People Share Their Most Famous Tale of Revenge

Why is it that we enjoy seeing or hearing about people in pain? I don’t think it’s because we’re heartless sociopaths who genuinely enjoy watching others suffer for no apparent reason but mainly because we believe that they deserve the pain they’re going through. That’s pretty much what the whole concept of revenge has been founded upon. Through getting revenge, we intentionally put someone through pain because we believe it’s justified and that it will help them learn from their mistakes. Getting revenge is pretty much the perfect way to negatively reinforce someone’s behavior.

If you’re like the great chunk of people who love hearing stories about people getting the payback they deserve, you’re right where you need to be. I’ve collected several lengthy revenge stories for you to enjoy in your spare time below.

11. Lean Back and Get A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

“This may seem small, but it was the most satisfying thing I have ever done.

When I was in the seventh grade I sat behind a jerk who hated me and enjoyed being annoying. Every single ******* day he would lean back in his chair and hit the front of my desk, over and ever again.

If I was trying to write something, he would do it even harder. So one day I decided enough was enough, and in the middle of a lesson, he started again. So I waited, and right as he was leaning his chair back fast, trying to knock my desk hard, I pulled it back.
Without my desk behind him, his chair tipped right over and he hit the ground hard.

I can still clearly remember him whispering ‘you ****’* beneath the laughter of the whole class and the teacher yelling at him to get up.

The look on his face was a mixture of shock, embarrassment and pure rage as he looked up at me from the floor. ******* never messed with me again.” walkingdisaster

10. Steal A Wedding Dress From An Underprivileged Woman? She’ll Destroy Your Big Day

She completely deserved very bit of this revenge.

“I (F48) have known “Pat” (F48) for decades. As far as I can remember, she was fixated on having 5 children and a picket fence dream life.

I slowly cut ties with her in college because she was an opportunist and I didn’t trust her.
She is both manipulative and forceful. Her idea of cute rubs me the wrong way. Pat likes to walk like a penguin when she wants to elicit pity, and she usually does this when she wants to evoke the underdog narrative. I’ve never seen someone act so despicable and ridiculous at the same time.

I moved on with my life.

Happily got rid of her for years. Pat eventually found me on Facebook. I accepted her friend request out of politeness.
Pat has become the epitome of a permissive mother. Her (5) kids do as they please and she never calls them out. She tried to force a relationship between me and her daughters and made them call me Auntie. Pat tried to drop them at my house uninvited. Her phone calls were insistent, she tried to monopolize my time and she began to show up at my job.

I created some boundaries so she tried to find loopholes.
It was a nightmare.

My husband and I hosted a party for the community center (not the real name) new members. The community center is actually a very informal initiative and my husband and I mainly serve the homeless population. We prefer to help strangers instead of catering to potentially narcissistic acquaintances. We don’t mind lending a hand but we have encountered truly dishonest choosing beggars.

There are other services, like one of the members who helps women get their wedding and prom dresses for free.

The community center location “headquarters” is actually a farm owned by an elderly couple. There is a barn, a venue, and a very nice green field with an artificial lake and some fowl. They charge for the use of their facilities (weddings, etc.) but not for community-oriented stuff.

Pat had always been salty at her husband for demanding that she go back to work after baby #3. In the meantime, he worked three jobs. She demanded he get her pregnant to fulfill her dream of having 5 kids.

He didn’t agree because he was already nearly 45 and felt like he might never be able to retire. She got away with bringing new babies into this world anyway. Her fascination with being pregnant comes from all the attention she gets. She had at least one miscarriage in between each kid.

Pat latched on to our group. She never missed any of our activities. I hated having her in my house, but it was an open invitation that included virtually everyone and she was very active as an event organizer.

I didn’t like the way her kids behaved. We have a designated area for parties and entertainment, but her kids ended up inside my bedroom. We ended up having to keep watch of them and enjoyed zero of our own party.

I called her days later to get my point across (regarding their overall behavior) but she completely cut me off and began talking about herself and said her kids wanted to come to visit again and use our pool.

I never answered that. I didn’t want to say, “No, I will not have your brats over.”

She also called me as summer was approaching specifically to let me know her middle daughter was bored and wanted to spend a WEEK at our home. I politely declined, citing that my husband and I have to work and cannot entertain guests.

Pat paid no heed. Her kid called me on the weekend, calling me “auntie” and attempted to coax me by saying, “Mom says you invited me to spend SUMMER with you.” I quickly clarified and offered an explanation to avoid hurting a kid’s self-esteem.

Nevermind. Her daughter just hung up on me.

Pat’s Facebook also showed some red flags. Some cryptic rants here and there were visible, along with friends’ comments and complaints on how she asked a particular person to watch her kids only for a couple of hours and ended up leaving them all day. Another of her friends criticized her “girls night out” because Pat had just asked them to be patient and wait until she could pay back some money that she owed them, yet she had money to spend on Friday night outings.

I thought those very public comments on private matters were more like a cry of lost patience.

Unpleasant things began to happen. Like the time she volunteered to wrap the Xmas presents for underprivileged kids. We all wanted to create a mix of less costly gifts with really nice ones. Surprisingly, some nice and eye-catching toys and games went missing but turned up under her Christmas Tree (courtesy of her mother in law’s FB posts). No one could prove anything but it was hate-inducing.

Or the time my daughter called me in tears to pick her up after she attended Pat’s daughter’s birthday (Casey). My daughter had been ignored all night because she didn’t gift her the expensive gaming stuff Casey practically demanded. My daughter did ask, but I said no. We would buy her a very nice and thoughtful present according to her taste. So when I went to pick her up, my daughter was sitting alone in the living room while Casey and her friends stayed outside.

Stories about Pat and her family multiplied. The owners at the farm (community center) decided to keep their gates locked unless they had guests or events because Pat got in the habit of driving in whenever she pleased and it was either her kids screaming and disturbing on-going weddings, throwing rocks at the koi in the lake, or harassing the geese in the yard. Or how she stiffed another soccer mom with the lunch bill and then pulled the struggling financially card.

Or how other parents hated her because she created unnecessary hostile competition.

When my daughter turned 13, I allowed her to wear my grandma’s ring. It’s not an expensive piece of jewelry, but it’s vintage and girls nowadays wanna look boho. My granny gave it to me when I became a teenager so I passed it on to my kid so she could wear it on her birth week.

It was weird that she became quiet and distracted after that.

She also didn’t want to go to school and my husband and I became suspicious. She never opened up, and my other kids had no clue.

We went to her school but her teachers assured us nothing had changed in her environment. My husband and I suspected she was being bullied but our kid gave us no tools to support her. My kid is very sunny and very compassionate. She has never had any problems with other kids.

I called her best friend’s mom. Natalie, my kid’s BFF, told us what was going on. Casey (Pat’s eldest) and my daughter had become “close.” I knew this and wasn’t too thrilled. I found the age (Casey was 17) gap not exactly inappropriate but I’d rather see my daughter spend time with friends in the same age range. Casey is very beautiful and a gifted student. She is also very conceited. To make this story short, she asked my daughter if she could try on the ring and refused to give it back.

She later claimed that she lost it but “would look for it,” so my daughter was distraught. My daughter kept asking for her ring, and as a result, Casey shunned her and spread the word that my kid was trying to steal HER ring. Some kids at school took Casey’s side. So now Casey just wore my kid’s jewelry to school like nothing happened. If that doesn’t qualify as taunting I don’t know what does.

My guilt comes from not being able to get my daughter to open up and feel safe telling me the truth.

I talked to her and she burst into tears. I was both pained as a mother and furious that some teenage ***** was doing this under our noses.

I went straight to Pat’s car after school. I asked to talk as Casey was about to go in. So I grabbed Casey’s hand and asked to see her jewelry. Casey froze and she tried to make a fist, so I became relentless. Casey yelled “Mom!” and Pat struggled to get out of the car.

I slid the ring off (Casey has tiny hands and wore the ring on her index finger). First Pat yelled at me. After I confronted her with the engraving on the band (my grandma’s maiden name), she argued it was loaned to her daughter by my kid. Then she said she bought it. I paid no heed. I did warn them that I knew Casey had become an abusive friend to my daughter.

Pat called me to tell me off.

She said she was trying to raise an assertive young woman and I had just messed that up by being “overbearing.” She never apologized for her thief of a child.

Pat’s husband (Hank) is what can be described as a doormat. Pat wore him down to a knob. He had no choice but to “obey” her to keep the peace. She was a bully who actively withdrew affection when he didn’t follow her wishes, even in public.

So she got kids #4 and #5 after a relentless campaign that included leaving him for two months. Her pregnancies were a nuisance because she expected to be treated like the only lady who has even been pregnant. She strolled around in a wheelchair almost immediately after getting pregnant and she would “get very sick” on weekends, so her kids were often sent to friends and family so that she could “rest.”

Pat systematically bullied Hank. She would leave town and take the kids with her.

Poor Hank would look distraught, drinking on his porch or just looking really lonely. This is how she got off the hook and was able to leave her job. Hank had virtually no voice, so he struggled to keep the marriage together. Everyone liked him but hated her equally. Hank loved to talk to other people but seemed concerned that Pat would be upset. Over time, according to my husband, Hank began to show signs of depression and mental distress.

Our friend, Lenah, runs the wedding/prom dress initiative. It’s not complicated. Dresses are sourced from donations, eBay, trunk shows, etc. Unusually beautiful dresses are retained so that more than one bride gets to wear them. In some cases, a bride will pay 50 bucks, but most of the time, the dresses are donated to the bride.

