Your lowest moment...

Minimutt

17/10/2001 at 23:01

...you know, when life is really shite.

Mine? Well standing early (very early) one morning, miles from home, as a pissed, skint, hungry and cold student, in front of a gently steaming-up cash machine which has just lowered the old fashioned glass front over me freshly bought chips after snatching me well over-limit card. Don't get much harder than that

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jif

17/10/2001 at 23:05

the day I realised i was gonna leave my wife and daughter

dunt get much shitter than that

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flange

17/10/2001 at 23:07

Watching my 16 month old son die in front of me

It dont get much worse..........Except when the Hospital(Addenbrookes) inform you that they kept bits of him in fucking jars and they still have them14 years later

SKID Mark

17/10/2001 at 23:08

1.21st Birthday. Spent the day at work in a locksmiths in Leeds cleaning out a room full of keys and old locks that were so old the inch of dust on them had turned to grease.

The supervisor, after he had told me to do this said, "oh, by the way, happy birthday Mark"

2. Same factory, spent days on end putting slots in screws with a rotary saw blade - one at a time. The day seemed to last for decades.

3. Getting laid off three weeks before getting married

4. Being told the week after I may have a brain tumor.

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17/10/2001 at 23:09

Minimutt wrote

...you know, when life is really shite.

BEING FORCED BY MY "FATHER" TO GO TO THE SHOP AFTER A WEDDING. JUST AFTER HE TOOK OFF MY TROUSERS TO DRY, AND THEN FORGOT WHERE HE PUT THEM.

I was 5 years old. The shop (Arnotts) was down the street and across the main road (Tates Avenue). It was a particularly well lit up shop, there was I standing in my underwear for all to laugh at. I contemplated just staying in the front garden, but he'd come looking me. I've never been as gutted in all my life since.

Just coz he wanted some fags, and was too lazy to go himself. My mum didn't half give him hell when she got back from the wedding.....

Cunt. He wanted to see how I grew up a few years ago, I told my mum to tell him to get fucked.

Kaz

17/10/2001 at 23:12

How bout saving up to go to Australia to meet up with some guy you thought was in love with you and who you were crazy 'bout.

Only to find out he turned into a violent monster when he had a drink in him!

jif

17/10/2001 at 23:15

this is a very sad thread

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Fliss

17/10/2001 at 23:18

Throttlejockey has well and truly put my bad day well into perspective

Shit mate, I really and truly feel for you.

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Minimutt

17/10/2001 at 23:21

Hey guys, was intended to be in a sardonic vein...sorry if I've provoked bad memories.

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Yoghurt

17/10/2001 at 23:22

Minimutt wrote

Hey guys, was intended to be in a sardonic vein...sorry if I've provoked bad memories.

S'ok.....didn't affect me much, apart from the fact that I can't relate to men.

The Riddler

17/10/2001 at 23:28

2 years and four weeks ago I wanted to see my grandparents before I went on holiday. My mum is an only child and I was the son my grandad never had.
He helped change engines in my first cars and bikes.

I knew the old boy wasnt well but not that bad....my then girlfriend wouldnt go and argued that I could see them when we got back.

8 days into the holiday I got a note handed to me saying to call home urgent. I knew what it was

My Mum had to go through it all on her own, my Nan was obviously hysterical

I knew I wouldnt see him again as soon as the doors shut on the plane

There's other stuff, but those of of you who know me also know I wont put 'that' up here.
Lets just say that June 10th no matter where I am, I find a church and sob my eyes out

flange

17/10/2001 at 23:36

Fliss wrote

Throttlejockey has well and truly put my bad day well into perspective Shit mate, I really and truly feel for you.

Thanks Fliss.

We asked the funeral directors if they could dress him in his favorite little suit.They said there was a note with the body instucting them not to..A few weeks ago we found out why.Might ease the pain a little when the rest of him (and there is a lot) is buried where it should have been.TJ

Pridhac

18/10/2001 at 06:26

with a broken back, and 19 other bones, only to be told that I'd crashed me Ducati the week before, and that I was drunk at the time. That well and truly sucked ass.

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FLASH

18/10/2001 at 06:58

Minimutt wrote

...you know, when life is really shite.

Mine? Well standing early (very early) one morning, miles from home, as a pissed, skint, hungry and cold student, in front of a gently steaming-up cash machine which has just lowered the old fashioned glass front over me freshly bought chips after snatching me well over-limit card. Don't get much harder than that

Thank you, Minimutt! What a great start to the day!

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18/10/2001 at 07:04

My lowest moment was realizing I had become almost the very thing I hated most.

And the tale is violent enough you do not want to hear it.

The hell of it is that it was hard to back off. I'd learned to like being cruel.

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Nidge

18/10/2001 at 07:40

Similar to yorrick, holding my wife as she died October 13th 1992 then having to explain to our 4 year old son

I can still see the look of total incomprehension and bewilderment as he (and I) tried to understand- I felt like the worst father in the world. Mercifully our daughter was only 18 months old and was spared some of the pain initially, but I know she feels cheated at the lack of memories she has