This will get buried but mine was hands down when a co-worker/decently close acquaintance told me to my face that maybe if I had prayed harder and put more faith in the lord my son wouldn't have died. B***h had worked with me since before I got pregnant, through the genetic dx while still pregnant, his birth, multiple surgeries etc. and knew damn well what the f**k happened and still had the gall to say that s**t. Mind you this was also like 6 years later and I'd already had two more children, countless hours of therapy, and with one statement she stabbed me in the heart all over.


In a horrid twist of fate - the eldest of her two children was k*lled in a motorcycle accident about 18 months ago. My heart broke for her and I did reach out to offer my condolences, no parent should ever experience that kind of loss.

But I would be a lying hag if I didn't admit that a hateful little voice inside me whispered to my soul 'maybe she shoulda prayed harder'.

After discovering a past failed s*****e attempt, my parents said “How could you be so stupid? Do you know how bad that makes us look?” without once questioning how I got to that point. Maybe not the cruelest thing in the thread but it made me realize that my parents cared very little for me.


Edit: Thank you all so much for the kind words. I wanted to reply to everyone individually but I’m finding myself lacking the mental wherewithal right now. This incident was just shy of 10 years ago, and I’m in a much better place now, both literally and figuratively.

Not said to me directly, but I was a few feet away. My son had a liver transplant and has huge scars on his belly. He was playing at our local park where they shoot up water. Great summer fun for young kids. Another parent says, "They should cover that kid up so we don't have to see it." Thankfully, another parent spoke up snd said, "Just because that kid's gone through a lot doesn't mean he has to stay hidden to make you feel comfortable." I started to breathe evenly and smile.


Funny thing is, when kids asked him about his scars, my son would just say, "I had surgery." Then they would continue playing. Adults were more cruel.