Pat was involved in this. Lenah kept her in because they never had any issues and her task was limited to just shipping the dresses out.

Pat decided to renew her vows and her bridezilla Karenzilla attitude became the icing on the cake. For starters, she bullied another couple into giving up their wedding date at the farm because she “needed her renewal to match her exact wedding date.” They were not impressed with her harassment, so they booked another venue. As a result, the farm owners were p*ssed because Pat was already costing them money after she had successfully negotiated a cut in their rate “because she couldn’t afford it but will repay by doing maintenance work around the venue” (she never made good on her word).

Pat became attached to a particular dress that was already assigned to another bride. Lenah made it clear that she would need to pay for her own dress. So Pat played it cool and shipped the wrong gown instead. She was adamant that it was the right dress, despite all the notes on Leah’s agenda. The other bride was truly gracious about it. She was obviously disappointed but never made a scene.

What bothered me most is that I picked that dress and bought it for 40 bucks at a garage sale (not my money, Leah’s money).

It was a vintage dress, ankle-length, white with lots of lace, and a huge bargain. Again, when confronted, Pat “did a Casey” and used the “this is mine” strategy. We felt so bad for the other bride that we did our best to get her something nice to wear. The other bride was a true fighter; she had pulled out of welfare, earned her high school diploma, and was working to get on her feet by trying to earn a certificate as an acrylic nail technician.

So, her reward was to have some Karen steal her dress? Pat never admitted to messing up, but just by the fact that she claimed it was her dress, we knew.

Lenah never allowed her in her warehouse again. Their last phone fight ended with Pat bringing up the other bride’s past (like it mattered) and “this conversation is over; it’s my dress and you are mistaken.” That was weeks before the other bride’s wedding.

Pat went all out on her wedding decor.

She spent way too much. She hired a caterer for some food (mainly mimosas and appetizers), but the wedding invitation included a request for specific dishes for her Sunday brunch wedding. Either she ran out of banquet money or was on a complete moocher mode. I picture the penguin walking upon practically asking everyone to supply her wedding reception grub and I cringe.

There is nothing wrong with potluck weddings. In fact, they can be a nice addition to a very cozy and family-oriented wedding reception.

But, don’t you need to at least be close to your guests in order to ask for such a thing? Even I got an invitation. I told everyone I wasn’t going because I was very uncomfortable being told what to bring and was probably expected to give them a cash gift on top of that. Some of the older ladies in our group agreed. Some said they would not decline in advance because she is a bully and they didn’t want a confrontation.

Lenah called me the night before Pat’s re-wedding. Lenah was there to close the Saturday night bingo and Pat was awfully friendly, but that’s what she does whenever things are going her way. Lenah peeked into the garment bag and saw the exact same dress while Pat was caught up supervising the wedding decoration.

The thing with Karens is that they expect everyone t******************o******* up, or make their dreams come true, or they simply underestimate everyone and think we are all fools.

Lenah is a very straightforward person with a “so sue me” attitude. She told me she would just ruin the dress. After all, it was hers, so she could do whatever she wanted. If Pat wanted to take legal action, and should things get ugly, she needed to prove ownership. However, the dress was the same; the marks inside the hem and the tags were the same. Even the tag numbers that were punched to identify each dress for logistics purposes matched.

Pat had the dress altered, with some extra beading and dyed to a deep cream color. But it was obviously the same garment. Lenah and I snuck in before the venue was closed for the night. All brides are allowed to stay in a small bedroom for a small charge so that they don’t need to drive in on their wedding day. Honestly, the makeshift chapel was gorgeous. I don’t know how she paid for it, but it was full of flowers and presumptuous details.

I naively brought in some ink to spill on the dress, but Lenah said she wanted “something more awful, like a nasty surprise.” Ink would be too obvious and if she saw it ahead, she may be able to snag another gown from somewhere. No, the ideal thing was to have her trust the dress was fine. So Lenah locked herself in a bathroom stall and completely cut out the back panel. She patiently put it back on its hanger and zipped the bag.

We left through the emergency door with the back of the dress stuffed inside Lenah’s purse. I completely hate people who target and steal from anyone they (Pat and her kid) calculate to be in a weaker position.

The wedding was scheduled at 9 AM. Pat called me at 7 AM, but I ignored her calls. I picked up by 8 AM, both curious and wondering if she suspected anything. Pat was frantic. She was crying that her dress was “missing by half.” I purposely made her explain, being annoyingly dense and continually interrupting like she does, and stalling the conversation.

She asked me if I could lend her my wedding dress. I said no, sorry. She then asked me if I would help her get a dress. I was satisfied to remind her that the town’s bridal shops were closed on Sunday and the others that would open were almost an hour away. The farm is already almost one hour away from our town.

If Pat could get a shop to rent a dress, she would need to try the dress on and get it steamed.

Even if the dress was ready to wear, it would easily take more than two hours (roundtrip). She tried to ask me to go pick a dress (who would pay for this??). Even if a shop were open and brought her a dress, it would add to the cost. Also, these shops open at 10 or 9:30 at the earliest. By time they got to her, it would be time to wrap up the wedding because she needed to clear the venue by 12:00 for the next event.

She broke down and mumbled some stupid stuff I didn’t understand. So Pat hung up on me and called Lenah instead. She asked Lenah to bring her “anything she had available.” Lenah and I ended up delivering the most outdated, moss smelling, oversized dressed. Pat’s disappointment was a mix of angry and emotional. She also tried to wear her knee-length silk bridal slip as a wedding dress but it was too obvious and it really looked cheap.

She tried to get her daughter to give her, her own dress to wear with an open back zipper (due to fitting issues) but Casey refused, asking if she was supposed to attend the wedding naked (she got a point, plus Casey is petite).

The dress needed a petticoat to plump up the skirt, which wasn’t available. So it dragged all over the floor and Pat had to keep pulling it up. Pat walked down the aisle with one hand on her bouquet and another one grabbing her dress.

The dress looked limp and weird with the arrangements of pins (they didn’t show) that caused the sleeves and neckline to pucker into messy rims. She spent the ceremony looking uncomfortable and out of place. Very few people attended but that was not part of any revenge, that was just how people reacted to her entitled attitude.

The dress looked awful. The reception portion of the wedding had all this princely decoration, a very nice cake, and a bridezilla with a dress from ****.

I didn’t stay, but I was told, she was so disappointed she spent her wedding sulking. There was no dance, no actual speech. She had to change into a shirt and leggings because the dress was too uncomfortable. Everyone talked about how Pat put on her flip flops and walked around aimlessly until she ordered the ushers to start folding up the chairs within one hour of the reception. So she practically kicked everyone out and the cake was never cut.

Pat wasn’t the same after this. She was not as loud and avoided everyone. I think she was disappointed that nobody ran to her rescue, not even her family who came from out of town.

Her husband finally cracked under all the pressure and sought some help. He was slaving away and coming home to clean the house while Pat used her kids as an excuse to spend like crazy. Hank also had to do kid homework because Pat never had the time or never had patience.

She also refused to get a part-time job so her kids could attend an after-school and get help with their school stuff. Therapy seemed to help Hank because the last time Pat left with her kids, he didn’t seem distraught. He would be riding his bicycle and could be seen more relaxed while mowing his lawn. Hank told my husband that he had contemplated ******* after their third kid. When Pat returned, he maintained the routine but was interested in going out by himself and doing things for himself.

We began to see Pat alone all the time. Hank was seen less and less in the same car and eventually moved in with his parents. He filed for divorce on the grounds of emotional cruelty and I don’t think he won. Instead (I’m not sure of this because this is what I was told), there was some sort of a settlement or agreement that she would not get close or interact with him unless it has to do with the kids).

I also don’t know if Pat even actually suspected who/what happened to her dress. She slowly pulled away from the community center and became less active in social gatherings. Pat also removed me from her Facebook as well as most everyone else from school and the center.” forestcabin123k

9. Won’t Stop Bullying Me? Get Kicked Out Of Camp

“This happened at a Christian summer camp 40+ years ago. I went every summer, not because I liked all the bible classes and brainwashing, but just to get out of town for a few weeks a year.

And they had swimming, horseback riding, canoeing, etc. The incident was from a summer when I was around 11 or 12.
There was a mean kid who bullied me every summer. He was sadistic, mean as ***, and especially targeted me. I complained to camp staff and was told something along the lines of, “Jesus…turn the other cheek…forgiveness…blah blah blah.” Nothing was done.

You could take various courses and one was a canoe class that culminated in an overnight canoe/camping trip.

Of course, Bully Boy was going. We canoed and camped out by a river away from the summer camp.
The kids were all swimming in the river and Bully boy kept dunking me under the water and holding me down. I’d come up gasping for air and go down again…over and over. He had let me up and I’d gotten my breath when he pushed me under again. This time I got away from him, held my breath, and swam underwater down the river as far as I could.

When I came up, I saw him and some of the other kids looking frantically for me.
I took another big breath, submerged, and swam even further downstream and out of sight. I climbed up on the bank and waited.

Here’s what I was told by other campers later as I didn’t witness this part. After looking for me and not finding me, the kids started to panic and got a counselor. (How a bunch of kids were left unattended long enough for this to happen, I still don’t know.) Bully Boy told the counselor that we’d all been swimming and I’d disappeared.

The other kids ratted him out, said that he’d drowned me, and full-on panic ensued. Staff from the main campground were called and a search party began, while Bully Boy cried, thinking he’d killed me.

