These are a couple WhamEpisodes, and might not be as dramatic as some of the others on here. I was having an innocent, romantic, and long-distance relationship, when a few weeks ago I learned from my girlfriend that she was one month pregnant with a child from before we met. I was supportive and helpful, and in the end she decided not to keep the child, but already felt attached. Well, last weekend she...miscarried.

March 11, 2011, will be a WHAM Episode for This Troper. It started as a normal Friday morning. I was eating breakfast before I went to school, and then my mom asked me, "Did you hear? This was this big earthquake in Japan." I just shrugged it off, because I thought it was a 6.0-6.5 with little to no deaths. When This Troper got to school and read about the quake in Sendai, she just wanted to break down in tears in the middle of the school library, since This Troper is a big fan of anime and manga and has always wanted to go to Tokyo since middle school. However, some good did come out of it. Being one of the executives of the school anime club, This Troper organized a money donation drive at her school with the money going to the Red Cross to help out victims of the Sendai earthquake, tsunami, and Fukushima Daiichi power plant disaster.

Although it might not have been much for most, "Wake me... when you need me." was this for me.

RealLife WhamEpisodes? Yeah, they exist. Like when I was 18, and my parents told me they were getting a divorce... which was only the beginning of a series of revelations that are very soap-opera-worthy...

Same Troper, different episode... but the one where I pledged my oath to join the Navy was a WhamEpisode, albeit one of a more positive tone.

In the Fantasy RP, first it was Sepelcre's undead invasion, and now it looks like Sid is angling to make another WhamEpisode.

The biggest WhamEpisode for this troper was almost 4 years ago when she lost her aunt and grandmother within 12 hours of each other. Needless to say, that really changed a lot of things. The only other WhamEpisode she can think of is when she had a nervous breakdown which ultimately led her to getting her long overdue ADD diagnosis. That actually was one of those positive ones.

For me, it was when my best friend from high school coldly and mercilessly stabbed me in the back, forever solidifying that all claims to truly liking me were a lie.

Wait, a literal or a metaphorical backstab?

Metaphorical. I didn't have to go to the hospital or anything.

I can attest to that, only it was in primary school... grade 6. Some friend she turned out to be.

{{Dinru}} has these often. Long story short, she has a bad track record with picking friends...

{{Teen Drama}}s have become common for a reason. High school is fucking ''insane''.

Mine came just this past May. Things were going along like crap. Late projects and first finals and classes taught by people who didn't know their rears from the seats they were on. I was trying to finish a project while a friend of mine was sitting in the room, singing to herself. After a while, I found it annoying. I was without a goodnight's sleep for weeks and at the end of my fuse. I, trying to sound polite, asked her to stop singing. She EXPLODED at me, saying that it was the rudest thing I have EVER said to her and that she would NEVER forgive me for it. I felt like I had just been in a car accident. I couldn't keep it together anymore. If my mother and girlfriend hadn't logged in to talk to me... Well, this was the first. Then I went to the academic adviser, who told me in no uncertain terms that I had to stay in the state for the summer to retake a class I had failed and take another I hadn't even heard of. I left that meeting feeling like nothing. Then came the grade summary. I had flunked out. Or just about. Now, I'm depressed, can't enjoy anything, berate myself constantly for my failings and laziness, and generally feel that I could make more of an impact by digging a hole in the ground and falling in, as opposed to what I felt going into college, which was cautious optimism. I feel narcissistic and whiny for posting all of this here, and know that my episode isn't nearly as bad as the others here.

*hugs* Just remember that you're still a wonderful, inspiring person and people love you. And you're not narcissistic or whiny for posting your story. The page is here for tales.

I...ju...wha...ISN'T AS BAD AS THE OTHERS HERE?! Have you even read this page? Yours is the longest, most verbose and frankly dramatic piece in these TroperTales, and let no-one claim otherwise!

My bisexuality. Some sort of denial was obviously involved, but I was perfectly happy with being straight. Then I met this girl, and WHAM!

Today, this troper found out that my chorus director has been fired. The same one whose been there for 25+ years and build the girl's chorus out of nothing. Pardon my french, but... Dammit... Just... Fuck. Just before this troper had to go to chorus camp... With her fired conductor.... Sorry for whining to the Internet.

Don't apologise. We wouldn't have this page if we didn't want to hear your stories. *hugs*

This coming from the same kid who posted a choir-related example in the WhamLine page, you have my sympathy. That really, ''really'' sucks.

This troper had the HollywoodPsych equivalent of one hell of a victim complex. Basically, anyone who said something bad meant it. Anyone who complimented her wanted something. She realized this was wrong, and suddenly realized that she was actually, well...popular. It's like BeautifulAllAlong, except only I couldn't see it. It also meant that her brother went from {{Jerkass}} who was messing with her to someone frustrated that she couldn't see people actually liked her.

Breakups. They suck ass.

Or it happens when you catch them with someone else

For me... TODAY... The mother of two close friends (who was also close to my family and me) of mine died... what's worse is that it came out of ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE, it was a normal night so far and then, phone call, then one more. Next thing I heard was my mom shouting WHAT?! Her screaming "I'll call you back!", then talking some more. And then her crying (well... EXTREMELY close to it.) WHICH DOESN'T HAPPEN! And then she told my sis and me. It was not a funny night anymore.

The day This troper's cousin died. He was three months old. And it was Christmas Eve - my grandmother's birthday.

