My story is I was bullied heavily especially in middle school/high school years, as well as at home from my father. My primary antagonist in school was one kid, the ring leader of the bullies, and also the popular kid who everyone adored.
I was his mental punching bag, on the bus, everyday to and from school. There were other bullies too, but like I said, he was the 'head' bully who no one would/could challenge, because everyone liked him including the adults. We physically were about the same size, but I knew if I started any kind of fight and my dad knew about it, I would get consequences from him too. This person and his bully crew of about 3 or 4 other kids would completely annihilate any self esteem I had that lasted into adulthood for many years.
No one who could do anything cared. The counselors hands were tied, the bus company/driver did nothing, the parents certainly didn't give a shit, and if there's a fight, like I said both people would have consequences, regardless of who started it and why. You just had to sit there and take it. Then one day as seniors, he passed away in a car crash ironically not that far from where I lived. Everyday, on the way to school I drove by the tree he hit that was full of memorials saying how awesome he was, and memorials at school along with a mandatory prep rally completely devoted to his passing. I cut school that day. I still consider to this day, had I been the one who died, no one would have cared as much as they did for him, or even knew who I was.
Some time later, lightning struck the tree during a storm, still with memorials on it, and left a burnt stump. You can imagine how I felt about this. I don't take joy in other's death or tragedy, but what the hell am I supposed to think from that? I've seen how some of my other bullies ended up later in life too. One, who somehow ended up working at the same place my mother did, was fired for stealing someone's boots and throwing them in the garbage as a joke. Others, basically just grew up to be screw ups who never did anything positive, or ended up in jail. Things considered, it's not like my life exactly ended up being happy either.
Why do I think my primary bully did what he did to me? Honestly, I think the #1 reason was he viewed me as a threat, or maybe I was just an easy target. Some bullies do what they do because they have other problems in their life, but this kid seemingly had it all, so why would he need to do that? And how did it affect me long term? Well, most of it's in the past now, as I don't really get the bully ptsd that had for awhile anymore, and I would forgive this person today if they told me they were sorry. Unfortunately, I don't worry so much about that time anymore because I have much bigger worries now as I did back then. It was just another brick in the wall that took it's toll.
Well, it felt good getting this off my chest and revisiting some of those times. I'm glad this thread was here to vent, and I'm sorry to all the others who've dealt with the 'bullies' in their lives too.