I’m not sure how long the search lasted, but it must have seemed like forever until I was found down the river on the bank. I played it up big time acting all upset and shivering. I told the counselor that Bully Boy had held me underwater and I couldn’t breathe.

And the next thing I knew, I was on the side of the river and had thrown up a bunch of river water and didn’t know where I was.

Back at the main camp, all the management had assembled for a meeting. Bully Boy approached me and tried to apologize and I acted all freaked out and hid behind an adult. His parents were called and he was sent home and banned from ever attending camp. My parents were called and the camp leader must have freaked when my mom answered “law offices” as she was my attorney father’s secretary.

I talked to my parents and said I wanted to stay at camp, and they were fine with it. No lawsuit; my parents weren’t litigious.

The rest of the summer went great without Bully Boy there to harass me. I attended for a few more years until I began asking too many questions in bible study and proclaimed that I didn’t believe in any of it. I wonder if Bully Boy ended up in prison, the sadistic, little sociopath.” Ramrodron

Another User Comments:

“Who knows, maybe you scared him straight with that.” Raith017

8. Give My Hours To A New Hire? Lose Yours

“This happened a couple of months ago at an old employer.

I worked at a supermarket in my state throughout high school and while in college in the United States making $9 to start and only $10.50 at the end.

The store had 1 store manager, 2 assistant store managers, 1 manager and assistant manager per department, which there were 9 departments. For 5 years, I worked every position there because who knew what hiring was, right? Understaffing was a regular here, so if a department needed closing and I worked, I had to close it.

From stocking to register to managers’ duties, everything was game.

My biggest acknowledgments were being a bookkeeper (out terms of the person who keeps track of all the money), monitor (glorified cashier, basically wrangle the regular cashiers and divvy up cash drawers to each register), service desk (cigarettes, lottery, customer *******), and store opener/closer.

There were 5 people who knew bookkeeping, 2 other people besides me, and the 2 managers who ran the front end of the store.

There were about 5 monitors who all needed to be trained on Service Desk as well. Every monitor and bookkeeper needed to know how to open the store and close it. For being a supermarket in a town with about 20,000 people, we were severely understaffed. I worked 12 to 16-hour shifts at least once a week because people would call off all the time. Keep all this in mind for later on.

Backstory: I started working here at 16 in high school originally as a stock person.

25 hour work weeks, eventually moved up to 35+ hour work weeks. Moved up to register, then monitor, then service desk, and finally bookkeeping when I turned 18, now 21. The hours were always good, never had a week drop below 35 hours at least. But it all changed because of some d*ckhead.

At the start of the pandemic was working while in college, so all these guidelines had to be followed. Everyone needed their toilet paper and hand sanitizer to keep the virus away.

No biggie. On top of the guidelines, we also had been hiring a copious amount of people. This store had a history of training new hires with other people who have been working for maybe a month or so. So as you could guess, training was a disaster.

But since the pandemic had the store busy all the time, we needed more people. I wanted to train people the right way because I got sick of doing other people’s jobs.

In March, we had gotten 4 new-hires to train for my position. Now these new-hires needed training on the service desk. Easy, let them run it while I watched and helped out as best I could, the easiest way to get people to learn. Most of them needed training on here because there were 3 of us total at the time who could run it. After training everyone, one per shift at a time over 4 weeks, there were 7 people now ready to *** up the world.

But everyone who knew how to run the service desk needed training on Monitor too. Guess who had to train everyone for another position? After another 4 weeks of *******, everyone got trained. Around this time was the end of May. This is where the juice begins.

The Juice: Starting in June, we had been starting to lay off the hours since the virus started to slow down. Hours started to get cut from all the register people, from about 20-30 hours a week to 10 hours max.

We got overstaffed, and people started quitting left and right. Not a big deal because those positions were easy to fill. But that’s when MY hours started getting cut.

At the time, the one new-hire who started in March, who we’ll call Helen, had been getting really good hours, I’m talking about MY hours. We had the same problem, college money, car money, the works and all. But then I got scheduled for 16 hours one week and they got scheduled for over 35 hours.

Not once since I was 18 did I get less than 35 hours. So I decided to confront the assistant manager who was in charge of scheduling; we’ll call him Frank.

Me: “Hey Frank, I noticed my hours got cut. What’s happening?”

Frank: “I know, everyone’s hours are getting cut. I have to make room for everyone, ya know?”

Me: “I couldn’t help but notice that Helen is getting quite the hours, so you made room for her and no one else?”

Frank: “I was unaware of that.

I’ll get you some more hours next week.”

The rest of the week was kind of boring since I was a workaholic. No one called me to cover shifts or anything. The following week, I asked around to see who covered any shifts last week and it turns out that ALL the new hires got called first. That kind of p*ssed me off, but hey, can’t do anything about it now. Later that day, I check my schedule and whaddya know? The same 16 hour week.

I was livid at this point; I should have been honored for my seniority there, not getting ***ed over in hours. I went back to Frank and confronted him.

Me: “Hey, what the **** is this?! I thought you’d be finding me hours this week. I can’t live off of this.”

Frank: “Well, it turns out that I couldn’t find your hours. I tried calling-”

Me: “******* you tried calling me, not a single person called me. Instead, all the new-hires got called.

What the heck man?!”

Frank: “There’s nothing I can do; you might have to just find another job.”

This P*SSED me off beyond belief. I was ready to pop. But this is when my bright idea came into play. For a couple of days, I searched around for other supermarkets in my area offering jobs. After about a day of searching, I found a job paying DOUBLE what I made now for the same qualifications. I gave them a ring and got an interview for the following week.

The following day, I went into work, for what I didn’t know was my last shift, and told Frank what was happening.

Me: “Hey Frank, I just wanted to let you know I took your advice.”

Frank: “Advice? Do you mean finding another job?”

Me: “You’re A ****** right, I hope you have fun!”

I will never forget the look on his face. Completely baffled. He didn’t expect me to actually find another job so quickly. This is where my revenge began.

Revenge: After I walked out of D*ckhead Frank’s office, I went around doing my usual work. During every shift, a metric ***ton of paperwork needed to be processed in the computer in order to close the store correctly and setup bookkeeping for the next day. Fun fact, that day in particular was SNAP-day. For those who don’t know what that is, it’s the day that government-funded food-stamps arrive on everyone’s EBT card, monthly. That day I decided to say *** paperwork and just don’t do ***.

I was quitting that day because my anger got the better of me. The store closes at about 12 am, and I walked out of that *** hole as free as can be.

The next day, I woke up to find some really obnoxious and angry texts from coworkers. I completely disregarded them, unknowingly that they said I worked that morning. I went down to the supermarket to grab some things for my house and as soon as I walked in the door, every ex-coworker of mine looked at me as if I had just passed on the floor.

One of them pulled me aside, let’s call them George, and this happened:

George: What the *** bro? I had to cover your shift this morning and you have the balls to walk in here after that?

Me: I don’t work here anymore, *** off.

I continued to get my groceries and talked to one of my closer ex-coworkers there about what happened. As it turned out, Frank had no idea that the previous day was my last AND that the ENTIRE front-end of the store had gotten brutally ***ed over.

Since the store closed at 12 am and no paperwork was filed, our corporate called the assistant manager, also in charge of making sure all departments are closed correctly, and asked where all the paperwork was. No idea that I had not filed it, Frank had to go into the store, over an hour away from him, to file all the paperwork himself. Not only that, tons of violations were given to him because since none of the paperwork got done by the person closing, no one had a record of anything done at the store from the previous day.

On top of everything, the amount of paperwork needed done was practically doubled since that day was SNAP. As soon as the store manager heard about this, she was LIVID.

After about a month, I was working my new job and heard some information about Frank. Apparently, he had to go into a meeting with our corporate bosses and the store manager. He had gotten fired from his position due to all of this and had not been able to get a letter of recommendation from that employer also.

Sucks to suck, huh?” FweakinLittle

7. Think You have Better Web Design Skills? Time To Have Some Fun 

“When I have the time and come across interesting projects or clients, I take on one-off assignments to create websites, graphics, applications, etc. for said clients. I recently had a client for whom I created a website. Their old website looked like it was created in the early 90s, but it drew a lot of traffic, so the need to update was clear.

Like always, we first agreed on the scope and design, and my client showcased his competitor’s websites for me, explaining what kind of things he absolutely wanted for his site, ‘but better,’ as he put it. I then had him sign a standard contract and pay a small upfront fee. Everything went smoothly and I got to work.

After the project finished and I sent an invoice to my client, he told me that he won’t be paying any more.

During the few days that I had worked, he had watched some YouTube videos about creating websites and he had come to the realization that he, without any prior experience in web design or programming, could create an equally impressive site in pretty much the same time as I had, and so he didn’t feel like he should pay me anything extra.

I reminded him of our contract and he flat out said that I am free to take him to court, but he won’t be paying me.

Obviously, I had no intention of taking him to court because it would result in more headache than it’d be worth, but I wasn’t just going to let this slide. The website was already live and teeming with visitors, but my client, although they were a newfound web design professional, hadn’t realized that I was still the only one who had access to the site’s back-end, which meant that I could make any changes to the site and he couldn’t do anything about it.

So, I remembered how he had told me about all of his competitor’s websites. I figured the appropriate response would be to write a script that replaces his company’s contact details and opening hours with those of his competitors. Every time the site would load, the script would randomly show one of the competitor’s contact details instead. I also made it so that the contact form requests would be sent to a randomly selected competitor’s email.

