Lemmy, what is something bad you have said to someone and still don't regret?

When my younger cousin who I'm very close to was getting married I was supposed to be a groomsmen but, my unit was deploying so my.cousin had the wedding planned so that I could take leave and go before deploying. My grandmother (who Is a not very nice person) was moving to Germany from the US so she convinced my cousin to change her wedding date to a date I couldn't take leave on so that she could be part of the wedding before she moved. When I complained my grandma told me " when you decide to leave home you miss important events"

Flash forward 5 years to when I was getting married. My grandma was back from Germany for 6 months. Me and my wife originally had our wedding planned for a date 2 weeks before grandma left then I realized that I had to get back at her. So we rescheduled for 2 days after she left. When she complained I told her " when you decide to leave home you miss important events"

I quit my minimum wage job by saying to my boss, 'I don't work here anymore. You're a cunt.'

Felt so fucking righteous.

I said hello to the bakery cashier this morning when getting some bread, I think it was a good move, they responded and aked my which bread I wanted, I don't regret it one bit.

I told my mother she was a terrible person because she said she was going to eat at a restaurant because I told her the owners were transphobes.

She got angry, we haven't really talked since. I'm not sorry.

I once told a person undergoing multiple rounds of fertility doctors trying to have a baby that it's for the best they're barren because they'd be a terrible parent... After they went on a massively homophobic and transphobic rant out of the blue one day. I lost a friend group, but I stand by it.

I wished someone to choke to death on my cookies he had stolen. He was a asshole...

The last thing I said to my biological father 3 years ago was "Go fuck yourself"

Told a boomer family member that pretty much everybody 40 or younger is just waiting for them to die off.

Too many to count. But perhaps the biggest one was to say, in loud voice "pretend that I died, please" once my ex-girlfriend dialled me. She started screaming at the phone and I promptly hung it.

You know, I have a lot of hard truths waiting in my head for certain people, but they're actually pretty good at avoiding topics on which they are vulnerable in real life. I wonder if they're doing it on purpose, and if so why they still need to be reminded.

If I didn't regret it, then I wouldn't call it bad.

When I was 6 I told a lady that she was a teacher for a group of women under a government program to learn how to make clothes, that she was arrogant, snob, and know it all. She was. She was extremely "look how above you I am" kind of a person. I stand by it to this day, at age 50 now. My mom still remembers that day with terror, because she felt extremely ashamed that I shouted these words in the presence of everyone there. She forced me to apologize, and I did so, but I didn't really mean it. She was terribly annoying.

I would regret it as he is a good man, but I don't regret it because it was really funny and he is a good enough man to understand it was a joke.

Thete is the good man, and his sister's husband. The sister's husband loves telling the good man that he fucks the good man's sister and does it all the time.

We're playing a game and, during it, the sister's husband is complaining about ordering a new dishwasher and the delivery of the dishwasher keeps getting delayed. During the game, the sister's husband does something that screwed the good man over for the sister's husband's benefit.

The good man snapped and said "I hope your dishwasher never comes!"

I responded with "You really shouldn't say that about your sister."

One time when I was 11 we were given a tour of our city's zoo by two ladies, who were retired zookeepers. They showed us around the zoo's museum, and told us that the tiger pelt hanging on the wall belonged to their favourite animal, who they'd both looked after.

I put up my hand and asked why they'd skinned it and nailed it to a wall if they loved it so much. They both got really fucking mad, but I stand by what I said.

I put up with my ex wifes bullshit for years. I had to deal with her because of the children. After our youngest turned 18 and she tried to give me shit for something that was her fault I told her the truth. I told her she was a cancer to everyone that has ever had her be a part of her life and that she's a terrible person. It's been a few years now and I haven't heard a single thing from her and it's great.

One time when my roommate was being a bit on the lazy / selfish side, I told him that he suffered from protagonist syndrome.

It's not bad per se. But, I said to my ex gf that she will never accomplish anything in life and she will be a miserable person all her life.

I don't regret a single word. I was right and I'm still right.