Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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Let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from a throwaway account.

Titled, I-27 male, Met girl, 27 female, who used to bully me when we were little.

Now she's asking me out and I don't know what to do. And as you can tell from the title,

the story does involve discussions about bullying. So if you do want to skip the story,

please feel free to do so.

Time stamps are down in the description and along the timeline below. I-27 male was heavily

bullied since the beginning of kindergarten until the end of middle school, when I transferred into

a different town. My classroom had 15 children, me excluded.

Out of these 15, seven of them used to bully me constantly, and the other eight simply ignored

what was happening.

Out of the seven bullies, four did some particularly heavy shit, I will call them the B team.

You can guess what B stands for.

While the other three did some random lighter things, throwing paper

scraps at me, stealing pencils and things like that, I will call them the C team, or acted as

followers for the B team. What the B team did to me scarred me for life and I had to go to

therapy to deal with it. If I met them today, I would make them pay for everything they

did to me. My hatred for the C team is not nearly as big, but is still vivid. Until last year,

I couldn't bring myself to forgive anybody in that classroom, both teachers and students,

for doing nothing to help me when the B team was tormenting me. Last year though, my hatred started to fade following some serious events in my life.

Sorry, I won't share what event.

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