PixabayNo one really wants to commit and act of revenge. It’s not like people go out on a bender looking for people’s lives to mess up. Humans are inherently good people – at their core. It’s when someone who has been hurt hurts someone else, and then it’s all downhill from there. Where did it start? Where does it end? We’ll never be able to untangle the messy human experience, but what we do know is that some people are just so self-serving, they need to be taught a lesson. They need a dose of their own medicine to understand what it’s truly like, cause if we really knew what it was like, maybe it wouldn’t happen in the first place. To make matters worse, most of the perpetrators were warned or asked nicely before anything happened. But no. Things go downhill hard and fast.
Take the woman who drives a tow truck. She sees there’s a big party in her neighborhood and kindly informs the house that they should not park their cars in front of her driveway. No one listens, in fact, someone yells at her and slams the door in her face.
She tries one more time, pleasantly, to inform them she will be taking action but gets a beer thrown at her. GAME ON. She comes up with the ultimate revenge that puts an immediate halt to the party. This is one buzzkill you’ll get a total kick out of. Read on for some scrumptious stories where people come up with the ultimate revenge that puts an end to the haters!
15. He skipped work whenever things got tough…
Pixabay“I used to work at the post office as an RCA, which is a Rural Carrier Associate. It was a part-time driver job. It paid well, and I wanted to get the full-time job with benefits, so you have to start somewhere.
The full-time driver on my route was Bill.
Bill was his own man. He did what he wanted, and the Postmaster allowed it. When I was trained, I rode one day with Bill. The next day, Bill called out. I then had to sort the mail and drive the route all alone. It was horrible. The PM should have told him to come in, but he was a spineless man. I didn’t finish until around 8pm. It should have been around 3pm given the time of year and how long it would eventually take me.
My schedule was every Saturday, and any vacation days Bill would take.
I also covered every time he called out. Now, as this was supposed to be a one-day-a-week job, I had a full time job as well at my local hospital. My post office job was in the next county over, about 45 minutes away each way.
I would get calls at 6am from Bill with some bs excuse for him not wanting to come to work. He would say he had to see an orthodontist ‘today.’ I worked with these doctors, and I know that there was no way he would be able to get an appointment that early. If he needed an appointment, he should have called me the day before so I could get my second shift job covered.
Again, spineless PM would allow it to happen without any recourse.
On my anniversary, I had told him I was going to take my wife out to a nice lunch before we’re both went to our job at the Hospital. At 6am the phone rang, and it was the same lie as always, and I had to go in. I reminded him it was my anniversary, and he said ‘too bad.’ I went in, totally pissed off. The same thing on my birthday, and them on my wife’s birthday, he called out, and I had to work both jobs.
A few months later, and nothing had changed.
I applied to nursing school and was accepted for the fall program. I had several months, so I kept it to myself. My plan was to work the same way I had, and if I was offered a full time post office job, I’d take it. If not, I’d go to nursing school. Both were great careers.
Bill called out whenever the workload was heavy, like with Sears catalogs. They were the worst. The postmaster would do things like remove all the toilet paper from the bathrooms, thinking we were wasting time pooping I guess. He’d also turn up the heat in the summer so we’d be miserable and leave on our route faster, which was physically impossible because no matter how hot you got, you had to sort everything before leaving on your route.
Sorting was by hand, and I was trying to be very accurate.
Now Bill had gotten remarried shortly before I started with the post office. They never had a chance for a honeymoon, so they put it off. They scheduled a two-week trip to the Caribbean. When he told me, there was a month to go before they left, which was plenty of notice. He told me the tickets were non-refundable, ‘so don’t screw me over!’
I had had enough of Bill and the PM screwing me over all the time, so 10 days before he left, I put in my two week notice.
The PM assumed I’d work though Bill’s vacation. Nope. Just the first four days. Bill called me at home. ‘Man, I’ve been good to you. You’ve got to cover my time off. The vacation is non refundable.’ I remind him of all the times he’s lied to force me to cover, and the days I had to work for him like my anniversary, my birthday, my wife’s birthday, etc. Also, how he screwed me over in orientation, making my first several weeks miserable.
I left the day I said I would, the PM refused to cover, and Bill had to cancel the trip and come in and work.
I loved nursing, so I made the best choice.” FuddieDuddie
14. She instantly started wishing she never had the party to begin with…
Pixabay“My sister Lilith was, and still is, a grade A ****.* When I was growing up she used to bully me relentlessly. She would call me names, break my stuff, blame my parent’s divorce on me and even physically abuse me until I got old enough to hit back. At school, she used to get all her friends to bully me as well, and because a bunch of older kids was always cornering me, calling me fat and ugly, I never had any friends.
