.

Of all the things that frighten me, losing control of my mind is probably what scares me the most. My grandfather's not who he used to be and I can see him getting a lot worse. No-one wants to pity their parents or grandparents

The day I got in my first major car accident. I totaled my car, I couldn't go to work, I was sore and bruised, had to get x-rays and physical therapy...

Sept 11th 2001 is pretty high up on the list. It was the day I moved into my new house as well. I was watching the news 24-7 that all my stuff was in the back of my car for 24hrs

Actually, when I was 20, I went out with a load of mates at Uni. We left eachother around 1am and I went home. The next day, I found out that one of mates had killed himself 30 minutes after saying bye to me. I remember asking him for a cigarette and he gave me one. Then, it was bye!

sucked 3 dicks, none of them would pay

Well, there I was, just a regular unaborted fetus chillin out in the womb...

Sorry, I just came out of a bad survey. I'm much better now.

(although my favorite southpark line remains Cartman's statement, while attempting to get rich selling off a truckload of aborted fetuses, that "I'm just like these aborted fetuses - I wasn't born yesterday either")

Did you see that? He's talking to himself again....

uh huh...what a goob!

I love that Cartman quote!

Yea! Another true believer!

The day I got home to find that the cat was no longer there.
The day a man broke my heart although he repaired it at a later date
The day I got fired from a job I really enjoyed.
The day I was a split second away from death in a plane.
The day my grandmother died.
Then there was the day a man I trusted broke that trust & broke me.

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