I chose not to inform my client of this and went on to enjoy my vacation. Within a week, I received several emails and a call about my client’s concerns that something was wrong, that he hadn’t received a new client through the site in almost a week even though the site’s visitor count is much higher than before (thanks to the new design and improved SEO that he hadn’t yet paid for).

I let him know what I had done and I told him that I would undo it, but it would take me about an hour, for which I would be charging.

Since I was on vacation, I’d apply the rush fee stated on the contract for that hour. And of course, I told him that this would all be added on top of the original fee that he owed me, plus interest for late payment. Naturally, this led to insults and threats being thrown in my direction, to which I calmly responded that I will begin work once I have the money on my account and if he doesn’t want to lose any more customers to his competitors, he’d best man up quick.

He tried to call me immediately and I just declined the call. After the second attempt to call me again, I sent him directly to voice mail.

I received an express payment to my account the very next morning.” Reddit user

6. Mock My Mother’s Death? Go Bankrupt

“My now ex-wife Kate and I moved to an apartment in 2010. The house as a whole was a renovated townhouse split between two sides with two apartments on the bottom and two apartments with upstairs addresses (ending in 126-128 accordingly).

I wasn’t the biggest fan of the apartment as it was a much older building that I had ever lived in but I quickly adjusted to the wood creaking throughout the night.
On the initial walkthrough, we noticed that the only problem was that there was a dip in the bathroom ceiling. The landlord, Jay, promised us that he would get it fixed ASAP.

One year to the day that we moved in, there was a loud crash at 4 AM.

The bathroom ceiling had collapsed and there was tiling and wood all over over the floor and in the bathtub. Now Kate was typically the aggressive one, while I was more passive and laid back, and she kept calling Jay throughout the day.
When she got in touch with him at around 9 PM, she explained what happened and insisted that it be fixed immediately. Jay rebuffed, yelling that his girlfriend was a lawyer and he didn’t need to do anything.

Now, this is where I got mad. I went outside to have a cigarette and to call him myself. I feigned a relaxed demeanor and at first he began trying to talk to me as a “bro” and kept saying “Dude, I’m gonna get someone out there but it’s gonna take a few weeks..” When he couldn’t sway me that way he began yelling about his girlfriend and her knowing the law.
What he was unaware of was that I had read the tenant laws in my state and so, as he tried to lie I waited until he was finished, and I then recited the law stating that, if an apartment was considered uninhabitable, then the landlord needed to pay for the tenant to stay in a place until it was resolved (meaning he would have to pay for us to stay in a hotel of OUR choosing every night until the ceiling was fixed).

He tried to say that our upstairs neighbor Phil was the super, but he wasn’t sure if he could get him down there that night. He placed me on hold, then came back a few minutes later and said that Phil and his girlfriend were out of state.

I rang Phil’s doorbell and asked, with the Jay on speakerphone, if he was assigned as the super. He laughed and said “No.”

Dejected, Jay said he would have people out there the next day (previously he said they were busy for at least three weeks).

There’s more to this incident, but it led to two conclusions:

If you’re going to lie then there has to be consistency in your lie AND make sure that the people you lie to DON’T communicate with each other.

This is where a feud started between me and my Kate versus him and his mother (she was the original landlord and gave the house to him so he could begin to make a side profit).

Fast forward to a year later.

Jay stopped coming to the house and his mom began doing the pick-ups. Around this time my ex- and I had been laid off and we were working with social security for food, health, and housing insurance. We were approved for all three in April but we would not get the check until May. When our typical check wasn’t in the landlord’s mailbox he immediately gave a summons saying that he was taking us to court for eviction.

The day we went to court he had no lawyer and, going before the judge, here’s the summation (or rather a non-verbatim account) of how the case went.

Judge: Does the defense have the means to pay within 90 days of non-payment? Us: Yes, your honor. (hands over paperwork showing that he will be reimbursed for April and May) Judge: I see no problem. They are breaking no laws. Why are we here? Jay: Well your honor, they have been bullying- Judge: I don’t care, unless they are breaking a law, then this case is dismissed.

Suffice it to say, Jay and his mother were NOT happy. Around this time in my life, things were tumultuous. My mother, who had been battling lung cancer for four and a half years, succumbed to it in June. This happened at roughly the same time his mom came knocking, looking for payment. I explained that I would leave the check in the mailbox when we got back from the funeral home and to please just respect my right to mourn.

She took her fingers and began rubbing them together, pretending to play the world’s smallest violin.

I will never forget what she said next: “Oooh, my mommy just died. Woe is me. She probably had it coming. I don’t care if your entire family is dead. I want my money.” She smiled smugly, proud, with what she had just said.

I saw red and my heart jumped into my throat. I went, grabbed the check, and handed it to her in absolute shock that anyone would say something so…f*cked up? She had finally managed to push a button that very few people I’ve known throughout my life have gotten close to pressing.

I went into rage mode but not in the way you would expect.

THE REVENGE:

We were always told that if a health inspector came by to not open the door. I waited until Aug. since that was the month before the lease was going to run out and we knew they would not extend a renewal. I walked up the block to town hall to ask for a health inspection of our property. It was scheduled for several days later.

Now it’s important to know several things:

I was friends with all of the tenants. Phil had moved out with his fiancé but the new tenant was a really cool girl around my age named Dani. Tom and Hana on the other side of the downstairs floor had moved out in July and Jay was still looking to fill it. The only one who wanted to stay out of this was Rose in the upper right apartment.

I had gotten permission and her spare key, so I could let the inspector in Dani’s apartment and I knew that I could use the back staircase on the right side to let him in on Tom’s, now vacant apartment.

I also knew that Dani was moving out in September a month after Kate and myself.

The inspector came and it was glorious. He checked the exterior of the house first noting that wires were exposed, and there was an old empty dryer along with other odd clutter in the backyard.

I bought him inside the shared entrance and, as I was counting on, he noticed that the last inspected dated back to 1994; 18 years. This meant that for each year he did not have an inspection there would be appropriate fines. For our apartment, we had black mold growing in our bathroom and the bubble in the ceiling had begun to re-grow to problematic proportions. Upstairs, Dani’s apartment was suffering from leaks in the ceiling and it looked like her bathroom ceiling was also on the brink of collapsing.

We then went to the basement. The boiler was on the verge of exploding, there were flammable items along with gasoline and a pack of matches sitting right beside it. Two things that I did not know was…

The fire door that separated the two sides did not close all of the way rendering it moot (to be honest, I had never heard of a fire door until that day).

On the right (128 portion) basement side, there was a toilet.

A toilet that had blown up. It had coated the surrounding walls and the leakage prevented us going up to the floor via the right side. The entire time the inspector was photographing and writing constantly.

We stepped outside and he said he needed to come back. When I asked why he said he had run out of space to write down all of the infractions (he had filled the front and had written an entire page on the back portion).

I kindly and coyly asked, “Well, how much will it cost right now?” He scratched his head and said, “Around 20-30k from what I can see, but it’s probably going to be higher as this house was never licensed to be split into apartments.” I thanked him and he was going to come back with the county inspector (we were gone when that took place though I did ask him to send me a copy with the list of violations to my new address).

So we moved out at the end of August but I got the updates from Rose. Because he was the current owner he owed all current fines and no one new could not move into the empty apartments until everything was up to code. Because three out of four were vacant he was losing 4,500 in potential rent. He handed the property back to his mother and had to file for bankruptcy. Now here’s the other thing.

Every time an old tenant left and a new one was coming in, an inspection was supposed to be done. Now that all of the financial burdens fell on her they looked into the records and was she was fined for each time she had broken that rule 750/per. By the end of the year, Rose had moved out so the place was hemorrhaging money. I sat back, proud of what I had done, and left it be.

Haha, no, *** that. I wasn’t close to done yet.

I felt like I had destroyed Jay, but my real target had always been his mom. I learned that she had eight properties throughout three towns in my county. I went to each one, spoke to the tenants, and said I was a concerned tenant from another property and asked if they had any problems with their apartments. EVERY person I asked described the apartment in very poor to intolerable levels and that the mom was effectively a slumlord.

She would ignore problems unless someone turned to litigations, she was threatened that they would summon the inspector, or, more often than not, the people would move out. She’d refuse their deposit and sink those into cosmetic repairs so that the apartment looked nicely furnished. People rarely fought back because she knew that the occupants were of upper-lower class minorities. So, being the concerned person I was, I want to the inspector of the other two towns and asked for an inspection to be done with at least one tenant, if not more, would be awaiting the inspector when they came.

Turns out that she faced pretty much the same infractions on every apartment she owned. It turned out she actually had 12 apartments, but I initially only knew about the ones that fell within my county. The remaining properties in the next county over were given a mysterious heads up to perform a surprise inspection. From what I can tell, Jay’s mom had been in the landlord business for about 35-40 years. That collapsed quickly.

Since we moved literally one block down the road from our old one (54), I got to see Jay lose his primary source of income and have to claim bankruptcy BUT also saw that his mother was also trying desperately to find a buyer for all of the apartments so she could pay off the fines.

I learned two years later (2014) that she too had to file for bankruptcy. Jay and his mother camped out in front of our next apartment two days in Oct. of 2013 before she filed for bankruptcy (I’m guessing to scream at me and/or Kate), so I called the cops and said that there were strange people standing in a no parking zone and they kept looking up at the second floor. A cruiser swung by and told them to leave.