No one wanted to be anywhere near me because of her, and she always made a point of letting me know just how much better then me she was. When I was younger, I believed she was better. She was prettier, wore better clothes, had a ton of friends and was into girly stuff like makeup and fashion while I was still in my teddy bear Barbie stage. You could just tell me that this is all stupid kids stuff, but it only got worse as we got older.
By the time she was sixteen, I was just turning twelve, and the bullying had never ceased.
Because of the type of person I was, I thought that if I did everything she said, she might actually like me, but this only encouraged her to take advantage of me. Things like cleaning her side of our room, getting her drinks, making her food, doing any housework mum asked her to do, and even giving her my pocket money, were completely normal. But despite doing everything she said, she was always nasty, and not just to me.
Sometime later and my mum was dating this guy (we shall call him Matt). Matt was, and still is, great. He was really nice to all of us, bought us presents, made a point to get to know us, even took both me and Lilith on separate days out so we could both spend some alone time with him, which always made me feel special.
I was thirteen when they got married, and we moved in with him. Matt made quite a lot of money, so both Lilith and I now had separate bedrooms and I could not have been happier. Enter Matt’s son. Our mastermind. We shall refer to him as Megamind.
He was older than me but younger then Lilith, so when we moved into his house, I was terrified that Mega would be like Lilith. However, I was completely wrong. Mega was (and still is) the best brother. He never made me feel like I was unwanted. He let me play on his consoles, got me into reading, helped me with my homework, even encouraged me to make friends knowing how my sister’s treatment of me affected my trust in people.
Mega was the sibling I always wanted and never got to have, and Lilith just kind of faded into the background for a while. Then, some years later, Mega brought a friend home from university. His name shall be Nick. Nick and Mega were best friends. They did practically everything together and had the truest bromance of any two men I’ve ever met. But there was evil lurking. Evil that wished to break the bromance forever. The first time Lilith saw Nick, I swear there were stars in her eyes, and she had to capture this innocent soul into her trap, by any means necessary.
And poor Nick. Poor poor Nick.
Despite both me and Mega telling him repeatedly what kind of person she was, Lilith entranced this innocent boy with her looks and her charms and they soon started dating. Soon, whenever Nick would come over to the house to hang out with Mega, Lilith would show up and drag him away, making it all about her. She started arguments with Mega about spending to much time with HER boyfriend and that he needed to stop and leave them alone, to which Mega always laughed in her face and told her, not too kindly, to eff off.
Mega wasn’t like me. He didn’t take any of her crap and I deeply respected him for that. However, this evil demon was not used to being disrespected and so she hatched a wicked plan.
She started trying to separate Mega and Nick. If Nick came over to be with Mega she would always make him feel guilty about not spending enough time with her. She would start fights with Mega and then act like the poor victim over texts to Nick, Nick would then call Mega all upset and angry and Mega would try to explain that Lilith was just trying to manipulate him.
All of this I saw as a spectator. Mega would tell me every time Lilith did something sneaky to try and break his friendship with Nick, and I believed everything he said because I knew what kind of a person she was. Lilith’s manipulation strategy over Nick went on for some time.
Then one day, Lilith and Mega had a massive fight. It ended with Nick yelling that Mega’s been against his relationship with Lilith from the beginning and he didn’t know what Mega’s problem was, but if he was forcing him to choose between him or Lilith, he chose his girlfriend.
Now I know a lot of you will call Nick stupid, but don’t. I knew how manipulative Lilith could be. She was a master at making people feel sorry for her and getting them on her side even when she was horrible to them, just like she did with me. That night I had to listen to Mega cry for the first time since I knew him, and I had enough.
I knocked on his door, asked him if he was alright, we ordered a pizza, and we started to plot. Mega was rather defeated by this point but I told him that if his friendship with Nick meant anything, he had to get him away from that demon spawn before he lost his friend for good.
And so we plotted.
Lilith spent the entire weekend with Nick, and came back all happy and smug, rubbing it in Mega’s face that Nick had chosen her, but via our plan, Nick said nothing back, acted defeated and let her talk. For the next few weeks, that’s all she did. Whenever Nick came over to the house, she would spend time with him in her room, and when he’d leave, she’d prance around Mega, bragging about how much Nick loved her and asking Mega snidely if he missed his ‘little friend’. Every time she did this, her focus was entirely on Mega, she never once looked at me, and that was her biggest mistake.
