People Share Their Most Provocative Revenge Stories

Do you ever get back at someone, just with the goal to give them a minor inconvenience or slightly ruin their day? Examples of this might be leaving a small or non-existent tip to a rude host(ess), purposely not taking the trash out for a week after you and your partner get into a quarrel, or hanging up on a rude and incompetent employee. Even though these are very small acts of “revenge,” they do feel pretty good when you enact them on the right person.

But, hey, if there’s potential to step the revenge up a notch, and you’re feeling a little more diabolic than usual, you might do something more than simply ruin someone’s day or inconvenience them just a tad. You may even go as far as to ruin their whole life. Wow, harsh. You sly devil, you!

If we must be honest, you probably won’t actually follow through with taking serious, pro revenge on someone – unless you’re one of the following people. Then in that case, the revenge goes hard, real hard.

12. She Made Her Husband Think He’d Be Staying The Night With Another Woman… Wrong

If you even think about messing with a strong woman like her, you’ve already done goofed.

“I’d been working as a front desk agent for about a week. It’s my first time working at a hotel, so I’m still learning the ropes, even though I’d previously worked as a check-in agent for a cruise line.

I’m working the afternoon shift, and things have been pretty slow, a couple of check-ins here and there, and that’s about it. It’s about 7 pm when this lady (We’ll call her… Libbie) comes in, and after talking things out at the valet, she makes her way over to me. We exchange greetings, and she tells me she would like to reserve a room but “only for a couple of hours.” Obviously, we’re not a motel, so I let her know the minimum amount of time she could reserve a room for, which would be a full night.

After asking what the price would be ($240, which is waaaaay too much for the kind of hotel I work at, by the way). She agrees and hands me her credit card.

This is where things get… weird. As soon as I ask her for I.D. to make the reservation, Libbie backtracks and says that she doesn’t want her name anywhere on the reservation and would like to make it under the name of the guy who would be joining her later instead. I pause for a moment, and after asking her again if she was planning on using the room as well, I tell her that I at least need to put her name into the accompanying list for the room.

I reassure her that only the employees would be able to see said list and that, no, the guy she was planning to meet wouldn’t see it.

I would like to make it very clear that throughout this whole interaction, Libbie has been super composed, kind, and understanding. At this point, however, I’m just thinking she’s here for a one night stand and doesn’t want the dude to know anything about her because she’s probably married or something, which, I can work with, sure, but why not just actually get a motel, lady??

This theory of mine is further solidified when Libbie asks me to make a note in the reservation so that, if any point we need to address her by name around the dude, we wouldn’t call her by her real name, and instead, she gives me a fake name (or so I thought) to address her by.

At this point, I’m obviously bewildered but still trying to be accomodating and trying really hard not to let it show how much I’m trying to figure out what the heck is going on ****. We go through the rest of the check-in process, and she even goes as far as showing me a picture of the dude, so I’ll know who he is when he comes in. I hand her the key, and she heads to her room.

About an hour later, the mystery dude walks in (let’s call him Jake). My coworker (who has no clue of anything) ends up checking him in, so I don’t really get to see much of Jake. To be honest, at this point, I still wasn’t giving the whole thing much thought other than, “That’s a bit weird, lol.”

Not even thirty minutes have passed since Jake went up when Libbie comes back down and hands me BOTH keys (they’d both received one each) says, “Thank you,” in the most serious yet cordial way and then walks off.

Multiple thoughts went through my mind as this lady was making her way to the valet:

“That was way too fast even for a quickie.”

“Why the heck did she give me two keys? Where’s Jake?”

“Libbie, please tell me you didn’t murder Jake.”

Security is standing behind me staring Libbie down probably having the same thought process as I am. (The supervisor for security usually spends the night hanging out at F.D.). My coworker and I are whispering with each other still trying to figure out what the heck happened because that did not look like a lady who had just had a pleasant romp in the sheets.

Cue Jake coming down the stairs, and “Okay, we can breathe; he’s not dead.” Now what happened next we couldn’t see because we suddenly had an onslaught of distressed passengers (Like 30……….. I wanted to die), so I thought I wouldn’t find out what the heck had actually happened between Libbie and Jake.

BUT THEN…….. the worker from the valet came over, and boooooy, did he have some tea to spill.

Turns out that Libbie had gone as far as asking valet guy to park her car in a way that the license plate wouldn’t be visible. Why? Because it turns out that Jake is Libbie’s husband.

And you might be asking yourself by this point, “Why has this lady gone through so much trouble to hide anything that might give her identity away from her husband?” Well, dear reader, because the alias that Libbie gave me just so happened to be the name of the girl Jake was cheating on her with.

This woman, somehow, got her cheating a** husband to believe that his “girlfriend” had booked them a sweet sweet night at the hotel only for him to show up and find his wife sitting on the bed instead.

This bad a** mother ****** of a woman came back downstairs after probably massacring the heck out of this idiotic boy with not a hair out of place and calmly had the valet bring both of their cars back and then patiently waited for Jake-Smchake to get his sorry a** back to the lobby so that she could extend her hand and demand their house keys from him. She then got into her car and just drove away.

The only thing that would’ve made this even better was if Jake-Smchake’s “girlfriend” had also been there to tear into him as well. I like to think she had a part to play in this whole thing, since how else would Libbie have managed to trick him into getting to the hotel?

Point is, this woman is all I aspire to be.” __Blaizia__

Another User Comments:

“I’ll tell ya what my husband said about cheating on me.

“I’d NEVER cheat on you for 2 reasons. One, I love you. And, two, I’m TERRIFIED of what you might do.” And I responded, “Well, babe, a little fear can be a healthy thing.” And that’s the only conversation we’ve ever had to have about cheating. We’re boringly faithful to each other, and we’re insanely happy. Been together for almost 25 years.” Reddit user

11. Fire A Long-Time Employee? He Might Just Rat You Out And End Up In Charge

“My dad had worked at the same company for almost 30 years before he was abruptly fired for compete *******.

He* was coordinating an upcoming meeting of people who had to fly in from around the country. One important participant resigned unexpectedly, so Dad canceled the meeting via email and explained why.

Apparently that counted as “improperly communicating privileged information,” and he was fired the next day. All this happened a week after Dad’s boss retired and was replaced by a new guy who wanted to cut costs. What a coincidence.

This was about ten years ago, near the height of the recession. Dad was in his 50s, hadn’t interviewed for a job since the early 1980s. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find another job. My mom went back to work at a school to pay the bills while Dad scraped together what he could doing some sh*tty online consulting gigs for basically minimum wage. They managed to keep their heads above water but only barely.

Dad was out of work for a year and a half.

He finally landed a job at a new company three states away, coincidentally about an hour away from where my wife and I lived and were expecting Dad’s first grandchild. Mom and Dad moved to live about 20 minutes away from us. They had paid off the mortgage on their house, so they decided to keep it and rent it out, planning to retire there in a few years. New Company treated Dad very well. Better salary than he’d made at Old Company, good benefits, and respect from his co-workers and superiors. A year later, Mom and Dad were able to buy a second, smaller house near their grandkids.

Dad mentioned a few things about his time at Old Company to his new bosses, nothing confidential or anything, more like overall strengths and weaknesses.

Of course, the story of how he got fired came out as well. It turns out that when you work at a company for over 25 years, you learn a thing or two about how it works and “cutting costs” by firing experienced employees can make your company vulnerable. New Company started to get very interested. They saw an important business opportunity and also a chance to get revenge on behalf of a valued employee.

A couple of years later, New Company bought Old Company. They were both big companies, and mergers of this size take time, but when the dust settled it was clear, there were “redundancies” – divisions and products that both companies had that New Company only needed one of.

They kept as many of Old Company’s people as they could, and very few lost their jobs. Except, of course, for the people responsible for firing Dad.

New Company put Dad in charge of the building he used to work in at Old Company and let him choose his employees from both Old and New Companies. Dad had to move back to the old state, so New Company helped sell his house in the new state and gave him a moving stipend of several thousand dollars. But Mom and Dad were just moving back into their own house. They sold the new house that they’d made payments and improvements on for five years for a nice profit. With that money plus the moving stipend, they paid off debts, saved for retirement, and took me, my siblings, our spouses, and the grandkids on a cruise.” dromio05

10. Fire Me For An Unfair Reason? Say Goodbye To Your Finances

Treat your employees right next time.

“This happened a few years ago and still makes me giggle with glee to this day.

I’m a 34-year-old female who has always been a bit of a tomboy. I like cars, sports, and reptiles. When I was 25, I wanted a career change and finally followed my dream of working in an auto repair shop (as a painter) like my father always did.

To start my education, I needed to already have a job at an auto repair shop as an intern. So, I searched and called a lot of companies to see if they had spots. There were literally several companies that laughed at me because “there’s no place for a woman on the work floor.” Disheartened, I tried one final company who said he’d “take a chance with me.” I was thrilled.

I was promised lots of opportunities to learn and a steady job after graduation.

I started a week later, and the first 2 weeks were awesome. I learned a lot and was promised even more opportunities. He promised I would have 2-3 hours a week of private time with the resident painter for practice. Soon after, though, it went downhill. The owner had bid on a contract with a large city in our country to restore underground containers. I had to sand them down, put sealant on the edges, and prepare them for painting. Tedious work, but I did it diligently. The promised practice time never happened.

After a while, all I did, day in day out, 8 hours a day was sand down underground containers.

By then end of the day, my hands and wrists were numb from the vibrations. This, by the way, is illegal. You’re not allowed to sand with a pneumatic sanding machine for more than 4 hours a day (in my country as it causes severe wrist and hand issues).

After several months, the contract with the city ended, and I hoped my promised practice time would come. But no, it didn’t. I was given jobs that had nothing to do with my education. I was told to do jobs that a contractor should do, like put rebar in front of the windows, repair the sliding doors, repair walls, and other small things. Basically nothing to do with my desire to become a painter.

After 6 months of doing literally nothing that I could count to my education, my boss called me into his office. He told me he was “fed up with my attitude.” He “made a mistake hiring me.” I was fired on the spot. I was heartbroken and cried the whole way home. I didn’t get it, I put 110% into my job, working hard, always on time, staying late if needed, and never complained. I didn’t understand what happened and was pretty down for a while.

However, several days later, I found out I was pregnant, which helped me get over my “downness.” (We had been trying for over a year. So we were ecstatic!)

When the time came that my final paycheck should come in, nothing happened.