I know I should have used the two months I spent monitoring everything to find a new job but this was the one and only time I wanted to cripple a person where they hurt the most; their wallets. I think I got my point across. None of this would’ve happened if you had just ****** fixed the ceiling before it collapsed, Jay!” Theliterside

Another User Comments:

“I’m entirely disappointed that you didn’t go outside and mimic playing the world’s smallest violin.” dajur1

5. Fail To Pay Back Money You Borrow? You’ll Be Broke And In Jail Soon

“Had a colleague in the volunteer armed forces (national guard-ish) who, would never ever lift a finger unless something good came to him, and he always expected people to help him.

He was a kinda poor soul, who had been lost most of his life, never really had a job, and had no education. But he did find some meaning in the uniform.

He had huge issues with money. Whenever he got his welfare check, he would spend it all within a week on video games, a new TV, or something like that. The rest of the month, he would beg scraps of the rest of us and borrow money.

He always paid back the money, but he always had such a big debt to the rest of us, that when he finally got the welfare check, most of it would disappear in seconds.

Eventually, he got kicked out of his apartment for “forgetting” to pay rent. He was of course furious that the city council wouldn’t pay the bills for him because “it’s not my fault I forgot to pay!”

Our platoon leader chose to go above and beyond for this guy and chose to take him in.

Not only having 2 teenagers in the house, he now had a third and even more useless “adult teenager” living with him. They agreed that the platoon leader’s wife would help him with finances, that he didn’t have to pay for food, and that the rent he paid the platoon leader didn’t even cover half of the expenses they had with an extra mouth to feed.

As you might be guessing, the guy had some serious issues with life in general, and especially money.

The guy was like 35 and still couldn’t manage on his own.

At some point, he started not paying for tickets for public transportation. Sure thing he would get a fine, but being on welfare, he had no way of paying it, so he just didn’t. He even boasted to his squad of being soooo clever, as he was riding “free of charge” when the rest of us was paying a sh*tload to get on a train.

He literally told me, “It’s no problem; I just consider it a loan from the government.” I told him in no uncertain terms that what he was doing was going to land him in so much trouble, he would never in his life get out of it.

His reaction was to completely cut off any communication with me, despite both of us being NCOs and having to communicate on a regular basis. It’s completely fair of him to think of me as an idiot for sticking my nose in his affairs, but when it starts to hurt the company and the soldiers are complaining about a “hostile work environment” and talking about stopping as volunteers, things are out of hand.

I let the platoon leader know what was going on. Telling him that not only was this guy boasting of committing a felony crime, he was also refusing to talk to anyone, who called him out on it. The PL took note of it and went “up the system” with it.

At the same time, I found out he was borrowing money from a couple of new soldiers and not paying them back. I told the platoon leader, who told his wife.

The platoon leader and his wife decided to pay the soldiers back from their own pocket, as one of the guys was studying and didn’t have a dime the spend on anything. At the same time they raised the “rent” he was paying for living in their house, to cover the money they had paid back on his behalf.

He of course got super furious and started yelling at the platoon leader’s wife, who kicked him out straight away.

He called the platoon leader straight away, crying on the phone and saying how sorry he was. They let him stay.

Being on welfare, you have to do these pointless courses in writing a resumé, or you have to do some kind of practical activation job, like picking up trash or sweeping the streets. He started not going to these things, stating that he had to go on some super important military drill and the city-people believed him.

Only thing is, being a volunteer force, everything is evenings or weekends.
I called the city council gave them an anonymous tip that there wasn’t any training or drills. They called him and gave him 1 hour to meet, or he would get taken off welfare immediately.

Remember the story of him borrowing money from broke students and not paying back? Well a month later, he did the exact same thing. Again I called the PL, who told his wife.

The guy once again got super angry at the platoon leader’s wife. Platoon Leader went straight home but didn’t say a thing. PL waited until the guy left to go hang out with a friend, and then took all the guy’s stuff and threw it in the yard and called a locksmith to come and change the lock straight away.

The guy got super p*ssed and started telling everyone that me and the PL were against him.

Well, it wasn’t really a lie. Being homeless kinda sucks and being on the council watchlist for potential welfare-scammers sucks too, so I was actually pretty happy and thought I had my revenge.

The guy got so p*ssed, he started calling my work and writing my Facebook friends outside the armed forces telling how big of an idiot I was.

I had decided that I had made enough phone calls, but this kinda broke my brain. I straight away called both the city council and the national tax authorities to tell them of his “free or charge” train trips.

The city and the national authorities started working together sharing the info they had on him.

Last I heard of the guy was when I read a headline in the newspaper, of a local man matching his age who got a 60 days jail sentence and a $40,000 fine for systematic cheating with train tickets. Having committed a felony (technically 300 felonies) and going to jail, he lost his security clearance and got kicked out of the volunteer forces.” SkibDen

4. Cyberbully Me? Say Bye To Your Academic Career

Bullies never prosper.

“When I was in high school, one year, a new kid, John, came into my grade who was very nice to me when we first met.

We became friends and I thought he was fun to be around and generally pretty nice.

A few weeks into the school year, he became super distant all of a sudden, and I didn’t know why. I was going through some mental health issues at the time, so it wasn’t really at the forefront of my mind anyway. I kind of ignored it until a friend pulled me aside at school one day to tell me something.

She showed me various screenshots of several social media posts John had made about it. It turned out, for the past week, he had been cyberbullying me. Mostly on Twitter, where he thought I wouldn’t see it because I do not use Twitter, but also on a private Instagram account. I was really hurt, and it didn’t help that I was going through a lot. All I had done was try to be nice to him and be his friend, and I didn’t understand what could motivate someone to do that to a friend.

Over the next few weeks, as he continued to post about me on and off, I came to understand that, being a new student, he was trying to increase his social standing and saw me as an easy stepping stone to do so. For some background, I’m not very popular and have been bullied for as long as I can remember. However, until John, I’d never been outright bullied, mostly passive-aggressive or snide comments my peers could pass off as jokes.

I go to a relatively small school, so most of my peers knew about what John had been posting, and most of them laughed along with him, save for a few of my close friends. I ended up losing a lot of friends over this, too, because John and I shared a lot of mutual friends. However, I’m super non-confrontational and continued being nice to all of them, including John (this will become important later). I was lost and didn’t know what to do since I figured reporting this to an adult would only make things worse in the long run.

I collected screenshots of all of John’s posts just in case I eventually got the guts to report it to our principal.

After a few long weeks of this happening, it finally subsided, or at least I thought. Although my social anxiety was made 50 times worse by the whole ordeal, I was beginning to get over it. Then, our homecoming dance rolled around. I had fun at homecoming for the most part, though I ended up leaving early due to a panic attack.

Monday after homecoming, I’m standing in a hallway at school, exhausted, and over it.

This girl, let’s call her Kay, comes up to me. I happened to know Kay was friends with John, so I kind of braced myself to have something bad happen. To my surprise, she started off by apologizing. I asked her what she was apologizing for, and she told me she felt bad because apparently, she was standing in a group with John and some other kids about five or seven feet away from me outside of the homecoming dance, and John started talking crap about me (the rest of the group followed suit).

Internally, I was on the verge of tears, but I sort of brushed it off and told her it was okay.

For the next month or so, he continued to talk badly about me behind my back in real life. Again, I didn’t do anything to him, and I racked my brain trying to figure out what I did to deserve this.

In the meantime, one of my best friends, let’s call her Bea, had dated and broken up with John’s best friend, let’s call him Kevin.

Bea and Kevin were a weird couple to begin with, but I was happy for her because Kevin had been a nice kid until he became friends with John. Bea ended up breaking up with Kevin because he moved way too fast and she got very overwhelmed. She had perfectly valid reasons for breaking up with him, and things were pretty amicable between them until John got involved.

John manipulated the situation, twisting Kevin’s perception of Bea.

John, under the guise of making Bea jealous, caused a whole slew of effects, my favorite being this: John started spreading various rumors about Bea, including one that Bea was gay and was using Kevin as her beard (it would be perfectly fine if she was gay, but she’s not, and even if she was, John would’ve been outing her without her consent). Because of John’s manipulation, Bea lost a lot of her friends and began to get bullied more and more.

I’ve known Bea since we were kids and she means a lot to me, so this did not help my image of John.

My own pain from what John did to me, combined with my anger at him because of what he did to Bea, boiled into a seething rage. Everything boiled over when Kay, who had slowly begun to distance herself from John, came up to me once again, this time a month after homecoming, to apologize for being in a conversation where John was trash-talking me.

At this point, it had been over two months since this whole ordeal started. I was furious. I decided, enough is enough. As I said, I’m a very non-confrontational person, and if I ever had the energy or emotional capacity to confront John face-to-face about this, I didn’t anymore.

So, over the next week or so, I devised my plan. My older sister, Lily, who had graduated the year before this, was her year’s student body president, and she was very involved and incredibly well-liked among my school’s administration, faculty, and staff.

I am also a good student and fairly-well liked among teachers and administration as I have a reputation for being a diligent student and a kind person. Lily had wanted to destroy John’s life from the first moment he posted about me, but I had held her back up until that point. I called her several times over that week and together, we created my method of revenge.

Lily collected all of the screenshots of John’s cyberbullying that I had and anonymously sent them to my school principal.

Our principal, let’s call him Mr. K, first emailed me to let me what had been sent in and to arrange a meeting to talk about it. Mr. K is fairly close with both my sister and me, and he knows that I have severe anxiety and hate confrontational situations. So, I played innocent and asked if Lily, who happened to be home from her university on break, could come to the meeting with me. Mr.

