We’ve all known them: people who one-up your misfortune. And they’re all terrible.
If you broke your ankle, they say, “You think that’s bad? Well, once I broke seven bones! I was assisting Evil Knievel in developing one of his stunts, and … ”
If you’re having problems with an ex who can’t let go, they say, “You think that’s bad? I’ve had a stalker for five years! Y’know what he does … ”
Tell us your experiences with misery-mongers. Or come up with some stories they would probably like to use.
Enjoy, vent, whatever!