A week after it normally came in, I called but was told to not “complain,” and it would be “transferred shortly.” 2 weeks later, still nothing. I called again and got a very irate boss on the line, cursing at me and calling me things I will not repeat here. I was fed up and contacted my lawyer.

Here comes the revenge part. MWHAHAHA.

In my country, there are apparently a few laws that my boss broke without me even knowing about them. First, you’re not allowed to fire somebody without reasonable cause; you need to document bad behavior and give the employee a write-up. After 2 write-ups, you’re allowed to terminate. My boss never did this. Unlawful termination can end in a fine, and the employee has a right to get as many monthly pays as the employment contract would have continued if the employee wasn’t terminated, which would mean I had a right to another 6 months of pay!

Second, you must pay the final paycheck within a week of termination.

We were now going on week 4. After the 1st week, an employee is entitled to compensation of up to $112 per DAY of not receiving their paycheck. Meaning, I was now entitled to at least over $2,000 extra pay.

My lawyer wrote up a letter to my boss stating we would be pursuing my legal rights. He didn’t respond. A week later, we send another letter, increasing the compensation for late payment as we went. After a month of my lawyer not getting any response, suddenly I received my pay, no compensation, nothing, just basic pay. My lawyer recommended to go to small claims court and so we did. Mind you, it takes about 3 months before you can appear before the court.

He didn’t even show up in court! But he sent a statement through his lawyer, saying how I was a horrible employee, blah, blah, blah. However, he had no proof whatsoever, but I DID. I had my performance reports from 1 month into employment and 4 months into employment. And they were stellar. The judge saw right through my boss’s ******** and awarded me:

-6 months of pay ($13,500)
-4 months of late payment compensation, this is because he didn’t pay the full amount my lawyer requested, as was my legal right. (about $13,500)
-Legal fees (now about $3,300)

I was paid the same week.

He was then also charged with a fine for violating employment laws. He had to pay over $50,000. This resulted in the employment bureau (this agency makes sure companies comply with employment laws, etc.) investigating the company.

They discovered the building I worked at was unsafe. The foundation was unstable, walls were crumbling, and tilting, he was told to make repairs, or they would close him down within a month.

By accident, they discovered he was also cheating on his taxes. So, the tax agency got involved. He got charged with embezzlement and tax evasion for BOTH his companies. He had to pay back all taxes he evaded, plus a 100% fine. Coming to a staggering $250,000 over several years.

He didn’t have that kind of money, and after struggling for about 2 months, which resulted in him not paying his other employees, he went belly up. Both businesses shut down, and the building I worked at even got demolished.

7 years later, it’s still an empty plot, and if I ever feel put down by somebody, I take a short drive to that place. And it reminds me, people will sometimes get what they deserve.

Yes, my colleagues lost their jobs too, though they did encourage me to seek justice. They too were wronged by him. First off, he let them work in an unsafe environment, which he knew was unsafe. And after I left, he asked his employees to work for free as he had “financial issues,” which were later proven to be untrue (at that point anyway, lol). Most didn’t accept this and left the company. The ones who stayed did lose their job when he went belly up.

I kept in contact with most of them. Two went into early retirement and are happily enjoying it. Others have moved on and found better jobs within the week. I did feel guilty at first, but the end result including my colleagues finding better employment made it worth it.

Yes, I did find another painting job for about 3 years, after which I got ill and am now waiting on a kidney transplant and also in a wheelchair. Genetics, not environmental.

The kid is doing fine; he’s 7 now. The sweet age of them being awesome and slightly annoying all at the same time.” InTheHague

9. Continue To Cheat On Me? It’s Going To Backfire Hard

FYI, this isn’t the same cheating Jane from the other story on this list.

“Figured I’d share it here for anyone who’s been cheated on recently and needs some catharsis as this is pretty fresh.

I met “Jane” after amicably ending a long term relationship. I didn’t think I’d want to date again, but Jane and I really clicked, and it was such a nice escape. We hung out as friends before moving on to dating, and within 6 months, we had moved in together. I had long since gotten over my ex, and Jane and I were doing great and regularly talking about the future. I was fairly socially awkward and only had a few good friends before meeting her, whereas she had a large circle of acquaintances and friends she introduced me to who became good friends of mine as well.

About a year into our relationship, Jane informs me that she had a one night stand with someone she had met at the bar. She begs for forgiveness, says she’s so sorry, that she wasn’t used to alcohol, all the usual excuses. Me not wanting to lose this relationship too and having invested so much time thinking about my future with this girl, I believe her. It wasn’t easy, and I ended up in therapy for my anxiety, but we worked through it after a lot of talks and crying and long nights, gradually rebuilding trust after she reassured me regularly that I was the one for her, and she was still committed to our relationship. I confided in a few close mutual friends, who kept it to themselves.

Everything seemed back on track, and I thought we healed.

Another year passes when I notice Jane seems off. She’s gone more often, more secretive of her phone, I’ll wake up to find her on the computer instead of in bed. Red flags flying. One weekend, she tells me she’s going to her mother’s to help her with “spring cleaning.” I don’t really get along with or speak to her mother. Her mother is an incredibly religious woman who was already upset with Jane for living with me before marriage and a few other personal decisions on her end and feels as if she has control over her life due to financially supporting her, which is why I assume she figured it’d be a safe bet I wouldn’t talk to her mom.

A few hours after she left, I called her a few times, and it went right to voicemail, meaning her phone was off. So, I called her mother knowing she wouldn’t answer me and left a voicemail asking if Jane had made it to her house safely and that it had been hours, and I hadn’t heard from her.

A few minutes pass, and she calls me back and tells me that she called Jane and couldn’t get an answer as I knew she wouldn’t. She started asking when she left, etc., etc. I told her she left that morning to help her with spring cleaning. This was news to her mother, who never spoke to her about that. Her worrying about Jane had her talking.

I sit there thinking about what I’ll tell Jane when she speaks to her mom and has time to think of an excuse. She gets home later that night and seems totally nonchalant. Turns out her phone is still off, so she hasn’t even gotten the calls from me or her mom yet. Perfect. I ask her how her day went, she tells me how much she hates dusting (“There was so much on the top of the cabinets!”) and how they had to carry stuff down to the basement (“An elevator would have been nice!”), all that good stuff.

I then decide to let her know I was aware she hadn’t been to her mom’s. Long story short, she admits to cheating on me again and had been doing so since I had forgiven her for the first time.

While I was dealing with the anxiety and insecurity, while she was reassuring me it would never happen again and I was the only one for her, while we talked about buying a place and all our goals, she was ******* around with the same dude, mostly online but, had met up with him every so often for quickies during the day.

I basically shut down entirely and went to stay with a friend and told Jane it was over. The more I thought about it, the more my sadness turned to anger, and the stupider I felt for giving her a second chance. I had wasted two years of my life and made myself vulnerable to someone I fell in love with who I thought loved me and made a fool of me.

Jane was inconsolable, calling me and my friend who I was staying with, texting, and threatening to show up in hopes of “fixing it.” She was on the verge of a breakdown, claiming she’d do anything, talk to therapists, give me total access to her accounts, anything she could do to make it right to take back the past, which is when I saw the opportunity to get back at her.

I told her I wanted to be able to forgive her, but big changes needed to happen in order for me to do that. She jumped at the opportunity. I told her I needed to be sure she was serious about our future. First, I wanted to look at renting a bigger place, somewhere without “bad memories.” We were month to month, so I gave my landlord notice and asked her to go through the process of securing us a new lease elsewhere as I “couldn’t handle it” right then.

I then told her that if we’re going to learn to trust again, I want to start taking steps towards an engagement. (“I don’t want to focus on the past. If I do, I’ll want to leave. I just want to focus on the future.”) And the first step should be a joint account and that I still trust her with finances, to which she agreed. I deposited a few hundred into the account, told her I had spent the rest of my savings on paying 2 months advance rent to my buddy I was staying with, and he’d give it back to me in installments since I’d be moving out sooner than planned. Now that this was set up. I figured I wanted to ruin her social life, but I knew it would take some more plotting to do that.

So, I told her to come back to our apartment. And we stayed there waiting out the end of the month. We cried together, she was overwhelmingly affectionate, let me watch her delete her social media pages, made me breakfast most days. She was just “so sorry.” I wanted to scream at her so badly, but instead, I’d ask for comfort and reassurance and play the wounded animal. We had plenty of makeup s*x too (which is the only thing I feel slightly guilty about). She was sure to be extra adventurous for my sake, so when I asked if I could take some photos, she was all for it.

During this time, I had been distant from our mutual friends, turning down invites and saying things like, “Jane wouldn’t want me to go” or asking a few one on one for advice for how do they handle it when their partner gets mad.

“Does your partner ever break stuff or slap you? No, no, Jane would never do that! I was just wondering.”

Then, shortly before we planned to move into the new place, I had cold feet. I told her I didn’t think I could do it and that I just didn’t trust her. She was frantic, pleading with me not to leave again, and begging for something she could do to fix it. So, I told her I believed our social circle put her up to it. She swore up and down that no one had any idea. But I asked how could I believe her? She lied to me twice before; I don’t trust her around them and that a fresh start means new people in our lives too and that I’d never feel comfortable again as these people that I don’t know if I can trust were still around.

I wore her down until she agreed to ghost them all. But that wasn’t enough for me. I told her that I needed the bridge to be burnt because I don’t trust them. So, I had her re-join and send a message to the group chat complaining about “fake friends, backstabbers” and how she was better without them, then block them all. She cried for a long time over that, but if it was what I needed to stay, she’d get over it. I had a bunch of messages from mutual friends asking “What the ***?* to which I told them it was complicated, and I’d talk soon.

A few more days pass, and it’s time to move into the new place.

We spend the day moving some things in, and Jane is practically giddy talking about our future plans. I tell her to pick up anything she needs from her mom’s, and I’m going to get some stuff from my parents’ place, and we’ll meet back at the apartment that night.

As soon as she leaves, I call my friend, and we pack up everything I had brought over and take it back to his place. Then I message my friends, telling them Jane had been abusive the last few months (lie), which is why I didn’t go out and that the reason she had blocked them is because she thought I told them and that they were telling me to leave her.

I then went to the bank and drained our joint account, which had about $400 from me and about $3,700 and some change from her.

Then I sent an email to Jane’s mother claiming to be an angry ex who had access to my phone, including all those naughty photos I took with Jane. “Just thought you should know what your wh*re daughter and that piece of **** get up to.” And lastly, I had my friend hit me in the eye twice, swelling it up, then blocked Jane and asked two of our mutual friends to meet up with me.

