12 People Reveal How It Felt To Meet Their Bullies Years Later

Bullies are the highlight of their depressing school days for many people as it paints their whole childhood as one long and gloomy period of our life. But as we grow older as move past our bullies we forget all the bad things that happened to us. But what do we feel when we see them again outside school and as adults? Anger, Sadness, forgiveness? You’ll can know from real people from their real encounters about this very interesting topic of how it was to meet an old bully again:

1. I specifically go out of my way to visit the full service gas station he works at now.


2. I was flat-chested all of middle school and early high school.. One guy was relentless when he picked on me. Years later he ended up trying to sleep with me at a party I hosted… I guess having large breasts made the difference for him.


3. I was bullied by this massive guy when i was 15. He easily had a foot and 2-3 stone on me. Went on for about a year and then kind of fizzled out. Nothing too harsh, just the occasional bloody nose.

5 years later I wander into a new hairdresser in town to get a standard trim and here’s the guy cutting hair. He was incredibly apologetic and explained how he’d been so confused and angry because he couldn’t admit to himself that a massive, tough guy like him could be gay and want to be a hairdresser.

He had the final laugh though as he offered me free highlights to make up for things and I looked like a tool for the next 7 weeks.


4. I met them while I was working at subway. They were rich and still douches.


5. Third through sixth grade this punk made my life hell. That bastard Lenny had a gang even. Fast foward to just after college, making real money for they first time. I go to a shop to buy a high end sound upgrade for my new car and whodya know is there. Shitty shirt and tie and all.

Salesman shuffles up to me and I say “Hiya, Lenny. I’m here to buy, but not from you”. I walked over to another salesman and requested his assistance instead.

I spent over twice as much as I intended to, sort of my version of both middle fingers in the air. The look of hatred on his face as I pulled out the credit card made 8 year old me very content. Worth it!


6. One bully is now a close friend whilst another is a drug dealer who probably will be on Jeremy Kyle in a year. Life works in odd ways.


7. I had a bully in elementary/middle school. He continued to be in my classes until senior year of high school. During this time, he reigned back on the bullying and just turned into your run of the mill ass hole. Last day of senior year, he asked me to sign his year book, which I thought was odd given our past. I wrote this long diatribe in his year book, paraphrased something like:

“Dear _____, Remember when you were my friend and then you turned into my bully in middle school? You’ll be happy to know that your not a bully so much as a dick now. I can’t really stand to be around you, Have a good life”

The kicker is that he went to my college. We ran into each other on campus once or twice and it was always super awkward, because he was really civil, and I can only think about the yearbook and wonder why he’s being really civil to me.


8. A girl and her clique bullied me quite badly when I was younger, and at the time I resented it a great deal.

10 years later she added me on Facebook out of the blue, and we actually had a really nice conversation about our lives and what we were up to these days. She somehow turned into a pretty decent person, and the unpleasant past was not mentioned once by either of us.

I have never really been good at holding grudges, and I do believe that people often grow into someone very different than who they once were. Not to make light of bullying but a lot of the time children have no idea of the damage that they do, and are the victims of awful parenting (such as poor discipline) themselves. Sorry, I know you guys would prefer something more juicy than this, and I’m sure some people stay assholes for their entire lives.


9. I saw a bully from middle school in my local Shoprite. He had a lot of problems. His mom had a heart attack, and he had a car accident and suffered serious back injuries.

When I first recognized him, I exclaimed, “I remember you! You were such an asshole to me in middle school!” We laughed, and he told me the above. He apologized for acting like he did. He said something about this stuff happening to him because of how he treated me, but I was nice and I denied it.


10. I’d lost all the weight they bullied me for, her boyfriend tried to come onto me when we were both in a pub.

Long story short: Her chin, my fist, satisfaction.


11. Was bullied for about 10 years, 5 years of those by a guy we’ll call Kenny for now. I had switched school, and was doing much better, and actually had some good friends. About 4 years after I had last seen him, there was a volleyball-tournament between different schools, and his apparently was one of the competing teams, as was mine. And so it turned out, we matched against each other. The moment he saw me, he shouted:”Oh that’s __, we’re definitely going to win now!”

What he apparently didn’t know, was that in those 4 years he hadn’t seen me, I had changed from a small and skinny guy, into a 6’2, 165 lbs guy with a 124 mph tennis serve. The first time I saw his face again, all the memories came back to me, and for a bit, I was scared again, until one of my friends told me, after I had explained who Kenny was, that I was now taller and stronger than him, and that it was time for some revenge.

Every time I had the opportunity to smash a ball when standing at the net, I would aim for him. The 124 mph tennis serve meant that i had an incredibly strong smash as well, which terrified him. My team ended up winning the match, after which I shouted:”Hey Kenny, I thought you were so sure you were going to win?” That once sentence, that one time of getting back at him was enough to make him snap. He went berserk, and stormed for me in a fit of rage.

Bring on that 124 mph serve again, and that moment right there, was the first person I ever punched someone… And also the first time i saw someone go K.O. All it took was 1 hit, and it was all over. All the fear, the years of tormenting, they were all over.

Now I would like to say, I don’t like fighting, and haven’t punched anyone since said punch, but when people say “Violence is not a solution”, bullshit, yes it is. It’s the only way to let go of all those memories. After years of being used as a punching bag, simply saying “yeah we’re okay” does not do the job. It simply doesn’t.


12. I had since grown up and become a successful IT pro. He was working the counter at a Pizza place me and my GF at the time had ordered from.

I acted like I didn’t recognize him. He recognized me though…

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