Finally, the day of her twenty-first birthday had arrived. Nick and Mega hadn’t spoken in weeks, and the few times Nick had gingerly tried to make things up with Mega, Lilith would walk in screaming about how he had already chosen her and that if he wanted to be friends with Mega again, then their relationship was over. Nick would always look miserable but would side with her nonetheless. Mega had had enough. The fact that Lilith was making his best friend so unhappy purely for her own selfishness, snapped something in him, and he told me it was time to put our plan into action.
This was where my part of our plan finally took center stage.
For her twenty-first birthday, she’d arranged to have her party at the house since it was huge and more than enough space for all of her university friends. Our parents had agreed but only under the condition that there was no underage drinking and that both Mega and I were allowed to stay in the house. My sister reluctantly agreed, and thus the plan was in motion. On the morning of her birthday, I knocked on her bedroom door. She looked annoyed to see me and asked me snidely, “What do you want?”
I innocently told her I’d had the best idea.
I told her I wanted to record her for her twenty-first birthday. I wanted to record her getting ready with her friends, talking about her plans after leaving university, record all her friends at the party, then set up the recording on a big projector Matt had in his office, so everyone could see it. This was before the time where smartphones were everywhere, so recording yourself was still something of a novelty, and I was using an old-fashioned camcorder I had gotten a few birthdays ago. Now, despite the fact that she did not like me, her wrath had been focused on Mega for so long that she most likely never saw me as a threat.
And because of this both she and her friends seemed to love the idea.
I spent the entire morning with them. Recording them all getting ready, putting on their makeup and, of course, introducing themselves to the camera. My sister was lapping it up. She looked into that camera’s eye like she was a supermodel movie star, preening and talking loudly about her successful future and how amazing her birthday party was going to be. That day I reverted back to my old role as a servant, fetched her and her friend’s drinks and food, and made a grand show of complimenting all of them and telling them how amazing they looked on camera, and that they could all be actresses some day.
They were loving it.
So, the party starts, and my sister told me to stay out of the way. I told her innocently that it was no problem. That I’d just stay in my room all night, edit the recordings, and come down to set up the camcorder when she was ready because I wanted this night to be perfect for her. Satisfied with my answer, she left my room. And I did exactly what I said I’d do. I edited my recordings.
A few hours later, and one of her friends came to my room and told me she was ready. The first part of the recordings was exactly what I promised.
My sister and her friends introducing themselves and laughing in her bedroom as they had been hours earlier. I looked at my sister, who seemed so satisfied that all the attention was on her, then I looked at Mega, who was hiding in the corner of the room, and gave him a subtle thumbs up.
Then the video started to change. It started to play clips of Lilith shouting at Mega, calling him names and taunting him about Nick. It started showing Lilith snidely telling Mega that Nick belonged to her and that she was going to do her best to make Nick hate Mega, so they would never be friends again.
It even showed clips of Lilith bragging about all the lies she’d told Nick and how he was ‘so gullible’. Every single argument I had recorded without her knowledge I’d edited into this video.
Everyone in the party was watching silently as Lilith’s true self was exposed clip after clip, while Lilith stood there frozen, completely unable to comprehend what was going on. When she finally snapped out of it, she turned on me, and started screaming, yelling at me and asking me, ‘How could you do this?’
I never said a word, I just smiled. When the recording stopped, Mega turned the lights on and everyone was staring at Lilith.
Clearly having no defense, she let out a loud cry and stormed up to her room, slamming the door so hard everyone heard it.
The next day Mega told me Nick had apologized for everything, and that he was stupid to so blindly believe everything she said. He even told me that Nick had thanked me specifically for helping him see what a monster my sister truly was. When my parents came home, both Mega and I were grounded for ruining Lilith’s birthday and for using Matt’s stuff without permission. But neither of us cared. Mega got his best friend back, and a few months later, Lilith moved out, since, after seeing the recordings of her behavior, my parents were disgusted by her, and they had absolutely no problems with showing it.
Since she no longer had any leverage over anyone in the house, she packed her bags and moved to stay in one of her college dorms. I’ve never had any problems with my sister since, and to this day Mega and I are as close as two siblings can be, and always laugh about the time we defeated the demon and saved us all from its clutches.” KindlyOffer
13. I kicked him out of the house, he just had his underwear on…
Pixabay“I found out around the end of April 2015 that this ex was cheating, once again. Found out by looking through his phone (which he agreed to random checks to after the last incident).