And just like that, it was over. I told them how Jane had become mentally and physically abusive over the past few months after I caught her cheating.

I showed them the screenshots of her chats with this guy. I told them I had kept quiet to keep the peace, how she lashed out at all of them when she thought they had been helping me behind her back, how it was so out of character, how she threw a remote at me and swelled my eye when we were moving, and that’s when I knew I needed to leave and why I needed to take the money to get to safety.

Jane showed up to my friend’s house looking for me while he told her I had moved and would call the cops if she showed up again while I hid upstairs. I heard how she frantically tried to find me to figure out what was happening and reached out to our mutual friends to make amends and tell them it was all my idea, only to discover the ones I had been talking to and subtly alluding to being abused for weeks as well as the ones who remembered me coming to them after the first time she cheated, and the ones who had seen my eye, had passed along the information to her entire social circle, and she was met with threats, insults and being ghosted by everyone she knew.

How she told the last mutual friend she spoke to before he ghosted her that her mother had said she’d “pray for her” and cut her off financially for living “an unhealthy lifestyle” until she can “smarten up” after seeing the photos, which she can’t prove I’ve ever sent as her mother certainly wouldn’t have kept them, and that she’s severely depressed.

She’s trapped in a 6-month lease with zero money, no friends to rely on, and no one to help her stay afloat aside from maybe her former fling should she run to him. I’ll be using her money to cover rent on a new apartment for myself and bought my friend a nice gift for being my accomplice in this.

I plan to stay in therapy, both to get over this and to work through my feelings and how low I stooped to get revenge, as I don’t want to carry this negativity with me in the future. After that, I plan to re-learn how to be single and enjoy life on my own, with the friends I inherited to keep me company.” FarIndependent9

8. Brother Gets Me Kicked Out For “Coming Out” So I Don’t Help Him In His Final Hour

“My twin brother, Sebastian, and I have never ever been close. In fact, he made life **** growing up, and my parents didn’t help by playing favorites (getting him better stuff on our birthday, only going to see films he liked at the cinema and giving him extra money for housework despite us doing the same amount of work).

He would always put me down, belittle me, bully me with his friends at school, break my stuff and he’d then blame me and was just a pain in general. Growing up, the only people I knew to rely on was my older sister Kelly, my cousin Kai and my best friend Issac who all knew what an awful person my brother was.

Anyway, cut to when I was 17 and I had my first girlfriend, someone I loved very much. We didn’t have s*x cause she wanted to wait till her 18th birthday to lose her virginity, but it turns out that she was having an affair with my brother behind my back for half the time we were together and only got caught when it was revealed she was pregnant.

I was crushed; she knew how much I hated my brother, and she saw some of the awful things he did to me, but she still went and did that. Cheating is bad enough, but to do it with him of all people…

I punched him in the face and broke his nose and made him lose a tooth, but according to my parents, I’m the one in the wrong, and now we have to help this girl who is carrying my brother’s child and have to help support them. My brother then said he had no intention of being a father and told my girlfriend to “take care of it.” She then ran out of town, and I never saw her again.

I don’t know if she had the baby or aborted, but all I know was that she was gone, and my folks were still praising my brother as the golden child. (I was still the black sheep and failure as usual.)

Another year goes past, and my brother and I still despise each other, but I had started dating again. It was a long while but I found someone. I found a boy I liked. I come out of the closet and this new guy, Daniel, I had met at college caught my eye. He was deaf, and I studied sign language out of boredom, so we got talking, and things just seemed to click. We date, fall in love, bring him to my friend Issac’s party to introduce him to friends, and everything feels great.

At this point, the only one who knew I was bi was Issac, but one day walking into a cinema holding my boyfriend’s hand, I bump into my evil twin. He points, laughs, and says some homophobic remarks. I tell him to go **** himself, and I go see a movie with my arm around my boyfriend.

When I got home after dropping my boyfriend home, I knew I’d be facing something as I walked through the front door. I saw both my parents on the sofa, my mother crying about how on Earth could she have given birth to someone so disgusting (was it too much to hope she saw the light and was talking about my brother?), but nope, she was talking about me and how I’m a stain on our family’s name.

My father gets up to yell at me and spout homophobic remarks and slurs. At this point, I see my brother up the staircase with a sh*t-eating grin on his face. He then comes down and says his uncomfortable with sharing a room with a f*ggot, and my folks kick me out there and then. With what little clothes and money I had, I went to Issac’s house, and his family took me in where I stayed for six months actually experiencing familial love and affection, and Issac’s mother and stepdad, I consider my own parents now. Eventually, me, Daniel, and Issac all get a two-bedroom flat together, and all is good for the time being.

So, cut to December last year, me and my boyfriend, now husband, Daniel, are married.

(Issac was my best man, and my sister and cousin Kai walked me down the aisle.) I have a brilliant job in graphic design, have my own house by the sea, and life has never been better. However, I got a call from my sister that my brother was in the hospital. I hadn’t thought about him that much over the nine-year period since I was kicked out, but being reminded of his existence brought up a lot of painful memories for me.

I was told by my sister that Sebastian wanted to see me and that it was urgent, so I went to the hospital he was in and met my sister outside the front entrance. I ask her what this is all about, but she doesn’t tell me and that I need to ask my twin.

So, I arrive where my brother is, who have my parents at his side, and my folks actually look happy to see me, as if what they did to me hadn’t happened, and Sebastian also looked really pleased to see me. It’s safe to say something was off. Eventually, I ask what’s going on and why was I even here, to which my brother tells the family to leave us two alone. He looks so weak as before he used to intimidate me so much. He told me that he was dying from kidney failure and has been for the past few years, but now he didn’t have long left. I knew immediately where this was going.

He then said he always regretted that we never got along, at which point I told him, “No.” He looked confused and asked what I was on about, so I simply told him I wasn’t going to donate my kidney to save him.

He looked as if I had just **** in his food. He then went on about how bad the situation was and that he really was sorry for all the things we did to each other growing up. Like, excuse me? We did to each other? I told him that I just wanted a brother growing up that cared and loved me who wouldn’t try and break me every day for 18 years.

He then called in our mom and dad and told them that I wasn’t going to give up my kidney. They then started to spout off that I owed them for my existence and that I have a duty to look after family. I asked them where that duty was when they kicked me out of the house or where that duty was every time my brother gave me a black eye or their duty was to look after their grandchild when Sebastian decided he didn’t want to be a father.

I said for all the things he’s done from outing me to having an affair with my girlfriend and abandoning his child and that this was the universes (and my) way of finally giving back what he dished out to bite him in the ****.

I then turned around and walked out of the room having that be the last time I ever saw Sebastian again. Not sure why they’d want a f*ggot’s kidney anyway. I walked past my sister, who gave me a look. I gave her a look back who then, in turn, gave me a look that said, “I understand.” After leaving the hospital, I felt as if a great weight had been taken off my shoulders. I went home and never looked back pleased with my decision.

Now, last week, I get a call from my sister calling to inform me that Sebastian had died. She asked if I was okay, and I said I was and that I didn’t really feel anything in all honesty. She said she understood to a degree as Sebastian hadn’t been all that kind to her over the years either. I had my husband and Issac there to support me. (Honestly, at this point, Issac may as well be our adopted child since he’s living with us till this whole situation with the world is over.)

The next day, I was getting calls and text from family members I hadn’t spoken too in years telling me that I’m going to **** for being a bad son, being a bad brother, and for being a f*ggot and that me and my husband don’t deserve children.

(Hubby and I have been looking into adoption and surrogacy.) This makes me second guess my choice of not giving my brother my kidney. Even in death, he’s making things harder for me. I did wonder if I was a bad person and if I made the wrong decision, but I knew that if I was in that position, I would have been left for dead. Screw him.

Other bits of information that may clear things up:
– His renal failure was from living a hardcore lifestyle of ***** and alcohol.
– My folks and sister did get themselves tested to see if they’re matches, and none of them were.
– I disowned them of being my family years ago (apart from Kelly), so when I got married, I took my husband’s last name and hyphened it with Issac’s last name, to which his folks were very pleased about.
– Some family (Kai’s folks and my dad’s brother) have actually called to see how I’m doing and say they don’t judge me for what happened.

Others, however, have continued with said abuse, whom I have now blocked.
– If he had been a good brother throughout my life, I’d have done it without a second thought. I’d have done the same for Kelly, Kai, Issac, and my husband. But I felt he didn’t deserve it.
– It’s unlikely I’ll ever see my parents again, and I’ll make sure my children will never meet them. My revenge to them will be being a better parent then they ever were.” thrownawaybitwin

7. Aunt Tortures Family For Years, Pays Up $300,000

“Dealt with my sh*tty manipulative abusive aunt all my life, finally got revenge.

Players:

Myself (M/late 30s)

Sister (3 years younger)

Aunt (older “sister” to my mother)

Mother (single mom, adopted, no ***** relation to my aunt).

Cousins (3 total: 1M, 2F.

I have good relationships with them now, mostly.)

My estranged father who had been living several counties over is pretty much out of the picture by the time my parents got their divorce when I was 9. Due to financial hardship, we were forced to live with my aunt and the nightmare of a household we would soon find ourselves in. My aunt married into Georgia “wealth,” and you can figure out what that means on your own. She had 3 kids and eventually caught her husband having an affair. It’s a huge scandal, she gets the house, the kids and a fat payout from the family attorney. This is important because my aunt didn’t do a d*mn thing in her life to earn her money, her house, her lifestyle, or basically anything.

She was born poor along with my mom.

Under her household, she was drunk with power. Years of therapy have allowed me to recognize that certain people, when in a position of power, get a perverse pleasure in ordering others to do their bidding. She was the strictest of authoritarians in every possible way you could imagine. Chores had to be completed by an exact specific time: vacuuming by 3:45 pm, dishes by 3:55 pm, laundry days for my mother and us kids were Tuesday/Thursday 5:35 pm to 7:55 pm. If it was still running, she would shut the power off for the two units.

As we grew older, her own kids opted to stay with their father for full-time custody, and she had them on weekends.

Even they couldn’t stand her when she was in charge and in the house. As time passed, she got them less and less, opting for alternating weekends as highschool activities took precedence over time with mother.

For my sister and I, the large 6 bedroom house was not ours for the taking. My mom had to pay rent as well as rent for 1 bedroom as that was all she could afford on her salary. We had to share a bedroom until my second year of high school. All the while, there was 1 spare unused bedroom available at all times. My aunt needed this for “guests” when they stayed over. Not one guest stayed there in the 10 years I was under that roof.

