“I Don’t Regret That”: 44 Times People Made Their Bullies Feel Sorry For Their Actions

My academic dean found me crying about it. He asked me who did it and to this day, I have no idea what he said to my bully but this kid stayed 50 feet away from me at all times ever since and literally would run away if he saw me approaching him. .

I'm yet to have my sweet sweet payback, but my mum had a glorious moment a couple of years back.

When she was around 10, her family struggled quite a bit for money. This girl called Tracy really liked to make her life a misery because of it. Pushing, pinching, name calling, teasing...one day my mum was lucky enough to get some new school shoes. Tracy stole them during a PE lesson and deliberately scuffed and dragged them across the playground (I'm so mad just typing about this, F**K YOU TRACY).

Fast forward a few years ago. Mum's doing well for herself now, working hard, happy marriage, big house, new Mercedes in the driveway. Her usual cleaner was off sick one week, so the agency said to expect a replacement for the day. I'm sure you can guess what happened next. Who should be at the door but our old pal Tracy? She recognised my mum right away, but didn't say a thing. Just turned bright red and bumbled along with her mop.

I remember feeling so smug and happy that Tracy was scrubbing my mum's toilets. I can only hope that one day such satisfaction happens to me. It was glorious.

I used to be with this guy who was a beater when he got drunk. He beat me so bad one night he put me in the hospital for three weeks. I charged him with attempted murder and I made it stick. M**********r is in jail for at least 10 years.

Was the deciding panellist on their employment application. Hard no.

Got to cuff him 10 years later. Guess he never stopped being an a*****e after highschool.

There was a bully at my school who stole food from kids. One night, I packed some expired mayonnaise in a little container, knowing that he would think that it was vanilla pudding. Sure enough, he took it the next day, took one bite, and spit it out onto the floor. After throwing up in the trash bin, he was put on cleanup duty for two weeks, and I was proud of myself.

For a few years, I had a bully who would cheat off of me, steal my notes or even, on occasion, my entire assignments. A few years after graduation, this bully wrote me to ask for help with a work assignment. I fed the bully c**p information, which he turned in as real information, and the bully got fired. F**k you, bully.

I put my bully in hospital after 4 years of incessant a***e from him. You name it, he did it.
The school staff ignored it with the exception of one staff member. He kept intervening but it didn't change things.
However, he did give me some sterling advice too. He told me that the bullying wouldn't stop until I did something about it.
He was right about that.
One morning my bully pushed me to the point that I lost my temper and fought back. I fought back so hard that by the time I was done he was hospitalised. I broke an arm, ankle and nose, fractured his ribs and shattered his eye socket.
At this point, I was no longer 4 feet-something and skinny: I was 6 feet tall and big with it, so you can imagine the damage I inflicted.
Of course, I got into trouble for it: hauled into the headmasters office for an almighty bollocking. However, I wasn't in a mood to stand there and take it, so I yelled back; asking what *his* staff had done to prevent it. I was the one going home with bruises, torn or missing clothes, a damaged bike, but his staff hadn't prevented it.
Funnily enough, the headmaster was stopped in his tracks and nothing more was ever mentioned about it.
The bullying stopped too. Word gets around fast in a small high school.
It was also the first time that I realised that I have a hell of a temper and able to inflict horrific injuries on someone. As a direct result of that incident, I actively developed a much more relaxed attitude to the world and I keep my temper under very firm control.

My bullies all live in a small town in Indiana, sleep with each other’s wives/ex-wives, and talk about high school (2 decades removed). I do not.

I make more than any three of them combined. I do not give a s**t about any of them and only know anything about their lives because someone will send me unsolicited information on their lives. Apparently they do internet searches on me and their other HS victims regularly and complain to each other about how unfair the world is.

When I was in like second or third grade my mom had transferred me out from the school I had been attending and to a french immersion school. I don’t really know why other than she wanted me to get a better education, but whatever. Needless to say it sucked. I got s**t from the French teacher because I didn’t speak in French 100% of the time… despite the fact that it was a school to teach you French… and I only spoke in English when I didn’t know the French equivalent. So nevertheless, it sucked.

