When I was about 5, the kid I considered my best friend at that time tried to drown me in my swimming pool... one of the scariest experiences I've ever had... fast forward a year and while it was all it was all innocent and whatnot, not a real relationship, he steals my girlfriend.
Oh, but if you want to talk about how I've never felt worse in my life, had hatred, absolute rage running through my blood for months, it would have to be right after my mother's stroke when her cousin betrayed my trust and killed my cats. We were cleaning up the house, reorganizing and whatnot, preparing for her return from the hospital. Due to painting and replacing the carpet, the cats couldn't be in the house. What's worse is we were pressed for time, I gathered up my cats, put them in the cat carriers and let him take them, he told me he'd even have them checked out by a vet. A couple days go by and my aunt suggests that we shouldn't have cats anymore. I talk to my mother's cousin because I know the 2 have been talking, he tells me not to worry, the cat's will be returning. So he comes over next day and starts "helping" move stuff out so we can replace the carpet & everything, this motherfucker didn't have the patience to save important items, he threw out our family photos, my mother's books, presents my mother got from her mother (who passed away over a decade ago), expensive computer parts, and other irreplaceable items. I was able to retrieve the pictures and a couple other irreplaceable items but there were a number of items that were lost forever. This was the last time I saw this son of a bitch, but I didn't realize at the time the extent of the damage that was done. I thought all was well and good aside from the few items I noticed and retrieved from the dumpster. A week or 2 goes by, my mom is released from the hospital early in good condition (the stroke was very minor). The tears on my mother's face when she walked in the door were not the tears that her cousin had promised me, they were not tears of joy from basically having a home makeover (the painters did a terrible job and a number of furniture items were thrown out), they were tears of loss, the place was nearly empty. Her cousin wanted me to reduce the amount of items we owned to less than 1/3, pretty much asked me to throw out our computers, tvs, games, etc. I drew the line though once it reached a illogical point.
This man told me that he was going to have the home made over, new curtains, new couch, new beds, new tv, new everything... and he had the money to do it. What we got was a new stove, new fridge, used washer & dryer, new kitchen table, new silverware & dishes (because he couldn't wait for dishes to be washed, they ALL got thrown out), and new beds. I'm grateful for those things... His mother bought me a new desk, which I picked out, was very nice... but the furniture they picked to replace the dressers I was talked into throwing out (they had years of smoke damage from smoking, that's it) was all wicker furniture bought at a garage sale, tacky and poor quality.
Now we get to the part that made me rage for months on end, the part that made me question my trust in anyone at all ever. Mom is home for about a week now, I get a job interview in a couple days and I had been trying to get ahold of my mother's cousin about the cats since everything was all done and she was home now. He finally answers and tells me the next day they'll be brought home. Next day comes, I call him up after waiting half the day for him to show up or call... No answer, my mom tries getting ahold of him, he finally answers, tells her we aren't getting the cats back, that they're dead. I will never speak to this son of a bitch again.
Not only did I feel that he betrayed me, I felt horrible, I felt like I betrayed my cats, they trusted me, I put them in cat carriers, never even said goodbye to them, and now they're gone forever. They are dead because they trusted me. Because I trusted a member of my family and he betrayed me.
I have never felt rage like that before and I pray to god that I never feel that kind of rage again. I've been angry, pissed off, whatever, this was different... this lasted a very long time and it took me finding an amazing person to remove that rage from my life.