K happily obliged. My sister came early to pick me up from school that day, and we sat down with Mr. K. We both played dumb, pretending we didn’t know who sent the screenshots in. Our story was that I had told Lily about the bullying, but she wanted to respect my wishes of not wanting it reported to an adult. Lily masterfully manipulated the conversation, name-dropping a much less intense incident of bullying in her year that had resulted in severe punishment, and Lily made sure to mention that she was going to chat with our dean (unrelated meeting), who she was very close with, right after the meeting with our principal ended.

(Quick context note, I go to a 7-12 school, so the principal presides over the high school, while the dean is the general head of our school. That year, the woman who was formerly an assistant principal and a wonderful English teacher had been promoted to Dean. She had taught Lily several times and they were very close.)

Mr. K is a bit frightened of our Dean, so this scared him. Mr. K assured us that he would take care of it.

When Lily had her chat with the dean (she was just popping in to say hi, nothing serious), she casually let my situation with John slip, along with the fact that we had just met with Mr. K. We knew that once Dean knew, she would put pressure on Mr. K to get things done. We then got in the car and got coffee, satisfied with our work.

About a week later, Lily headed back to her university, and at school, I heard the news that John had been put on probation, which meant he was kicked off of the basketball team.

Outside of our mutual friends, most of John’s friends were in basketball with him, and this ostracized him from a lot of his friends. Unintended consequences, but I didn’t feel bad about it, especially since John still had many friends and his girlfriend at the time outside of the basketball team.

I thought things would be better after he got some much-deserved consequences, but they didn’t. He kept talking about me behind my back and even made some posts that didn’t mention me by name, so I couldn’t do anything about them but were clearly about me anyway.

I was fed up. I was having a particularly tough day once, and that happened to be the day that I overheard him sh*t-talking me. It was the first time I had actually heard him in person rather than hearing about it from someone else, and it pushed me over the edge. My eyes clouded with tears, and I ran into a nearby classroom and bawled.

A few minutes into my crying session, my history teacher, who also taught John, walked into the room, as he was teaching a class in it about 30 minutes from then.

I tried to play it off, but I was mid-sob and it was very obvious that I was crying. My history teacher (let’s call him Nate) is a super caring person and also happens to be married to our Dean, but that’s not entirely important to the story. He asked me what was wrong, and I explained to him that I had just heard someone talking badly about me. Nate consoled me for a little while and then admitted to me that he knew about the situation with John from his wife and asked me if it was him.

Through tears, I told him it was, and I told him that the in-person side of things hadn’t stopped even after he had been punished for his online actions. Nate tried to console me and helped me to stop crying.

I went home that day and realized I now had an advantage. All of the teachers at my school are very close, and opinions of students typically become shared among all teachers, especially if the opinion originates with a teacher who is well-respected, as Nate was.

Given that all of John’s teachers already knew he was on probation, what Nate now knew would definitely not help John’s cause. So I took advantage of that.

At the time, my whole grade was in a period where everyone had a lot of tests and assignments. I dropped an anonymous note on Nate’s desk (typed so he wouldn’t recognize my handwriting), warning him that John would cheat on the upcoming test. When I dropped the note, I figured it would inconvenience John.

I never expected what actually happened. It turns out, John actually was cheating on the aforementioned test. Because of my fake warning, he was caught. More than that, his chosen method of cheating was to text a group chat of three of his friends while they were taking the test in order to compare answers (the test was on a computer), so they all also got caught.

My school has a strict honor code, and violations like this are taken incredibly seriously.

They all got put on academic probation. (Regular probation is a slightly less intense punishment than academic probation, and students have to report academic probation to any university they apply to.) Given that John was already on regular probation at the time, he was kicked out of all of his extracurricular activities and pretty much lost favor with every faculty or staff member. Unintended consequences really went my way when it came to him.

At this point, I was probably taking it too far, but I had one more ace up my sleeve.

John and his girlfriend were going through a rough patch, and I knew John had harbored a crush on a close friend of mine, let’s call her Beth, in the first few months of school. Knowing John, he wouldn’t have a problem cheating on his girlfriend. It helped that aforementioned friend was not only gorgeous but also one of the most popular girls in our class, so I knew John would see her as a way to climb the social ladder.

Beth was an incredibly nice girl and had taken my side through the whole thing, but she was still friendly with John. We had joked about doing this for a few months at this point, and she was in (I would never have done it if she wasn’t). So, she began subtly flirting with John for the few weeks leading up to Christmas break. After the last day of classes before break, a group of kids, including John and Beth, had planned to go to a local mall, get lunch, play some laser tag, and hang out.

I went home after classes ended that day and waited for my phone to ring. I wasn’t sure this plan was going to work, but I had my hopes. To my surprise, it worked better than I could have ever imagined.

When they got lunch, they fractured into groups because they wanted different food, agreeing to meet up after they purchased their lunch. John and Beth both wanted food from this Chinese place, so they went off on their own a little ways away.

I know what you’re thinking, and, no, Beth didn’t actually try anything. I’m not that horrible of a person. However, the Chinese place was just far enough away and it took them just enough time to buy their food that, combined with their flirting in the weeks leading up to this day, it was plausible that something could have happened.

When she and John got back to the rest of the group, Beth acted flustered and ate her lunch quickly, then made an excuse to leave and went home, setting up the next part of the plan perfectly.

Beth’s best friend cannot keep her mouth shut. She’s a nice girl, but you cannot tell her anything without seven other people knowing within the next 12 hours. So, Beth let it slip to her best friend that John had kissed her at the mall, and within the next few days, the rumor spread like wildfire.

Beth is known for being incredibly nice and honest, while John has been caught in lies before, so everyone believed Beth.

John’s girlfriend broke up with him three days later. The social standing that John had worked so hard for and stepped on so many people for was destroyed. He had very few friends left and that’s the way things have been ever since. He no longer bothers me and I’m now doing really well.” whatamidoinghere132

3. Make A Racial Slur? We’ll Cancel Your Service Completely

“So, this story only happened last week so is still pretty fresh… I work as Technical Advisor on the phone for a massive international entertainment service provider that provides TV, Internet as well as Mobile phone services to over 13 million people in my country alone.

The other day I had been working some overtime on a Sunday (this is important later).

My last call of the day came through and it was from a textbook entitled person. The conversation was one of the most uncomfortable and distressing ones I’ve had at the company to date. (For context, as a tech advisor I primarily deal with tech issues with TV and Internet, however, I also deal with billing). Here’s how the conversation went.

OP: Hi, you’re through to OP at the tech team, how may I help?

Entitled Karen (EK): Finally, I have been waiting over an hour to get through. (She hadn’t. The hold time clock on my screen had said 13 minutes on hold.)

OP: I do apologize for the wait. Let’s get you sorted as quickly as we can,

EK proceeded to tell me that she normally pays her bill via direct debit and that this month, our company had not taken it and proceeded to cut her TV services off which has made her life difficult with 4 kids under lockdown and that her bill had also increased.

Now for context again. My company always bills a month in advance, i.e. your October bill pays for the November services, etc. I had a look at her bill and she was correct that we had cut her services off. However, what she failed to know was that we had attempted to take payment twice, and both had failed, so we had stopped and what she had also failed to tell me was that her services had been cut off for 2 weeks now as she had not paid for these services (remember, month in advance).

I explained this to her and also explained that the increased bill was because she had a bill coming up, and last month’s bill was not paid; they would be put together. This meant the bill was almost $130. I explained to EK that we could reinstate her services but that a payment had to be made.

EK: I don’t have any money in my bank right now, so I can’t make the payment.

OP: Sorry ma’am, I cannot reinstate your services without payment.

It’s procedure.

EK: That’s rubbish. I have been cut off before and you have reinstated me without payment.

I had a look at her payment history and she had indeed been reinstated before but this was a goodwill gesture authorized by a manager and it is common knowledge and also told to the customer at the time that this was a one-time thing. I explained to EK all of this and she became aggressive. Telling me I was useless and that she wanted to speak to a manager.

I knew only one manager was in at the time and I knew that the manager would say no.

But EK was being pushy so I placed her on hold and spoke to a colleague who agreed with me. When I went back to EK, I told her we wouldn’t be reinstating her without payment.

EK made the argument that she didn’t have any money in her bank and it was a Sunday, so she couldn’t go and put money in.

I again apologized and empathized that it must be difficult with the 4 kids and no TV, however, we can’t give her a service she has not paid for. There was a lot of back and forth at this point.

EK was being very aggressive and disgusting toward me and the company I work for.

It was at this stage that EK showed her true colors upon me saying that I could not reinstate. EK proceeded to make a comment that would haunt me till the day I die.

Again, the context for this. I am a minority in my country however not one that is the target of this comment but it still affected me deeply.

EK: You clearly don’t want to help me. I bet if I was a [racial slur], you would switch me back on. I bet you always switch [racial slur] back on when they ask.

I proceeded to end the call immediately as I felt my rage had peaked and I was worried my professionalism would stop.

The EK’s account has been sent to our customer priority team and they are looking at canceling the account altogether with no ability to reinstate in the future.” Falconoasp

2. Abuse Your Wife? She’ll Be The Lawyer For Your Next Divorce

He went down hard in court!

“For some background: My mom is a lawyer and was once married to my dad, the abusive dad of the story. He was awful to her, manipulated her, and beat her, even during both of her pregnancies.