Finally, the church we attended told my aunt to give up the spare bedroom, so my sister can have her own room as it was “unhealthy” for two teenagers sharing a room together like that. That infuriated my aunt because someone told her what to do in her own household. My sister and I got the brunt of her wrath. As my mom’s salary was tapped out, my sister and I had to do extra chores like mowing the lawn, trimming the shrubs, and cleaning the pool, which we could no longer use without her being outside watching us.

My aunt’s behavior was becoming more and more outrageous and disconnected from society. For example, she had always snapped her fingers when she wanted to get someone’s attention, but it was getting far more frequent, and she would blow up into a tirade if either my sister and I didn’t obey.

Her own kids tried repeatedly to tell her that the **** she was doing was wrong but she wouldn’t listen. Eventually, they wanted nothing to do with her outside of the home. She was a tyrant there and repeated intervention to get her to see the folly of her ways would fall on deaf ears.

I Snapped:

All through high school, I had no confidence as a person. I was weak-willed and growing ever distant from friends and society. I say this in all truthfulness and fear, that had circumstances continued the way they had been going, I could very well had taken a gun to myself, or worse, to others around me. I was that bad off.

I had just graduated high school and started my first semester of community college.

I’m 2 weeks into my classes attending from home when my aunt drops a bomb on me. “You owe me $$$ for this month’s rent, the same amount for next month’s rent as well. It is the 27th after all. You’re an adult now. You’re out of high school and working now, so you need to pay rent.” The ***?* I blew a ******* gasket as I yelled back. “You can’t just suddenly decide to charge me rent just because you feel like it. I need 30 days’ notice, I have rights.”

My aunt yelled at me some ******** excuse that she had discussed this with my mother, and it was decided that I needed to pay my own rent now. In some miraculous backbone move, of which I still have no idea how I stood up to her, I yelled right back at her, “If I’m an adult, then treat me like and talk to me about rental agreements.

I’ll start paying you rent in 30 days starting the 1st.”

I turned my back to her and walked away with my fists balled tight. I was furious with anger but I walked away. My aunt saw my fists from behind and screamed ****** murder that I was going to attack her. No, I wasn’t. She snapped her fingers at me repeatedly on my tail to get my attention, but I didn’t turn around. I needed to cool off and clear my head. As I turned the corner, she grabbed my wrist hard yelling, “I’m not finished talking to you.” I threw my still balled-up fist forward keeping with my stride to break her grip as I hadn’t stopped my momentum. This caused her grabbing arm to slam hard into the corner of the wall that I had just turned into.

She screamed in pain, but I left the house and took off.

The aftermath of that incident was that my aunt called the cops on me in an attempt to press charges. She was taken to the hospital and suffered a fractured wrist, and she was put in a cast/sling (don’t know as I never saw it and never inquired further). Her story changed every time she told the cops what happened while my story was spot on every time. I can still recall that moment down to the smell in the house, where I was facing, the working and non-working lightbulbs, etc., forever ingrained in me.

I was kicked out of the house, and I couldn’t visit my sister or my mom there at the house again.

Fine by me as I didn’t want to see my ***** aunt ever again. I was happy to meet my mother and sister at the local diner or outlet. We could be ourselves there and not hostages in our own home.

Years Later:

My mom wised up and got out of that abusive relationship with her sister and moved out on her own. She got a temporary nice place, invested wisely, and with the help from the church, was able to get a place of her own. In 2009 after the housing crisis, she bought her own place that she could never have afforded on her own prior the market crash. But some good came out of it. She wept knowing my sister (and her family) and myself could come visit any time and stay.

Over the years, I’ve been able to forgive my aunt, not forget, forgive. I’ve let go of a lot of my anger and hatred toward her that she put me through. When she has no leverage or control over us, she’s a somewhat decent person for being a total ***** of a person. My cousins have calmed down, heard my side of what happened those years ago, and know what kind of person I am compared to what kind of person their mother is. They chose to believe me and know I didn’t hit her or strike her or beat her across the face like she continues to claim.

The Revenge:

While I have been able to forgive my aunt for what she has done to me, I cannot forgive her for what she did to my mother.

She kept her in financial hardship for a decade while she sat on a bank account full of cash and assets. Or what she did to my sister: she forced her to pay for damages because the water heater burst while my aunt and mother were away one weekend, leaving my sister at home. She didn’t discover the flooded rooms for hours. My aunt’s reasoning, “It was her responsibility to watch the house,” not the responsibility of the homeowner to maintain/replace the water heater before it goes. Let’s leave that upfront $5,000 financial burden before the flood insurance kicks in on a 16-year-old girl.

I’ve had little to no contact with my aunt since I was kicked out of the house nearly 2 decades ago.

But I do keep in constant contact with my cousins. While I’m not going to divulge what I do for a living, I can say that I work with and for the Government. I’ve worked my a** off getting to where I’m at today. I’m known for being truthful, wise, and giving good advice when asked. Because of this, I often talk financially with my cousins, all of whom are money-smart and are doing well for themselves. They often then relay this information to their scheming mother who has no mind for business and investments. All that money she got from her house sale, her divorce settlement, her previous investments is pretty much gone. I spent YEARS planning on the perfect trap, and it took a long time to prepare everything to make sure everything appeared right.

I am not a lawyer, and I don’t pretend to know the law, but I do know the regulations and laws pertaining to insider information. This is not that. 100% certain of it, and if I ever go to court, I know my lawyer has a solid case in my defense. But is this a grey area? Most definitely. I let slip to my cousins about some future real estate plans near my aunt’s new area of living. It “may” be worth a lot more because of future development taking place in the area. All of that was true and backed up by what was in the newspaper and new construction signs that newly appeared on Google Maps (at the time).

The rest was fabricated by myself backed up by actual information I looked up on real estate websites and on projects I was working on through my work.

The telephone game takes place, and a few weeks later, I presume, my aunt starts making phone calls to real estate agents trying to buy lots of land in the undeveloped sh*tty area of her new house. Over the course of a few months to a half a year, she spends $300,000 of her last remaining savings on land hoping it will pay out when the area around it gets developed in the upcoming years.

Only, HUD/Government/City doesn’t have any plans to develop in those immediate areas. In fact, the analysis showed that building in those areas was poor planning and would cost the taxpayers twice to three times as much as the land was not environmentally sound.

It was best to build 6 miles away.

This post was long overdue because it’s been over 2 years since my aunt purchased land that is basically worthless. See, she won’t sell the land unless she gets at least the same price she paid for it because she’s the OWNER of that land. I can’t tell her what to do on her own land. Sweet karma strikes in a way I couldn’t possibly have foreseen.

My cousin informed me that the value of the land has decreased significantly because it’s not environmentally sound to build anything commercial there. But it’s zoned for commercial use. Currently, 3 of the 4 blocks of land she purchased are just weed farms next to eyesore abandoned buildings or industrial complexes.

Nobody can build on it and nor does anyone want to buy it. Sucks to be her!

The best part is, my cousins have absolutely no idea that I set them up for their mother to take the fall. These environmental results are relatively new and the perfect cover to say why the Project changed locations 6 miles away.” Limecherrry

6. Sleep With My Then-Girlfriend? Lose Your Job, Scholarship, And Home

“So, I’m a gay man, though it took me a long time to actually come to terms with it. During the time when I was questioning my *********, I was dating who I thought was a lovely girl. I’ll call her Jane.

I genuinely loved her and pictured us having a future together as we’d been dating for three years and had started to get pretty serious, even though we were only 18 when my “best friend” split us up.

You lot know what young love is like.

Anyway, the only other important people in this story are my ex-best friend James and my absolutely incredible boyfriend Alex.

James and I had been friends since we were about ten or eleven. and we got close, to the point that we felt more like brothers than best friends. He was really supportive of my relationship with Jane and would constantly talk about how glad he was that she made me happy. Though when I look back on it now, he had a habit of constantly talking about how gorgeous she was, how **** she was, and how I was such a lucky guy. I understand the last one, but he was a bit excessive when he talked about how attractive Jane was, but I was young and naive at the time and didn’t think anything of it.

That was, until I caught them. I noticed that they were both becoming pretty possessive over their phones, they’d randomly disappear claiming to be feeling ill or having to get some project done, and I know it sounds stupid, but I kept noticing that the condoms I was buying were going missing, I always liked to make sure we had enough for precautions.

I wound up going to Jane’s house one day when she’d bailed on me claiming to have a migraine. I was partly worried about her health and brought some painkillers, food, and some bottled water in case she genuinely did feel ill, but I also had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that she was lying to me.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I just knew.

Sure enough, when I let myself in with the spare key she’d given me, I found her in bed with James. I was heartbroken. The two people who I cared about most in the world and who I thought cared about me went behind my back like this. I was furious, we had a major argument, Jane begged me to listen to her whilst James yelled as me, and I eventually just stormed out.

I wanted to go and tell everyone what they’d done and shame them for it. But that’s where the problem arose. Remember at the start where I mentioned that I was questioning my *********? James knew about it.

Of course, he knew I’d never leave Jane to sleep with a bunch of guys, but he was fully aware that I’d figured out that I was attracted to guys and girls, more like just Jane in particular as I don’t really feel any attraction towards girls anymore. And he used this against me. He knew full well how terrified I was that my parents would disown me, and he made sure to remind me that if I didn’t keep my mouth shut then, my parents would find out. At the time this was absolutely terrifying though I now know that they accept me 100% and still love me. So, I kept my mouth shut.

I was stuck having to work with James at his father’s garage as I couldn’t come up with a way to explain how I was mad at him without letting everyone know what he did and risking getting outed to my parents.

Besides, I needed the money, and there weren’t a whole lot of other jobs I could apply for. Also, I really should mention that James was going out of his way to harass me at work, calling me a bunch of slurs whenever he got the chance, pushing me around, and just generally reminding me that he could tell my parents at any point.

I got really low at this point, and the only time I actually felt sort of content to just let myself relax and be myself was when I’d go to the local gay bars. There was one club in particular that I loved to go to, a drag club, where I met my boyfriend, Alex. He was a drag queen there and helped out behind the bar and stuff when he was needed.

To save any confusion, I’m just gonna use he/him pronouns for him, though they do switch when he’s in drag. We flirted for a few weeks before gradually becoming friends with benefits. He is amazing, and I know it sounds cheesy, but I was the happiest I’d ever been when he agreed to be my boyfriend.