I hadn’t checked in a while so he apparently got too comfortable. For some reason, I felt the urge that night to check his phone.
We had gotten an apartment together a few months prior that both of our names were on. That night, I looked through his phone and found that he was cheating, yet again, with some random girl he’d met. He was bragging to one of his friends and said, “She knows our relationship is over. We’re basically just roommates at this point.” As far as I knew, our relationship was going great. I’d even spent hours that same night cooking him dinner and putting a brand new kitchen table together by myself because he was too much of a lazy butt to do it himself and I wanted him to have a nice place to eat for once.
After reading these texts, I woke him up and immediately told him to GTFO as we were done. He started putting on his pants and I said **** NO no, GTFO right now with what you have. What did he have on? TIGHTY WHITIES.
His phone was in my name. All of our cars (3 total) were in my name. And I bought him the majority of his clothing throughout the years. We lived basically on a college campus that had only one gas station which was a mile away. I was also the only one working, so all of our income was mine.
I kicked him out, no shoes, no phone, no wallet, no money, no clothes, no car keys. He walked a mile like that to the gas station to call his mom to come get him at 4 am.
I let him pick all his stuff up, a MONTH later, from the landlord’s all boxed up neatly. Immediately turned off the phone that same day and canceled his cards to my account.
He tried with all his might to get me back, stating that he knew I was the right one and he wanted to marry me. I said **** no. I even got him to come clean the entire apartment a few weeks later while I napped after an extremely long day and he groveled.
I woke up to tell him to GTFO again. Not to mention I threatened to take his past domestic violence issues against me to the police (had documentation) if he didn’t pay half of the rest of our rent up front since his name was also on the lease, to the tune of 3,000$ USD. We live in a state famous for horse racing and he worked 12 hours a day for multiple days at the track (during May, the busiest time in the year for horse racing on the planet) to pay it while I was also there, dressed fabulously, drinking mint juleps.
It felt wonderful and I got together with my now-husband (who treats me great) the same week that I kicked him out. Best thing I’ve ever done. Just picturing him walking into a gas station at 4 am to ask to use the phone and call his mommy while naked still makes me giggle like a little girl close to 4 years later. Don’t cheat on me, especially not the 5th time around or I’ll screw you over, BIG TIME.” Inked_Chick
12. He had 4 children and I didn’t even know
Hannah Skelly“I thought I was in a slightly tumultuous but overall fun relationship for a year.
I had gotten out of a 12-year relationship when I met Slimeball. He was so charming and handsome I thought I won the lottery! He was super pushy about saying, ‘I love you’ first and defining our relationship. He introduced me to his family. His niece started calling me Auntie. He tells me about his 3 children and their mothers and tells me about how the mother of his oldest hates him and is keeping him away from the kid.
But then things started getting weird. His ‘ex’ started calling ALL the time, multiple times a day. They had children together, but the grandmother had custody.
I was told, to make it seem normal, that both of them had jobs where they traveled a lot, so they signed legal guardianship over to the grandma to make schooling and emergency issues easier. Then the mom moved down to the city we were living in for ‘work training.’ She was moving down permanently without the kids. When I asked why the kids weren’t coming, I was told they need to stay in the same school. Um, they are 6 and 4. I’d say staying with parents is more important at that age than their peer group. It was weird, but I’m the cool girlfriend and it wasn’t my place to tell them where their daughters should live.
His ‘work’ was in the cannabis industry, kind of. He worked with the ‘ex’ brother-in-law going to legal states, buying pounds at a time and trafficking it via USPS. So, when he tells me he’s going to Oregon I think nothing of it.
After a week in Oregon, a lot of stories aren’t adding up, like his phone is always dead even though he carries a power bank with him. THEN one of his ‘friends’ starts posting cuddled up selfies with him. I quickly put 2 and 2 together and dump him for cheating on me with this chick in Oregon.
After I dumped him I made a messy Facebook post on his wall, when the mother of his oldest child sees it and she contacts me and lays out the truth!
He never contacts his oldest daughter, even though he has her cellphone.
No one is keeping him from her.
He owes $20k in back child support for her as he has never once made a payment. He moves around a lot and works under the table, so the mother was never able to collect garnishments or anything.
He has a huge criminal record starting with **** he committed at age 15, and then a lifetime of fraud, larceny and drug charges I knew nothing about!
His ‘ex’ who moved to our city was his girlfriend of 9 years who was very much still in a relationship with him and they willingly gave up the 2 children because they preferred to use *****; he likes ******, and she likes pills.