After struggling to get out of their abusive relationship, my mom eventually got out with me and my brother. Things weren’t easy, however, as we constantly had to move to keep away from my dad and it wasn’t until I was almost ten that I even saw my dad again.

Cue visitation over to his house that I absolutely loathed and was miserable during as he was an abusive a**. However, he learned his lesson with my mom and made sure not to be (too) physical with us.

After years of manipulation and abuse, as soon as my brother graduated and I was a sophomore in high school, we cut him off completely. There was a lot more that went into it, but I don’t want to get into the details of that because it’s a lot.

My mom was studying to be a lawyer throughout all of this and did it while working minimum wage jobs as a single mom to two kids. She eventually got the point where she opened her own law practice and is doing much better now, but for a long time, things were rough.

My dad spent a long time making sure she wouldn’t have the time to focus on school and even got her to a point where she had to stop for a couple of years before she was eventually able to pick it back up and finish it. Still, despite his best efforts, she continued working hard to make a good life for her kids, while he was focused on making her miserable, even if it hurt us in the process.

Just to paint you a picture of the kind of man he was: when my birthday came up, my dad went on a cruise with his girlfriend and didn’t tell us until he got back. He said if he had custody, I could have gone, and then used that as an opportunity to talk about how my mom was broke and working dead-end jobs, as if he wasn’t the reason she couldn’t pursue her law degree.

He also hated paying child support and would be sh*tty about it, saying it’s “her job to provide for her kids.”

So… yeah. That was my dad.

Anyway, cut to about a year and a half after we cut off contact. Mom gets an email from a woman she didn’t know, and that’s when we all learned my dad had gotten married a few months after we cut off contact with him and that his wife wanted to file for divorce.

She told my mom about how she was enduring horrible abuse from Dad, a lot of which was similar to what my mom endured, and how she wanted to get a divorce but wasn’t sure how to with her financial situation. My dad had a stronghold on her finances and was holding her stuff hostage from her at his house after she left and she was scared and afraid he would try to hurt her or her family.

Other attorneys hadn’t been kind to her situation and would try to tell her to negotiate with him, but she was scared of him.

Mom knew Wife’s situation well from past experience and she decided then and there to work her a** off for FREE to make sure that Dad got what was coming to him. He had tried to ruin her life by trying to drain her finances with the divorce and custody battles and essentially trapped me and my brother in the crossfire.

She wasn’t about to let him get away with ruining Wife’s life, either.

Still, my dad was a well-loved man of the community and spent a long time manipulating people into seeing him as a good person so that if anyone spoke out against him, people would turn on them for it and take my dad’s side. He painted my mother as a monster woman who turned his children against him and often made the claim his only crime was “being human.”

Naturally, Dad was angry that his Wife wanted to leave him after he was served papers, but he wanted to maintain his reputation by handling things “quietly.” He called and texted Wife, but she directed him to speak only through her lawyer and left only a phone number.

My dad called, not knowing it was my mom, and tried putting on a nice guy act of how “this was a misunderstanding” and “this could be worked out.” Once my mom answered, however, he cut the act and began trying to intimidate her, but she shut him down.

Mom: Let me tell you what’s going to happen; you’re going to stop contacting my client or else I will come after you for harassment. We have screenshots of your conversations from before where you threatened her life and proof of physical damage from what you did.

Dad: You can’t prove I did that.

Mom: Maybe not. Still, I know just how bad it was to be in her situation because of what you did and I remember just how scared I was, too. If you think I’m still scared of you, however, then you clearly don’t know me. You didn’t just hurt me; you hurt my kids, too. You’re not hurting anyone else as long as I’m here.

Dad: You’re so spiteful and vindictive.

You already took them away from me, why can’t you just leave well enough al–

Mom: I didn’t take anything from you. They CHOSE to leave because of what YOU did. I just let them know there was a way out. And if you think I’m spiteful now, you haven’t seen anything yet. You tried to ruin my life, your own kids’ lives, and now, you’re reaping what you sowed. Next time you call, those papers better be signed.

My mom made good on her promise. She worked tirelessly, pro bono, to make sure Wife got out of there. She made sure she was safe and away from Dad until the proceedings went through. Anytime Dad tried to contest the divorce, however, Mom reminded him she wasn’t scared of him anymore and that the only thing he knew how to run was his mouth, so she quickly shut down his attempts.

She didn’t abuse her position.

Not once. She did everything respectfully and amicably, and that drove my Dad even crazier because she wouldn’t give into his goads or threats. She knew the law; he didn’t. Anytime he tried to pull a quick grab at Wife, Mom would respectfully remind him he couldn’t do that and would cite laws and codes to back up her case. Dad was an idiot and didn’t even get an attorney to represent himself because he’s that egotistical.

Despite his best attempts, Dad didn’t win out. My mom didn’t go above and beyond to make him suffer, because she knew that would reflect badly on not just her, but her client, Wife. Her main focus was making sure Wife was safe and away from him, not to settle a petty grudge match. After his attempts to stop the process failed, Dad finally gave up. He ended up paying for the items that he kept from Wife out of pocket, which set him back a bit.

Eventually, Mom and (soon to be rx) Wife appeared in court and finalized the divorce, while my Dad was too ashamed to even appear. Like I said, he was a well-liked man of the community, and to be seen by his peers during such a low moment for him would have probably been too much for him to bear. Once it was said and done, an attorney my mom knew recognized that Wife’s now ex-husband had the same name as hers.

Mom said it was her ex and I recall the lawyer saying, “You treated him better than I would.”

That drove my dad mad because the bitter twisted version of events he had created was contested by the reality of my mom’s actions. She spoke factually about him and never once called him a derogatory manner, always spoke to him professionally, and only snapped at him when he would talk over her or yell at her. By the end of it all, Dad was so ashamed by how his reputation took a hit.

Another thing: turns out he was cheating on Wife with another woman while they were married, but this didn’t come out until later. He also got *** for that, too.

Added bonus: When my dad died, his family lived out of state and weren’t able to be a part of the funeral plans directly, so my Mom took over the planning since no one else had the heart to. She did everything just right and gave him a respectful funeral service, coordinating with his friends and family to make sure his memory was commemorated respectfully.

She never spoke a bad word against him throughout the whole thing and many of my dad’s close friends and family extended apologies to her when they realized the monster woman my dad painted her as was false. Some even knew that he had been abusive to her and yet she was still kind enough to give him a good service to pay him respect.

She paid for his cremation and the service, paid for a professional film crew to (respectfully) film the service for my grandmother, who was too sick to travel during that time, that way she could see people honor her son’s memory.

Said grandmother once tried to testify against my mom to take custody of me and my brother away when we were kids because she thought my mom was lying about the abuse.

Mom also took on ownership of his home and land, since his girlfriend didn’t want it, and we are still working to maintain it today. We even found some of the furniture my dad said he “lost” or “misplaced” that belonged to Wife and helped her move it into her new place.

We use Dad’s home as a safe place for Mom’s clients trying to get away from their abusers and help them get on their feet there.

In the end, the king is dead, but the queen is still alive.” Sovereign_Charmony

1. Use Me To Cheat? Get Disowned And Suspended

So much drama but such a good read.

“So to give a little context to this story. This happened a little while ago and I recently got in contact with Face’s sister who filled in some blanks on the times I wasn’t around for.

About 5 years before D-Day, I met Face. A beautiful, highly intelligent girl who I developed a huge crush on. We shared an art class and she sat behind me and a different friend Little mermaid who isn’t that relevant to the story sat next to me. The day she found out who I was happened to be one of my bad days.

I was talking to little mermaid about my crappy day, and Face laughed and called me stupid for being so emotional.

Me being a hot-tempered teenager instantly turned around and yelled at her to “shut the *** up and mind your own!” She didn’t take too kindly to that and yelled right back, and we both got sent to the dean’s office. I got sent first because I yelled first. The dean pulls me into his office, I get told to stop being an idiot and apologize next time I see her and I’m sent on my merry way.

Slap on the wrist, nothing major.

A week later I man up and apologize to Face for snapping at her and ask her if there’s some way I can make it up to her (side note: I love drawing on the side and was learning animated/manga style art). She told me I could draw her a picture and if I did it good enough, she would forgive me. So I did. I drew a picture of her drawing a pic of me.

I gave it to her the next day and she gave me her number, from there we became fast friends. It was every day that we were either texting or on phone calls for… actually the entire day.

Telling the story of our lives and how stupid our first real interaction with each other is getting sent to the dean’s office. We had to write a statement about what happened. She wrote an essay, I wrote the following: “Got sent her cuz I yelled at a girl.

Oops.” We laughed about it afterward and I met her family, went to church with her a few times, and she came to mine. She moved away and we still visited each other and video chatted as much as we could. Closest I’ve ever been with someone who wasn’t *****.

Michael is my brother. Born 10 months apart and was the closest human being to me. Close-knit, and me and him talked just as much as me and Face.

When I was 5, our mother and I had to move away and Michael stayed with his dad and we lost contact for a while with an occasional phone call from his dad every now and again when his dad was home for more than 10 minutes. When he turned 11 years old, he got his first phone and he called every day to talk to me and our older brother. Somedays getting yelled at because we were always using the house phone when the adults needed it.

I got my own phone eventually because my mom was tired of sharing a phone with me. It was a brick of a Nokia with about 1 hour of call time before I ran out of minutes. Still works to this day.