But that’s skipping a little bit ahead. This revenge happened before we started dating, and we were still just friends who’d hook up every now and then. After a few months, I finally worked up the courage to open up to Alex about what happened with Jane and James, and that’s when an evil look fell over his face. See, Alex is the sweetest guy you could ever meet, but if you p*ss him off, he can and will turn into an evil genius.

Around this time, James had been bragging to me that the ladies loved him, and he could get any girl he wanted. I really doubt that. He’d always been kinda like this, but he upped the bragging in an attempt to annoy me. He also told me how any girl that I dated would leave me in an instant to sleep with him. So, Alex suggested we put that to the test.

Cue the revenge.

We started off small. See, James had given me his email address a few years prior and, just as I’d thought, he couldn’t be bothered to change it. So, I decided to be very generous and sign him up to a premium subscription to several gay p*rn websites and decided to be courteous and agree to receive emails about notifications, new offers, and other things he may be interested in, just to be nice and make sure he had some variety.

Oh, did I mention that this was the email address he allowed his father to use? Oops.

It cost me a fair bit of money, but I made sure that he got the best offers. Alex was more than happy to chip in to help me. It was worth it. When we were working in the garage, his dad stormed in and asked to speak to him. Now his dad didn’t really give a **** about his kid being gay, but he was mortified that his son would order this much p*rn and put in their “shared” email address. He genuinely thought for months that James was a s*x addict. We may have signed him up for a bit more than we thought.

I logged into the email after the first two weeks of him being signed up for the subscriptions, and he had well over one hundred emails about his accounts.

This is when, like we’d hoped, James started getting more aggressive. He’d barge into me, screw up my work to get me in trouble, and send me disgusting messages as well as threatening/insulting me in person. I took note of everything. I kept a notepad to log the dates and times of the incidents and kept a detailed description of everything he did, every insult, and every threat. I’d screenshot all the messages from him and record every insult and threat that he’d hurl at me on my phone. Alex helped me organize all of this onto files, and then we saved it all onto a hard drive.

This would be important for later. This is when we decided to move onto the next phase of our plan. The girlfriend. And no, not Jane. Also, I should mention that he and Jane split up only a couple of weeks after I found out about the affair. They were never gonna last.

See, Alex passes extremely well when he’s in drag, being ‘feminine’ already makes it a bit easier. His voice isn’t all that deep, and he can sometimes be mistaken for a girl with a slightly deeper voice. He usually exaggerates his makeup and clothing, but for this phase of the plan, we decided to get him to tone down the makeup slightly to make it appear more natural, and a mutual friend of ours took him aside and gave Alex some of her clothes to wear.

We then created a fake Facebook account for my new “girlfriend,” and Alex and I posted some cute couple photos on this account and my own personal Facebook account, posting all your usual lovey-dovey stuff that you see on couples social media, then we put our plan into action.

Alex would come to pick me up from work a couple days a week dressed as an extremely beautiful girl, if I do say so myself. We’d chat, hold hands, hug and kiss, and just generally act like a couple. James obviously noticed. He took the bait and began chatting to Alex when he was waiting for me to finish up and eventually wound up sending him (or our fake account) a friend request, which Alex was all too happy to accept.

It took a few weeks, but after a while of just talking about work, school, TV shows, and music, James finally started to edge his and Alex’s conversations into more ****** territory, which was exactly what we were looking for. Alex answered accordingly. He had tried to send Alex nudes hoping to get some in return, but we deleted those straight away. We thought that would be a little too far, even for this d*uche bag.

This continued for a few weeks until we had everything in place. Alex made sure to screenshot the messages and then we went ahead and changed the name of the Facebook account to Alex’s name and deleted the couple pictures on it. I sent the screenshots of the conversations with Alex to James’s friends.

They were petty accepting and usually were the ones to call James out when he was being an *****, *****and they took great pleasure in mocking James for it. The look on James’ face when his friends mentioned his “little boy toy” was absolutely priceless. I’m not sure he’ll ever live it down. The people he picked on at school even snapped back at him that he’s the one who was sexting another guy, so where the **** did he get off calling them a “f*ggot?” This p*ssed him off to no end as he knew that they were right, even if he hadn’t known Alex was a boy at the time.

James also had the sort of expected reaction and started sending Alex a bunch of hateful messages and threats, only helping our case as we’d screenshot the messages and add it to the folders on the hard drive.

Once I had what we thought was enough evidence, I decided to take it all to James’s dad (mine and James’s boss) and explained everything that was going on, from the cheating with Jane to the blackmail and threats, he just sat there and listened, allowing me to show him the proof I’d gathered. He did find the petty revenge with Alex in drag petty funny, but the rest of the time, his face was just kind of blank with a hint of anger in his eyes.

He thanked me for the information and went off to speak with his son. James got fired on the spot. I agreed not to go to the police as this could end up with some pretty bad press for his dad’s company, and his dad was a pretty cool guy.

I knew he was all talk, so there was no real threat of danger. I received an amazing reference from James’s dad for a job I desperately wanted and eventually got, no doubt helped by said reference.

James’s parents flipped out with him. They refused to give him his job back and made him go out and actually put in the effort to get and keep a job. He had gotten used to being able to slack off as his dad owned the place and “technically couldn’t fire him.” They also sold the car they’d been letting him use and told him to pay for a new one with his own money. It took him about two years to save up enough money to buy his new car.

It all eventually came out about James and Jane’s affair. As for the threats of outing me? Alex kindly reminded James that he had absolutely no proof of me doing anything whilst his friends all knew about the ****** messages James had sent him, you know, another guy. It would look like he was just pointing fingers because of a little petty revenge. James’s father had also assured me that my secret was safe with him. So, the threats of blackmail were now nonexistent.

James got into college on a scholarship and started hanging out with a bunch of other d*uche bags. I found out through a mutual friend that James was still a homophobic pr*ck at college and was terrorizing a couple of LGBT students as well as making disgusting threats against a lesbian girl in his class.

None of them wanted to do anything about this, however. Why? Because James had been lying to them and saying that his dad was one of the higher-ups in the college or something, I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention, and I can’t remember exactly who he said his father was, but it was enough to make these poor kids worry that they could be kicked out of college for speaking up about this.

I decided to lend a helping hand, with the help of our mutual friend. I emailed a bunch of the disgusting screenshots, recordings of some of the threats, and some of the homophobic/racist/sexist things he’d posted on his Facebook page, which he had deleted before the college could see them, to the higher-ups in the college.

They were not happy with what they saw. They eventually revoked his scholarship after a few of the students, with some encouragement, spoke up about the harassment and threats. I honestly have no clue why he turned out like this. His parents are absolutely lovely, open-minded people. It’s crazy.

James’s parents kicked him out after that. He stayed with his friends for a few months before he managed to get an apartment. Last I heard, he was working in a fast-food restaurant, working to get into another college. I genuinely hope he bettered himself and that he can do well in his life. Everyone’s capable of change, right?

I’d also like to clarify that I didn’t care all that much about getting back at Jane because, yes, she did have the affair, but I was getting some revenge on James for the blackmail and threats that came after it.

Jane had showed me proof that she’d tried to prevent James from blackmailing me and told him to just let it go. If they’d both just stopped speaking to me after the affair then this whole thing wouldn’t have happened. I’d have been hurt and maybe a little awkward at work, but I wouldn’t have went out of my way to get back at him.

Though, I did fill Jane’s mother in on what actually happened and sent her some screenshots where Jane admitted to the affair. This was after I found out that she had told her mother that I was the one who cheated with a bunch of guys and girls, instead of the “we just grew apart” version that we’d agreed to tell our parents.

From what I heard her mother was not all that pleased with her. I also sent a few of the texts where she admitted to having an affair with her new boyfriend. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy to find out that he, an “abusive ex,” was actually just an ex who she’d cheated on. They’re still together from what I heard, so all I can say to that guy is, good luck, my dude.

I eventually did end up coming out to my parents, and they were surprisingly supportive, which was amazing, and Alex and I got together a year or two after these events, and we’re still very much in love.” concerned_gay_dude

5. Try To Milk Me For Money Over A Mistake? Cool, Take Me To Court Then

“I figure it’s my turn to tell my revenge story.

So, it’s been about 4 years since this happened. I was about 18 at the time, working for a security company. There were constant call-offs and no shows, have no idea why. But being so young and naive, I was constantly working 16-hour shifts and not coming home until 8 am. Also, I lived with my father at the time.

The time frame of this was around the 4th of July. I finally had a day off, and my best friend was back in town for vacation. We decided to get together and chip in on some good ol’ American fireworks. To be fair, I have had nothing but bad experiences with fireworks, so I had no idea how this would be any different.

We got home with the fireworks, and we laid them all out on the floor: Sparklers, Bottle Rockets, Cakes, and Roman Candles. I say, “Why don’t we mess around with some sparklers since it’s still not dark yet.” Great idea! We go into my backyard, where it hasn’t rained in well over 2 months, and it is extremely dry. You see the problem here?

One of the little sparkies from mine and my friend’s sparkler made contact with the ground and made two small fires that quickly spread to a large area. I ran as fast as I could to grab the garden hose and quickly started spraying down the fire. It was no use; it was spreading faster than I could spray it.

I handed my friend the hose and called 911. What felt like hours was only 4 minutes, and the fire was spreading to the neighbor’s fence. The neighbor came outside, and they were fairly calm to grab their hose and spray down the fence, along with the dead grass in her yard.

The fire department shows up finally, and I tell my friend, “Only one of us needs to get in trouble. You should leave.” He was reluctant to leave because he felt equally responsible, but I convinced him. I didn’t want him to get in trouble and have to drop out of college.

My neighbor was super chill about the entire situation at first. I told her that we could talk about replacing the fence and get some quotes to repair it.

She was just super grateful that everyone was okay. About 2 hours after the fire, the arson/fire investigator came to question me about the fire. I told him the “truth.” I said I was in the backyard by myself playing with fireworks and accidentally lit the ground on fire. I had gotten off that day without being hit by any charges and was commended for being honest.

Here is where it goes downhill very fast.

About a week later, I get a knock on the door from the neighbor. I opened the door and she handed me 2 pieces of paper for me to look at. There was a quote for the fence valued at around $4,000 and an estimate for lawn-care valued around $6,000.

These were really shady and just typed out on a Microsoft word document (no logo or company name). She then adds, “I will also be having you pay my water bill for 3 months because the new yard will need lots of water.”