This troper's shocking episode was when her girlfriend broke up with her last year DURING THE FINALS (before summer break). Needless to say, this troper has not yet recovered from the heartbreak having no explanation on why it happened.

I feel your pain. I got broken up with the week of Christmas, with similarly negligible justification or warning.

My life's been an unpleasant trip from one WhamEpisode to another. The worst one was realizing my transsexuality - hello, 14 years of living a lie! I originally wrote down the other big ones, too, but it just got too depressing. Let's just say that I know lots of people who have been sexually abused or have suffered from eating disorders. Finding out about those is... not pleasant.

This one is pretty much nothing compared to most of the stories on this page. For me? A major Whsm was when Michael Jackson died. I mean, I'm at home, just listening to music and screwing around on some game site, when my friend calls me IN TEARS and tells me Michael Jackson died. I mean, he creeped me out a little, but still.

For me it was Boyzone's Stephen Gately. I'd spent a lot of time in my early teens swooning about him. Many years later, I was dozing in my room, with the radio on but not listening, and then suddenly I tuned into, "...say they are 'devastated' by the death of Stephen Gately..." That really was a shocker!

When this troper was fifteen, the phone rang, her mother answered, seemed a little annoyed, and when she put the phone back down she said, in a sigh, "X" - X being the boy I had been in love with for my entire childhood and not seen in years at that point - "is dead." He had died of a drug overdose, a couple days before. She hadn't even thought it might shake me up a little - I had never lost anyone before, not even an old grandparent or a pet. This troper cried herself to tears that night, then when her grandfather died the following year, she didn't feel a thing. Four years later, she still has bouts of sobbing at night when thinking about it. This troper now feels absolute hatred for people who so much as smoke a joint, and only contempt for people who think their parents divorcing or getting dumped is absolute drama when no one died. (For the record, she had experienced both of those things as well before and wasn't hit by them at all.)

September 4, 2010, was a WhamEpisode for most of New Zealand. An earthquake measuring 7.1 on the Richter Scale hit Christchurch. Though a lot of property was destroyed, nobody was killed. Then, yesterday, on February 22nd 2011, another one hit. Magnitude 6.3. The death toll is currently about 80, and is expected to rise. I'm one of the lucky ones - nobody I know was hurt or killed. However, many of my friends have friends or family dead or missing. It's all we can do to keep smiling and hope they're alive.

Having something happen between your parents, knowing they were going to break up due to overhearing a phone call and not being able to tell anyone, then during a fight between dad and me revealing it to him just to hurt him, then feeling horribly guilty, having them break up, learning what broke them up via overhearing another phone call, then just about immediately having your mom start dating a guy who is quite a bit questionable, with your dad trying to open her eyes and that just making relations between them worse. The last few months have been... difficult to say the least.

Being enrolled in a new school a week after moving. Doesn't sound like a wham, but... I was under the impression the move was a temporary stay with family and that my mother and I would be going home again afterwards. Apparently not.

When this Troper's grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, after sixty-something years of smoking, my father flew down to stay with her during her first major surgery. Then this troper's mother pulled her out of class early, teary-eyed, saying there had been a family emergency. A year and a half after my father's sudden death from a heart attack, my grandmother is remarkably healthy.

RealLife example: Living in a small-town in New Hampshire, and then, my parents decide to move to Washington to send me to a Catholic school! Oh, it gets better: we had to rush out of our old house a week before Christmas, and the people who promised to help us move showed up late, and so we were in a huge hurry to load up our stuff. On the way, we hit '''every single snowstorm''', and then I ended up leaving that school and am now currently doing school online. What? No, really.

Any time a major YouTubePoop maker is suspended comes as a shock to me. This has been made worse yesterday (posting this 5/24/2011), as '''four''' makers that I liked ([=MustangSally72=], [=OMGulator=], [=CommanderGwonam=] and [=SergeantBacon=]) all got suspended by companies that would have nothing to do with YTP. Inactive Chinese filmmakers that nobody's heard of, a school in Yorkshire, and a ''pen company'' in Taiwan all got these people banned.

Somewhat related is when YouTube users I like have their works removed for "copyright reasons". Users like {{SFDebris}}, {{LittleKuriboh}} and Megami33 who are just trying to make fun/informative videos. This is more or less why I dislike copyright laws...

My mother was always very hard on me when I was a child. I was put-down, humiliated and made to feel small, but I could never feel mad at my mom, because she's my mom. I was recounting one of many painful memories during therapy and discussing how I felt guilty and ashamed, and my therapist suddenly said, "Are you aware that these incidents count as child abuse?" No, no I wasn't. It's so strange to suddenly look back through your childhood memories and realize that the things that seemed so normal (albiet painful) were abusive and completely and utterly unacceptable.

I have a couple. One morning, when I was 20, I was woken by the sound of my sister crying, "Mom?" repeatedly(my mom had been sleeping on the living room couch, right next to my room for the last few years, due to health problems preventing her from making it up the stairs). I knew almost immediately she'd died in the night, but, due to my difficult relationship with her, I didn't feel anything, at least not right away. The following summer, my father broke the news that ''his'' father, who ''he'd'' had a hard relationship with due to the old man's alcoholism, had just died of a stroke. A few years after that, I woke to the news that one of my friends from growing up had suddenly dropped dead in the middle of Dunkin Donuts, twenty-two years old. The biggest one so far, though, was when I suddenly got very sick, and had to be hospitalized. This eventually resulted in me having to move out of the house I grew up in.