There was also a girl, Nicole, and her two friends who’s names I didn’t know. Nicole actually lived in my building and we were friends for a while. But for some reason she and her friends started bullying me at school. Started off tame, just picking on me and teasing and whatnot, I honestly don’t remember most of it because my memory just isn’t great. But she and her friends were bullies, through and through. One of the events that made me switch from mildly upset to angry was when they threw a moldy sandwich at me at recess. I didn’t do anything that day, but it was there, in my mind.

Anyways one day a little while after that just as school had ended we were lining up waiting for the busses in our bus lines. Given she went to the same building as me obviously she was on the same bus and she was first in line, I was second. I don’t remember what she said/did but I know something happened that finally pushed me over the edge and without really thinking, I had grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to pretty much just slam her down into the concrete, ripping out some of her hair with it. And I just started wailing on her until teachers pulled me off. No deforming injuries or anything, I was like 8 and a toothpick, but it was enough that there was blood at least.


I was suspended, obviously. Can’t argue with that. When my mom was called she ended up lecturing the office staff because she had reported the bullying multiple times including the sandwich incident and they did nothing. She ended up pulling me out of that school and I was back in the school I was going to before. Which was great because this school was closed and had a breakfast program. She had also been in the same Taekwondo class as me and her mom came in screaming and wailing trying to get me kicked out for using my skills to hurt someone or something. After explaining our side of the story to the teacher guy he actually said he was proud of me for having the courage to stand up for/defend myself. But also said not to beat up people which is fair too.

Anyways, long story short, I beat her up. I don’t regret it but I’m not really proud of it either. I try and be a nuch kinder and softer person now - but I would gladly fight someone if they hurt someone I cared about.

I knocked him on his a*s. I’m not sure who was more surprised- him or me.

But he quit bothering me.

(In 6th grade) My mom would always pack me a Fanta bottle as the treat in my lunch bc she knew I liked those more than something like a donut. My bully decided he also liked them, so he just started taking mine, and there wasn't much I could do as a skinny, unmuscular kid. At one point, I started peeing in the cup, and he of course smiled as he took the bottle and drank it. he spit the "fanta" out once he tasted it, and it got all over his clothes.

Not me, but a friend who is a cop ended up pulling over a guy who was weaving on the road. Ended up being his high school bully, who was severely drunk. My friend stays professional. He cuffs him, tells him to stay sitting as he stepped away.

Guy gets up, tries running, face plants and breaks his nose. Later, he tried to claim that my friend beat him up because of their past history. Fortunately, the dash camera had the whole thing. Judge basically ripped him apart for being an a*****e.

Finally got sick of his s**t, and I punched him in his nose, breaking his nose. He never bugged me again.

He ended up dating my step-sister. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies.

My daughter went to a new school for 5th grade. She has a September birthday, so her birthday was only one month into the school year. She invited every girl in her class except one to her birthday party. The following Monday the girls were all talking about how much fun they had at the party, and the bully asked why she wasn't invited. "Because you're mean to me." They never became friends, but the girl was never mean to her again.

When I was in middle school I was a fat kid and I played in band.  I was first chair and the kid that was second chair challenged me every chance he could to get first chair.  This just involved both of us playing for the band teachers.  I don't know how many times he did this but he was never successful.  He made fun of me every chance he could too.  Fast forward to high school, neither us continued with band. I also lost all of the weight and he found it.  I don't think we spoke 2 words to one another in high school but I'll never forget the look on his newly fat face when he saw I was skinny.

My nonna taught me how to throw a wicked left cross in the third grade. I broke his nose.

The principal called us both to the office where we had to apologize to each other and to each other's mothers. My Nonna took me out for ice cream after school.

We then ended up being best friends until I moved away.

Grade 3 after months of bullying and teachers and admin not giving a s**t, I brought in a nail clipper with a foldable nail file. I extended the nail file, held it like a knife and scared the s**t out of him. 

I got detention in the principal’s office for the remainder of the day. 

Decades later it came up in conversation with my family. No one knew. Apparently the school never told them. 

No regrets.  .

Only one person ever tried to bully me. I was in 2nd grade and he was in 4th. I didn't really know him and we never spoke. But one day he waited outside the bus and punched me full force in the stomach without a word. Then he ran off laughing.

I immediately told my cousin and we gathered a couple friends and jumped him at his grandmother's house that same day.