Now, the fence this woman had before was raggedy and falling apart. Her yard? Dead grass, weeds everywhere, never mowed it. Now looking at this paper, she wants a mahogany fence and a brand new back yard with flowers and trimmed hedges?

I said, “I need to get an estimate myself; this doesn’t feel right.” She says, “Remember, you agreed to replace my fence, and a real man keeps promises.” I shut the door and called my dad to tell him about what just happened.

He flipped the *** out and told me, “Son, don’t you give that sl*t a single dime.” He gives me the number to his handyman and tells me to take care of it.

The next day, I had the guy come out for an estimate, and the neighbor ran outside flailing her arms, “I did not give you permission to get an estimate on my fence.” Technically, it separates the property line, so it’s both of our fences. She calls the cops on me for having a contractor, and they ultimately can’t do a single thing because I’m on my property. He quickly finishes the estimate off at $1,200.

I also knew a guy who did lawn care from my time working at the grocery store.

He estimated the lawn re-seeding while she was away from the house to be about $800. After I get these estimates, I give copies to the woman, and she is having none of it. “I don’t know these people. I don’t want them near my house. They’re probably really sh*tty contractors.” I said, “No, I know them personally. They are really nice people and do great work.” She shut the door in my face, and I went on my way.

I ended up working a 16-hour shift that night and got home at 8 am, and this woman comes knocking on my door at 9 am and demanded I speak to her. I explained, “I would really love to do this, but I just got home, and I have to be back at work in less than 5 hours.

I need to sleep.” She goes, “What kind of lazy a**hat sleeps in until 2 pm?”

At this point, I had about lost it and told her, “You can either accept my $2,000 for my quotes or kiss my a** and get nothing.” She stood there for a while with her mouth gaped open, but she accepted my offer and planned to meet down at the notary the next morning. I spent that night after I got off work writing a contract and gathering the $2,000 in cash.

The next morning, I wake up and grab this contract to meet down at the notary. I was thrilled to finally be done with this broad and never speak to her again. I waited for her for over 3 hours, and she didn’t show up.

I get a call from her saying, “I’m sorry, the $2,000 isn’t enough. I’m having my guys start work on this project, and you will be paying me the full price.” Oh really?

After that, I did not say a single word to her, and I watched for a few months as these guys turned her backyard into an oasis, complete with a small pond, brand new sod and flowers, the whole 9 yards. Come to find out, she had plans to remodel these things for a long time and was just waiting for the opportunity to go through with it. Also in this time, she used her remodel funds to go on a trip to Hawaii. You know how I found out about this? She was bragging about it on the neighborhood Facebook group and didn’t know I was in it.

I have a different Facebook name than my real name.

Are you ready for the revenge?

Now 4 months after the fire and all the remodels, I get served papers to go to court for $10,300. At 18-years-old, I’m having to hire a lawyer to work my case. When we finally do get into court, I lay everything out: the quotes, being harassed multiple times, not showing up after agreeing to a deal, not wanting me to get my own quotes (required by law, by the way), and her bragging about screwing me out of money, and I have proof of all of this.

The judge looked at her and said, “Ma’am, with all do respect, you’re out of your mind. Not only did this young man tell the truth of what happened, he offered to pay you more than he was supposed to.

Your lawn was already dead before the fire occurred; therefore, he is only responsible for the fence of $1,200. I will also deduct from this his lawyer fees,” ($800). So, I burned this woman’s fence down, and all I’m having to give her is $400? Cool.

She took a huge financial loss from this. Sot sure how much the Hawaii trip cost her, but she was in serious debt. She ended up having to sell the house because of it and moved into a smaller house. Haven’t heard anything from her since.” tbirdkamikaze

4. Fiance Cheats And Deals The Ultimate Form Of Ghosting

This man is the king of going ghost.

“I thought I had met the perfect woman. We met in the last year of college.

We met at a party and hit it off instantly. She was a beautiful blonde with sunkissed skin, and she could have been a model. (Think Kate Upton type figure.) She was kind, compassionate, sympathetic, a good listener, and had an active life with many friends. She liked my friends, and it was awesome over the three years we knew each other in how our friend groups merged. Several of our friends began dating each other. It was some of the best times of my life.

I was on for a post-grad in finance, and she had a degree in contractual law. This is just to say we ended up being successful in our own rights.

But I’m no slouch in the looks department either.

5′ 11″, 190 lbs, and liked the gym. I wasn’t a super athlete, but let’s just say I was built. But I was/am very shy and didn’t have a lot of prior relationships prior to meeting her.

The first evening we met, we were smitten. The first night, we talked all night. Then it went to texting/phone calls daily, then dates weekly, then after a year (when I started working my new job), she moved in. I loved her family, and her family loved me (mostly her mother as her father was standoffish – as he was to everyone). It was a whirlwind romance.

After two and a half blissful years of overseas vacations, hiking trips, and luxury vacations, I proposed to her.

She said YES! I was over the moon. She was doing all the planning for the wedding. We were talking about our futures together, buying a house, children, and family trips that we were going to take together and all such things like that.

Then it happened. One evening after we both get home to our apartment, she is a little distant. I think I noticed it right away as we were always very affectionate towards each other. This would only happen about once a week for the first month (after the proposal), then it was more frequent. I would have been none the wiser except that I used to listen to a lot of Reddit on YouTube. So, I waited and observed.

These bouts of ignoring me would only last a couple of hours, then she would be right back to normal. But after six months (wedding in a year), she was like this almost every night.

S*x was still great. Relationship with her parents still great, but over Thanksgiving at her parents’ home in Louisville, Kentucky (we lived just north of DC), she was standoffish towards me in front of her mother.

Now, her mother was a very observant woman. She pulled her daughter aside to talk to her, and I could hear them arguing. After some heated but muffled words, they returned to the rest of the family and carried on like nothing was going on. I figured I could ask her about it later and did.

She was not willing to talk about it and asked me to wait until we were home to discuss it. I agreed as I loved her deeply and thought we could work through anything.

Her mother was an older version of her, same stunning looks (just a few grays in her long thick blonde hair). This is important later.

Back home, I asked her about it, and she was unwilling to discuss it. When pressed on it for a week, she finally confessed that a guy at her work was trying to get to know her better. She wanted to be forthcoming, so she showed me her phone, and as I looked through it, I noticed that all the texts that would have happened during the times she was withdrawing from me were removed.

There was nothing untoward in the texts. But I did go into her phone settings and turned on her locator on her phone as we shared the same phone plan. And I honestly thought it would make me see that she was not doing anything wrong.

Was I wrong. That second weekend after Thanksgiving, she had a company Christmas party. I had planned on going but came down with food poisoning and had to back out. She had a girlfriend pick her from our apartment as they planned on drinking a lot a had a designated driver for the evening. We had planned on going out all night, so I told her to have a blast, and I would see her in the morning.

So, as I’m puking my guts out and barely able to get off the toilet for more than thirty minutes, I grabbed my phone and watched her location. First, it was a restaurant, then the venue of the company party, then a bar. None of this alarmed me until I saw her phone stop in a downtown hotel. At this point, I was miserable in more ways than three. Projectile vomiting out my butt, mouth, and now soul. I finally fell asleep due to sheer exhaustion at 2 AM. At 7 AM, I awoke and saw she was still at the hotel.

At noon, she finally comes home, and I am on the mend. She loves me up, and I asked her about the previous night without mentioning anything about knowing her locations.

She talks about the restaurant, party, the bar, but then says she went to her girlfriend’s house to crash for the evening. – first lie.

For the next three months, she has to start working later and later three to four days a week. As I start asking her about it, she becomes more and more defensive. I talked to her mom one evening when my fiancé didn’t come home until late. I asked her mom about the Thanksgiving conversation, and she admitted to me that she thought her daughter might be stepping out of our relationship because of how she read her body language. She also said that her daughter was being more and more distant with her in their weekly texting conversations.

With all this speculation that was going on in my mind, I kept it to myself. Two weeks later at work, I ended up getting a new project at my company that was going to require me to fly to the midwest Monday through Friday for the next five weeks starting in two weeks. It came with an increase in salary, and as I broke the news to my fiancé, she was delighted for me. I didn’t think, though, that she was excited for the same reasons I was.

So, I went online and ordered four motion-activated spy cameras for my apartment. I put one in the living room/entry area, one in the kitchen, one in our bedroom, and one looking down our hallway.

They were very small and connected to the internet via a hidden network, so they couldn’t be spotted on the WiFi network. I secured the cams with a password and waited.

On my first week out, she had girlfriends over the first two nights and never worked late once. The third night, a guy came over. I was enraged. I’m sitting there in my hotel room screaming at the monitor and calling her every name in the book. Then they went all the way – first on the couch, then in our bed. She bent for ways for him that I didn’t know were possible. What was the worst was as I am watching them get it on, I call her to see how her day went.

She hears her phone ringing and holds her hand up for him to stop doing her from behind and answers the call. I ask why she is breathing heavy and said she was at the gym working out. As soon as the call is over she goes right back to doing the dirty.

When I got home Friday evening, I ignored her and went right to bed, and early Saturday got up and went cycling. I was so upset that I didn’t even realize that I biked over fifty miles from our apartment. The furthest I had biked before was thirty miles. But that day, I went 105.6 miles. Getting back absolutely exhausted me. I showered. Then she and I went out that evening and had fun with our friends and had A LOT to drink.

(Is it breakup s*x when the one you’re going to break up with is oblivious?)

I was bursting inside. Heartbreak, anger, rage feelings of betrayal all swirled around in my heart and mind. She, who used to be so attentive was oblivious to all this. It hurt so much because I loved her so much.

I finally confided in one of our mutual friends, and he told me that they all knew about it for months! I was finally told – they all felt sorry for me, but no one again said a d*mn thing to me, which is why they stopped inviting us out with them. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I could look back and see that about three months prior they gradually invited us/me less and less.

So, I figured I would try and win her back. The next weekend, I planned the entire weekend as a complete weekend of spoiling her in every way. Wined and dined, pampering, massages, rubs, and talking to her about future plans and about how much I loved her. I knew I was starting to break through when after her fourth glass of wine, she started to cry, and I could tell the guilt was coming up to the surface.

I asked her what was wrong, but she would choke up every time she tried to speak. I then told her that if she did something in her past or was having some kind of conflict in her mind that she needed to speak to me about, that I was more than willing to talk with her about it, and if forgiveness was needed, then I was more than willing to forgive and move on.

