I once vomited through the open sunroof of a car after scarfing down an entire Big Mac Super Value Meal at Maccas. It’s not precisely life-ruining, though.
The worst thing ever was when my parents passed away. I was secretly happy as heck inside that the problematic nutters they were vanished from my life at 11 years old.
I knew then, like I know now, that saying anything about it would have landed me in the funny farm. If I said anything now, I’d probably be disowned due to the rage of besmirching the memory of my sainted parents.