So when I turned 12, I moved to Florida with my dad and told Michael about 5 minutes after I got off the plane. It took my dad and I roughly 45 minutes to get home and 10 minutes for my brother to show up with his dad.

This is all just to give you an idea of how close we were and how much we annoyed the adults to stay close to one another. About one year of getting to know Face, Michael and her met because I dragged him with me to her church the second time I went there. She got a small crush but according to her let it go because it was ‘weird.’ (It’ll be important later.)

To the juicy part.

Year 5. I have a girlfriend and have completely denied my feelings for Face because she’s 1 hour and 30 minutes away from me and I don’t have any magic ways to get to go see her except for the off occasion my oldest brother is kind enough to take me to her. Face, at that time, was super popular at her new school, loved to dress up, and show herself off to me every morning before school so she could impress Brad.

I never liked him but held my tongue because Face wasn’t afraid to fight me; neither was I but I knew when to pick my battles with her at least.

Michael slept over at my house on weekends and I at his every other weekend. I was deadly afraid of letting Face and Michael talk because I had a suspicion that if I did, Michael would win her over and start dating her and somehow I would lose my best friend to my brother.

Now I know this seems weird as I mentioned I had a girlfriend and I have denied my feelings for her. Truth was, I couldn’t admit that I had feelings for Face. This is because she was so far away and we’d been friends for so long that I didn’t want to spoil the friendship if things didn’t work out. I didn’t want Michael to date her because I was afraid that meant he was better than me in some way.

It’s weird to me now, but that was my thoughts on it.

Well, one day as Michael is sleeping over at my house, he and her talk to each other over video chat because she convinced me to let her. I thought it was a quick hi and bye because they had met before but this time was different. I just didn’t know yet. She was way more into him than she had led me to believe and they exchanged contact info and talked a lot.

When I found this out, I got physically sick, couldn’t sleep, or eat. I got wildly depressed, and after about 3 days of being weird, my girlfriend asks what’s wrong and I couldn’t tell her what it was. I couldn’t admit it to myself, especially not her, that I had unresolved feelings for another woman. I realized after talking with Michael that night I had feelings for Face I didn’t want to admit. I never told my girlfriend at the time because ultimately Michael and I concluded that trying to do anything with Face wouldn’t work.

That I should focus more on the relationship I’m already in than start a new one with someone who may not even be into me that way. Secretly he had already started dating Face and didn’t want to tell me because I told him this. Face came to the same conclusion as Michael.

So for 2 weeks, they kept it a secret until I put 2 and 2 together. Face wasn’t talking to me as much and wouldn’t tell me why and Michael was doing the same.

Funny enough always at the time. They admitted after I yelled at both of them that they were dating. I was crushed. My brother and best friend are dating. And I hated it. So I didn’t talk to them for a while. After about 1 month, I finally let it go and decided they should be happy. Who better to be with my best friend then my brother. They dated for 6 months with no hitched and due to a fallout with my dad, I was forced to move away to my mother’s and they both came.

We cried. A lot. And I left.

One month of being in a new state, Michael and Face are having issues with each other. Face doesn’t want to talk as much to Michael who is suspicious of her. With good reason. I knew that she had been talking to Brad and going out with him to an amusement park near her house. I didn’t say anything because she had told me nothing was going on and it would needlessly worry Michael.

Face later on had shared a screenshot with Michael of a conversation between me and her and he got offended by how we would speak to each other. Calling each other pet names, as well as nicknames, were made for each other over the years. We fought for a solid hour over the phone and decided we wouldn’t speak to each other. Face took this as an opportunity to separate us and I didn’t know it at the time because I was busy dealing with a different set of problems.

So Face went on dates with Brad all while telling me she had left Michael when he tried to control her not too long after me and him stopped talking. Even went as far as to do it over the phone with me on the call coaching her on how to not completely destroy Michael’s heart while still breaking up with him. I still cared for him and didn’t want him to be emotionally crippled so I tried to help her say it in a way where he wouldn’t be devastated for too long.

I mostly stayed out of the way the entire time and cried for him because I knew he was hurting. I refused to talk to him out of pride though. Which was my fault in hindsight.

Face than openly dated Brad and lost her virginity to him and told me all about it. I didn’t agree with it because she had only recently left Michael and it was upsetting to hear how quickly she moved on. Well, Brad cheated on her.

Twice. In 2 weeks. And on the second time, she called it quits with him. For about 2 weeks. In that time, though, she had gotten very ****** with me. Me having broken up with my girlfriend months ago due to the move and not knowing when I’d see her again, welcomed this surprise. I even let old feelings come to the surface, ready to try again and hoping that I was actually ready. Surprise I wasn’t.

However, I did get to see all her assets and I enjoyed it immensely at the moment.

Feeling guilty, I reconnected with Michael. It took 30 seconds for him to reply to my texts asking me to call him and I did and we shared a heartfelt moment. I apologized for not putting myself in his shoes and he apologized for not remembering id be friends with her for years and face and I just had a certain way of talking to each other.

He told me about him and Face having recently met up and how it was good to finally hear from me knowing Face wasn’t talking to me anymore. Me instantly being confused as **** asked politely ” hat the actual *** did you just say?!” He repeated himself and I hung up the phone. He texted me confused as to what’s happening while I called Face asking her if she was seeing anyone. She shyly tells me she’s seeing Brad again, and I laughed manically.

She got confused and asked what was up while I hung up the phone and started thinking of a plan to get back at her.

This girl, who for 5 years, was my best friend. Separated me from my brother for a little over 1 month. Had the audacity to use me to cheat on my brother and ANOTHER MAN TOO?! You have got to be ****** joking! How could I be so ****** stupid!

What I did was simple.

Oh boy did it have a big impact on her for a while.

I called Michael up after settling down for a violent rage fit. Asking him how long he’s been with Face. He told me about how she broke up with him for a few days and they got back together. I asked how long did ago did it happen when we stopped talking?

He asked, “What does this have to do with—”

“Michael. You’re my brother. We grew up in the same crib.

I want you to know I would never have let this happen if I had known.” I start sobbing. “Face.. she used me to cheat on you…”

“…..what…?” Almost a break in his voice, scared and confused

“She’s been cheating on you and has been using me and someone else to do it.” I said holding back my tears.

In the coldest voice I’d ever heard come out of him. “What?”

“His name is Brad.” He hangs up the phone.

Phase one. Completely.

I clean up my face. Breathe and ready myself for the next steps. I called her mother and father on the phone and asked if I could have a moment of their time. Meanwhile, their daughter Face is in her room furiously texting Michael and declining his calls asking what he’s talking about and who told him. Also texting me if I started talking to Michael recently. I of course don’t respond. I tell her parents only what they needed to know.

Their daughter, was out sleeping with other guys, sending nudes, passionately hugging in their house, backyard, cars, and occasionally at school. The school part was a lie, but school was important to her and I wanted to burn her house to the ground but since that’s not legal, I’ll do something a little less hands on. They thanked me and asked if I was okay. I broke down and cried and explained what she did to Michael and I.

We talked for 10 more minutes and they gave me words of encouragement and told me they would handle their daughter. They also offered to be there for me if I ever needed anything.

Quickly her parents descended on her like the wrath of God. They took her phone, her car privileges, and computer privileges and told her she would be getting signed up for home school and to prepare herself because the only reason she’d have any tech is to do school work and check the time.

This was only after Michael had savagely cussed her out and exposed her to all of her friends who thought highly of her. They were all disgusted with her. Most stopped being her friend, others didn’t give a sl*t because they didn’t know Michael that well. Michael had been to visit Face several times and met every one of her friends in her new city, even Brad.

Phase 2. Complete.

That Monday morning, guess who called the school before her parents did.

Me. Told them all about Face’s extracurricular activities. They thought it was about as funny as airplane food jokes and called her parents for a meeting at which the parents were happy to agree. They however had set the appointment for the next day. Which gave her friends enough time to talk about Michael and all she had done to him. That got to Brad who went and broke up with her very publicly. Even though he cheated more than her.

Nonetheless, she was humiliated.

Someone had told a teacher who told the principal that Face had been sending nudes and sleeping around. This is a hard no at her catholic school. This was talked about in the meeting with her parents the next day and the principal agreed to let them pull her daughter out of the school without putting an expulsion on her record. She had perfect attendance and was an A’s and B’s type of girl.

Phase 3. Completely.

She texted me and asked me why. Cussing me out and telling me how much she wished she’d never met me and how I should die alone. In between all of this, I said this.

“You taught me how to hate.”

I blocked her on everything and Michael and I reconnected, but to this day, he never looks at me the same. We no longer talk every day. Would be hard-pressed to get more than 10 minutes on the phone with him once every 2 months or so.

Ultimately I felt the most lonely I’d ever been. I’d lost both of the closest people in my life to this stupid girl who I let separate me and my family. My brother.

Years later, I reconnected with her baby sister who was 10 at the time of this occurring. She filled me on what happened at the school and at home and her friends. She told me it took almost 2 years for her parents to start treating her normally.

“They were disgusted with who they had raised. Never knew their kid could do something so evil to her best friend and his brother”

We didn’t speak again after that. Still friends with her on FB, Insta, and Snap, so occasionally I’ll see photos of Face. Still the prettiest girl around.” Sageking0710

Another User Comments:

“You and your brother should go to therapy to help rebuild your guys’ relationship.” DarchAngel_Tenbris

Reply:

“I would, but unfortunately, physical distance prevents me from doing that.

Even with online stuff, he just isn’t that interested in that line of thinking.” Sageking0710

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