The only words that came out of her mouth in her was how much she loved me.

It actually hurt to hear that from her as I now had four separate videos of her and the other guy in our apartment getting it on.

Over the next eight weeks of traveling to the midwest (the trips lasted for what would be ten weeks), I recorded over 41 hours of her having s*x with what I found out was her coworker. She never worked late once while I was gone.

I tried every weekend to be extra attentive and each week she got more and more distant. After watching this for eight weeks, I was done, so I devised a 12 step getaway plan.

1. Gather evidence.

2. Get her out of the way in order to execute my plan – I scheduled a two-week exclusive getaway trip for us at an all-inclusive resort Barbados. She was ecstatic. Then a week before the trip, I claimed I had to back out and told her to take a friend. (I knew it was over when she showed no disappointment that I couldn’t go.) She scheduled her coworker to go with her.

3. Terminate our apartment lease. (It would expire three days into her trip, and I was the sole signature on the lease.)

4. Find a job in another town. (The company I had been assisting in the midwest had offered me a job at with a slight increase in salary.)

5. Find a new place to live. (I got an apartment in the above-said location.)

When she is gone, perform the following:

6. Take her to the airport, go back home, and pack all her things (same day).

7. Get a new phone number/phone/email. Cancel all social media. Saturday.

8. Separate us completely in regard to finances. (Withdrew all monies from our joint accounts and then closed them. I put all her money in an envelope and packed it in her things.) Monday.

9. Have the movers pack all my things up and ship it west. Monday.

10. Take all her things to her mother’s house 600 miles away. All my fiancé’s belongings fit into the back and bed of my F-250 crew cab. Monday.

11. Give her mother the evidence.

Tuesday through Saturday.

12. Start my new life.

I didn’t want to do anything that was illegal, so I made sure that nothing of hers was missing. It was so hard to pack all her stuff nice and neatly away. I never cried so hard in my life.

I have read so many times on Reddit about significant others saying they will never do it again when caught, but they don’t stop. My hope was that she would genuinely confess, so we could forgive and move on. She never did. Twice, she came really close, but her secret was too hard for her to reveal.

Tuesday morning, I left our apartment north of DC for the last time. It took ten hours to get to her mom’s house.

What happened when I got there, I was not prepared for.

I arrived at her mom’s house at around eight in the evening. I figured she would be surprised to see me since I was coming down unannounced. Since they lived in a gated community, I had to buzz her house from the front gate, so she was waiting for me outside when I drove up.

I could tell that she had been crying when I walked up to see her. I asked her what was wrong, and she hugged me balling that she thought her husband was cheating on her with a much younger, skinnier, and prettier woman. Dumbfounded, I just held her for what was probably ten minutes. She soaked my right shoulder with her tears and snot.

When she finally composed herself, I asked if we could go in and talk. We went in, and I asked where her husband was, and she indicated that he said he was going fishing with his buddies at a remote cabin an hour away. Then she said, “He hates fishing!” She gave me all the indications that she had picked up on, and apparently, it had been going on for about a year.

So, doing a little bit of research, we found a credit card hold charge for a 5-star hotel that was only twenty minutes away. On-call later, we confirmed her husband was, in fact, there for a four-night stay cheating with his mistress.

“Two peas in a pod,” I said. “What?” she responded.

“Two peas in a pod,” I said again. “Your husband is cheating on you, and your daughter is cheating on me. That’s why I came here to drop her stuff off and move to XXXX.”

I showed her the evidence in a binder on screen captures I had made. After looking at the first three or four pages, she looked at me dumbfounded. We both hugged and cried for a good thirty minutes. At that point, she said stop crying and looked at me and said, “Well, tonight there is nothing we can do about it except for you and I to knock out these three bottles of Moscato and *** in every room of the house.”

She grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of Moscato wine and walked out to their private pool deck saying, “Are you coming out here, or are you going to get ****** revenge?”

Now I won’t go into much detail but that night and for the next three days, we ***ed non-stop.

I put myself in every hole her beautiful body could offer.

After those days were over, we passionately said goodbye, and I drove to my new destination.

She kept me informed as to everything that happened when now ex-fiancé got back.

The day fiancé got back was epic. I canceled my phone the morning of the day she got back. So, when the plane landed, and she called for a ride, it indicated the phone was disconnected. She apparently had her lover take her home. He dropped her off and left. When she came to the door, a strange couple (new tenants) answered the door, and she freaked out. I can’t tell you how many times she tried to call me because again the number was no longer valid.

She went to her girlfriend’s to stay for a time as her coworker was already married.

When she called her mom in a panic, her mom told her that I had come down and dropped off all her things and mentioned that all her monies were down there as well (600 miles away). Her mom didn’t tell her that she had f*cked me more in three days than fiancé and I had in the last six months. But she did tell her that she knew that she was cheating on me, and I said I had found a new job, place to stay, a and new career far away from her and all the “friends” we had. And that her mother was separating from her father due to infidelity.

Apparently she cried for days and took a week off of work. But alas, she found comfort in the arms of her married lover.

Her mom never let her know where I was at. I had completely cut off that part of my life. The only link I had to that old life was fiancé’s mom. And she has kept our secret to this day.

Fiancé was ghosted the mosted!!” Gotridof

Update:

“Here is a little bit of the aftermath that happened.

As for the timing of the events that let me leave her… A lot of it was extremely fortunate timing for the lease ending, the job search success, and the phone plan ending. Things could have gone down much differently had any of those things been different.

AFTERMATH:

My ex-fiance’s mother (EFM) kept in touch with me for several months afterward since we had a mutual loss of relationships and shared in revenge of sorts against our significant others.

However, neither of our respective significant others found out what happened between EFM and I.

EFM eventually came out to see me after seven months in my new location. But much to many of you guys’ disappointment – we only talked. We both actually regretted what we had done together but acknowledged that it was in the past and in the heat of the moment (days of heat and moments).

She said that her daughter knew that she (EFM) knew where I was and was very upset that she would not divulge my location.

EFM asked if she could tell ex-fiance where I was and give her a way to contact me. But I asked that she not tell her as I was in my new life.

EFM and I talked extensively about the possibility of her and her significant other staying together and work it out. EFM said her husband was extremely remorseful and came clean on everything. EFM said it was a lot to take in and had asked him what HE was going to do to earn back her trust. He gave her all his digital passwords and let her see everything he had ever done to hurt their marriage. EFM ended up being very angry but recognized that he was actually trying to repair the marriage.

EFM said her forgiveness to him would come in time, but the trust would take longer.

What caused him to snap back into reality was that she confronted him about the affair and showed him the evidence of what his daughter had done to me. Also, EFM was an amazing woman in every way imaginable. She also stated that if he went outside the marriage, then she would be allowed to do so again.

He picked up on the “again” phrase and asked her what she meant. She told him that as soon as she found out he was cheating that she f*cked the first eligible guy she found. He was devastated. EFM said they cried a lot and agreed to separate for a short time to give each other time to articulate their thoughts and see if they both wanted to fight for the marriage.

Eventually, they went to marriage counseling and are still together as of May 2020.

As for ex-fiance… Well, she was devastated by what I had done to her. When she finally went to her parents to gather her things, she was shown the evidence of the affair and was extremely embarrassed. EFM had to edit the binder so that when her father saw it, he would not see pictures a father should not see of his daughter. Regardless, ex-fiance was crushed.

She did not find out that her mother had my contact information until months later. My ex begged her mother for my information, and it put quite the strain on their relationship, but her mother also told her that if she had tried to find and/or contact me that all the evidence would be released forever on the internet by me.

(This insistence of ex-fiance to divulge my information is what prompted her to come and see me.)

She was also upset about her parents having trouble in their marriage. According to EFM, my ex-fiance was depressed for several months and sought counseling. She had immediately broke off the affair with her coworker once she returned from her parents’ place in Louisville, KY and looked to find a new place of employment.

Recently (December 2019), I found out that she was married and has two beautiful twin daughters with a stand-up guy and still lives in the DC area (according to EFM). She now worked from home and was loving her new life.

I’m glad that she was able to right her foundering ship and have a happy start in life again.

I recently destroyed all the incriminating evidence I had on my ex-fiance as I didn’t want to be “that guy” who would hold her hostage for the rest of her life. I did ask EFM to let my ex-fiance know this. If I had been on the potential receiving end of that information bomb, then it would have caused me many sleepless nights.

As for myself, well, let’s just say I am satisfied with my current life. EFM and I talked every few months initially, but now we talk once/maybe twice a year. Usually, it’s a short note updating each other on life’s little changes.

The only question that remains unanswered for me is that if EFM and her husband were able to repair their marriage – would it have been possible for ex-fiance and I to have repaired ours? But I never gave it the chance.

One can only speculate. Our lives are on vastly different plains now.” Gotridof

3. Grab Me? No More Job Or Child Custody For You

“To start off, I want to clarify that I went way overboard, and at the time this story took place, I was at a bad spot in my life, but I do not regret what I did in any way.

So, about 4 years ago, I was working as a Certified Nurses Aide. (I later lost my job for unrelated reasons and never went back into the field for other reasons.) While I was there, I was one of 4 who would train the new people. This is only relevant as the person this involves, who will be called John, was one of the guys I trained at our facility.

John, for the most part, was easy to get along with but had a temper, and everyone was aware of it. What I didn’t know at the time was that he was also fighting for custody of his child.

One day, about a year into him working there, he had messed up some charting. No big deal, I fixed it and corrected him on his mistake. He, at first, was confused, but I just explained that he might have gotten the charting numbers mixed up, and it was no problem.

Now for reference, we did our charting paper-style at the desk located between two of the halls, and occasionally, our residents (patients) would be sitting in front of it while chatting with us.

As most of them were dementia care, they never really remembered what would be said, but regardless, we never talked about anyone by name, only room number or chart number.

About an hour after this, I got done cleaning up from a resident shower, and he came in the shower room and asked to talk to me. Sure, that’s fine as it was a private area. He made mention that he didn’t appreciate me correcting him in front of people. It made sense, so I apologized and told him it wouldn’t happen again. I don’t know where I went wrong, but he started getting loud about how it was his hall and no one had the right to talk to him like that.

Now I’m p*ssed.

I told him that we don’t have hall leads at our facility nor does any nursing home I have seen, excluding maybe our nurses, who are in charge. And, two, I have been here for years longer than him, and apparently, nothing I said while training him stuck.

This didn’t sit well with him. He proceeded to pin me to the wall of the shower room with his arm across my throat and hand holding my shirt. As he held me there, he told me if I ever talked to him like that again, he was reporting me to state for HIPAA violations.

Now HIPAA is not something I take lightly. One slip up could cost you everything in this field with a HIPAA violation.

I was red with anger. My thing is, I’m double this guy’s size and didn’t want to lose my job for fighting with a coworker. (The place was terrible, but I enjoyed helping the residents.) So, I started thinking and immediately had an idea.

If there was one thing I knew, it was that the only thing worse for your license that a HIPPA violation was elder abuse. So, I started my scheme. We had a man on our hall who had brain damage from football, and as such, was highly combative and took two people to normally handle him. I was able to do him on my own generally as I talked to him about football while taking care of him.

(I played defensive line in high school.)

That day, he had developed a bruise on his chest, and I had no clue where it came from, but I had where I was going to say it came from down. I immediately called in John to help my transfer this resident to bed. As we got done and went into the hall, I, saying it just loud enough for several CNAs and nurses to hear, stated, ” I don’t care why you did it, you never hit a patient!” He was taken aback by this whole statement. It clicked after about 5 seconds what I just did to him.

The nurses had me write a statement, in which I mentioned I had asked if he knew where that new bruise came from and John told me that while he was walking the resident to the bathroom, he kept squeezing his arm, so he hit him in the chest.

(Yes, the guy would squeeze arms and wrists when being walked.)

The next day, I came in and found out that John lost his job and police and Adult Protective Services were pressing charges on him. I don’t know if he was found guilty or not.

I did find out a few weeks later, however, that he not only lost his license, but he also lost complete custody of his child to his ex-wife and got no visitation. On top of that, he had to sell everything he owned in order to pay for his lawyer.

Needless to say, I could have been a little fairer with him, but I loved watching his life burn down around him. Let it be learned: don’t grab or threaten people who can ruin your life with the drop of a hat.” Reddit user

Another User Comments:

“This guy sounds unhinged…. I’m personally glad you took away his child because what would’ve happened if the kid corrected him in public? Or talked back? What if a patient did that?

He honestly sounded like a bomb waiting to go off and I’m glad he’s not in healthcare anymore.” chabbiedabbie

2. Bully Co-Worker Gets Fired

“Firstly, I’d like to start by saying I am in no way ****phobic.

I respect everyone’s choices, and I still don’t understand why people have such a problem with others being gay.

When I was about 18, I used to work in a small factory for an engineering firm as an apprentice and had to work with this real piece of *** guy. Let’s call him Kevin. For some reason, Kevin would find great joy by picking on me all the time at work. He would wait until it was just me and him alone and then call me out for being gay.

Note: I am not gay and had a girlfriend at the time!

However, that didn’t matter to him. He would stroll right over to my desk and call me all these awful names like f*ggot, ****, c*ck sucker, etc., plus other words/names that are too disgusting to say.

He would get right in my face and try his best to get a response from me, but I would just keep my head down and keep working.

Even though I ignored him, he made me feel really crap. I began hating going into work. I started coming up with excuses for not coming in. I did this so often that HR had to have a meeting with me, and I was given an official warning. I was a shy, small guy and didn’t have the confidence to say anything.

This was ongoing for months, and one day, he went too far. I was working on a design for a product from my work laptop and left the factory for lunch. When I got back, he had deleted all my work files and replaced them with screenshots of gay p*rn.

The second I sat back down on my desk and noticed, Kevin ran up behind me and called everyone over to show them what I was supposedly looking at on my laptop. He pulled my arms back behind my chair, holding me in place, and everyone came over and started laughing at me. My boss even came over! My idiot boss believed Kevin, and I was given a warning letter about my work behavior and another official warning!

I had enough and plotted my revenge.

The idea I came up with was to send Kevin a package and have him open in front of everyone.

You see Kevin collected “rare” DVD’s and would have them shipped to the companies address. He would then gather everyone around his desk to show them what he had bought no matter what the package.

So, I told my mother my plan (she knew what Kevin had done to me at this point), and she was in. I went online and ordered some extremely embarrassing stuff. I had them sent to my mother (she lived on the other side of the country), and she would send them to my workplace in Kevin’s name. I did this so the package would be stamped in a different city making it look like it was ordered somewhere else.

Anyway, the day came when the package arrived. Kevin announced for everyone to come over to see his new DVD. Everyone came over and watched as Kevin opened the box. I stood at the back as I knew what was coming. Kevin stuck his hand in the box and pulled out a huge pink Mankini (the one Borat wore) and a********! Kevin’s face went sheet white, then everyone burst out laughing! The whole staff were bent over in laughter! Some dropping to the floor crying in laughter!

The staff started saying stuff like, “Is that for your weekend, Kevin?” and “Is that for your other collection?”

I was laughing so much that I couldn’t breathe!

Kevin ran out of the room, and we all descended on the box.

Besides the Mankini and********, there was a note. Now, this was the cherry on top all thanks to my mother. One of the office staff took out the note and read it out loud, this is what it said.

“Hello Keviepoo69, because you are one of our most loyal customers, we have decided to send you some free gifts to thank you for your years of loyalty to our brand. We hope you enjoy them! All the best from the team at OutOfTheCloset.com”

Well, this just sent us all tumbling to the floor with laughter! I had no idea my mother would do that! Just typing it out now makes me laugh!

After we all regained our composure, the head of HR came down and asked me to come up for a meeting.

I entered one of the meeting rooms, and there was Kevin, the head of HR, my boss, and the director of the company.

For the next hour, Kevin tried to convince them that I had sent him the package. I protested saying the package was stamped on the other side of the country, so how could I have sent it! The head of HR asked Kevin why he thought I sent the package. He said, “Because I always call him a…” then he stopped his sentence. I turned to him and said, “Yeah, tell them what you always call me. Tell them the names you like to call me every day. Tell them how you single me out and bully me! Tell them about the **** you have put me through!”

The room got quiet; Kevin was told to leave while they have a chat with me.

I proceeded to tell them about what Kevin was doing to me and how long it had gone on for. I told them about the names he called me and what he had done with my laptop.

When I was finished, they all thanked me for being honest and said they would investigate my claims further.

I was asked one more time if I had sent the package. I said I didn’t and that it may have been a mate of mine because I had told my friends what had been going on. But it had nothing to do with me, and I had no say in it.

So, an investigation did happen. They found out that Kevin was indeed bullying me and other younger staff members and apprentices in the firm.

He had been doing this since the day he started working there.

He was fired.

Good! I don’t feel any regret for what I did. He was a 50-year-old man that still acted like a child. If he can’t grow up, then he can’t work with adults.

Years later on my last day of work, I was asked by the director of the company if I had indeed sent that package to Kevin. I just smiled, winked, and said “Nope, but my mother didn’t like Kevin very much.”

I can now say I am a confident, happy extrovert. I don’t stand for any bullying behavior anymore and always stick up for myself and the people around me. As for Kevin, well, I hope he has improved his attitude and has grown up.” theaflair

1. Steal My Parking Spot? Get Your Lexus Caught On Fire

And you thought it was an exaggeration… Nope.

“While not as nuclear as some stories I’ve read, proportionate to the “crime” I’d say this counts.

Year 2000. I’m living in a crappy apartment over a storefront, so parking was limited. Now, this was the middle of winter, and I didn’t have a car at that period in my life, but my girlfriend at the time did. She was coming over in a couple of hours, and finding parking on the street is a gamble, so I wanted to dig out a parking spot for her out of the snowbank in the alley behind my building.

I didn’t own a snow shovel, so using a hammer, old plastic ice cream bucket, and my bare hands, I dug out a chunk about 3m by 2m by 2m to make room for her to park.

I don’t know if you can appreciate how much snow that is, but it was a LOT of work, especially considering my lack of proper equipment. This isn’t freshly fallen snow either, this a snowbank packed by a plow. Practically ice. But whatever, we do crazy things for love, right? But apparently, I had too much faith in humanity. I thought the cardboard sign I left in the newly-cleared parking spot that said, “I spent an hour and a half digging this out for someone specific–please do not park here,” would be enough.

Nope. Wouldn’t be writing this if it had been. Naturally, some thunderc*nt of a Lexus owner threw the sign in the dumpster and stole the spot. (I remember it was red.

I was gonna post a link to a pic of a car that resembles, but it’s kind of irrelevant anyway. I hadn’t told my girlfriend about my plan to dig out the parking spot, mostly because I didn’t want to look like a wuss if it was too much work and I gave up. So, I just stewed on it, imagining all the things I could do.

My girlfriend ended up finding a spot on the street a block away, and we had a good evening anyway. She had to work the next day, so she took off around 2 am, and I stayed up until maybe around 4 am.

The car was still there, and I was still p*ssed. By this time, all the bars were closed, the neighbors were asleep, and the streets were quiet.

I couldn’t ask for a better opportunity to ruin someone’s ***. I went outside with a bottle of anhydrous isopropanol I kept around as a solvent, doused the car’s tires, and set them on fire. I nabbed the cardboard sign from the dumpster and used it to quickly scrape the snow and cover my tracks, then took it back inside with me. No point leaving evidence behind.

Over the course of the next few minutes, I heard BANG…..KAPOW….BLAM….BOOOM…as the tires burst one by one. I had honestly expected the whole car to go up in flames, but each burst was apparently forceful enough to put out each individual tire, as well as blast out a sizeable divot in the snowpack.

Nothing happened until the next day, but police were eventually called.

They were knocking on doors, asking if anyone saw something. Nope, sorry, must’ve slept right through it. Good luck officer. Hope you catch the guy.

I turned on my police scanner to keep tabs on things, mostly out of fear of getting caught. But there were no witnesses, and I learned the owner only had liability insurance. What kind of idiot buys a Lexus but not full coverage? I would soon find out.

When I went outside to survey my handiwork under the guise of taking out the trash and being a curious resident, oh man, yeah, that guy was gonna need to get his WHOLE car resprayed. The car looked fine structurally, but I did probably more than 2 grand worth of cosmetic damage, not to mention needing 4 new tires.

I also got a look at the guy who owned the car, and the image I had created in my head of what a person would look like that would so unapologetically steal someone’s hard work…was completely accurate. He was a grade-A, first-class, board-certified, textbook d*uchebag. Orange fake tan, way too much hair product, leather pants…weapons-grade d*uchery, a decade before Jersey Shore was a thing.

I regret nothing.

Never saw that car again. Got away scot-free.” m31td0wn

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