There is a FOURTH child!?!?!?! He and the mother conspired to pin the paternity on another poor sap and it’s been 17 years now that this other man has been paying for a kid that is not his.
Oh, and I was this slimeball’s side chick.
His family knew and played along in the lie and included their 10 and 16-year-old children in the lie!
His chick in Oregon is actually his star-crossed lover from childhood! And every time they would try to be together, one or the other would end up in jail! The Oregon chick ALSO has criminal record highlights including criminally negligent homicide from a DUI where she killed her passenger, fraud, larceny, and drug charges.
This shocked me, so I paid for a criminal background check which is how I learned of their records.
I PROFUSELY thanked the ex for telling me the truth about the situation. I mulled on it for a bit trying to convince myself to simply consider myself lucky and just walk away with my dignity intact. But then he’d be winning and I knew I had everything in my power to come down on him like Thor’s hammer.
I gave the ex ALL of his info – SSN, State ID#s, current and past known addresses. With this, she contacted her state’s Child Support Services. He will now have his driver’s license revoked and can’t get one regardless of which state he moves to until he is current with his past payments. If he ever gets a real job 25% of his wages will be garnished. He now has a warrant for his arrest in the state his oldest kid lives.
He’s trying to play house with his new girlfriend and contacted the mother of his oldest to arrange a meeting with his kid and his gf’s child. The mother is ‘playing nice’ and pretending it’s a-go. He is planning a trip to visit the daughter. He will not see her, at the ‘meeting,’ he will be seeing the police and they will arrest him for failure to pay, and he won’t get out of jail until he pays a sizable chunk of the $20,000 past-due PLUS bail!
I gave the ex his info THE DAY BEFORE his federal tax refund was set to go out.
She was fast enough at getting his info to CSS that they INTERCEPTED his full tax refund and now, for the first time, has to pay something for his child. His past due child support is also going on his credit report.
I know the name of the business his ex-brother-in-law owns and uses to launder his drug trafficking money, so I dropped a dime to the IRS. So, he’s losing his only steady income soon and can’t get a job at Walmart due to his criminal record, and if he DOES manage to find someone that hires without criminal background checks he will lose 1/4 of his paycheck.
I told this story to two of my ‘hacker’ friends and they got into contact with hackers more talented than themselves and are now going to ‘take care of’ a few more things for me – like finding the guy who was conned into paying for a kid that’s not his!!” rvngthrowaway
11. She wanted all the gifts so she could return them…
Pixabay“Background: When I got together with my Husband he had a female friend who was basically Queen of one of his friend groups. I was never really close to her but I liked her, well enough, even though we were very different (she’s more ‘girly,’ I’m more tomboy).
Fast forward 6 years and she and her longtime BF are getting married. Another thing you should know is that none of us are super rich, in fact, the lovebirds are just a tad bit on the ghetto side. Bridezilla’s mom, however, thinks her baby walks on water and they plan a classy wedding – confusing classy with expensive.
Thus begins the horror of the year plus engagement or as I like to call it, The Money Grab.’ These people have been living together for going on 7 years but they are going for the FULL white wedding. By FULL I mean:
• TWO engagement parties (one with an addendum that no gifts are to be purchased, instead we should bring CASH for the money tree).
• 2 bridal showers (including another money tree)
• Out-of-town bachelorette party
• A Bridesmaid’s tea at a fancy tea shop…where the bridesmaids paid as a gift to the mother of the bride….
•Various ladies’ nights where whichever poor girls showed up were slave labor for enforced craft time like making favors and tying 200 ribbons for hand engraved invitations. Not to mention they were all potluck and BYOB so we didn’t even get free food because Bridezilla can’t even throw together some cheese and **** crackers..!?
At this time my Husband and I were really struggling financially so this constant spending was hard and the guilt was constant ‘Oh mermaids_singing! I made you one of my TWELVE bridesmaids out of respect for your relationship with my oldest friend! What do you mean you can’t take 2 unpaid days off of work and spend $500 for my weekend long bachelorette party????’ Cue tears and phone calls to my Husband and other bridesmaids asking why I don’t like her.
I learned that due to the ‘honor’ of being one of 12 bridesmaids, I would be forced to spend $275 on an ugly navy-effing-blue rayon monstrosity from one of the city’s most expensive bridal salons. ***??? It was the definition of ‘never wearing again’ and probably cost $2 to make in China. And we had to find navy blue pumps to go with it…
Finally, we get close to the wedding, which means shelling out money for gifts… because the Lovebirds have registered every **** place. They are treating this like The Price is Right. They registered for computers and flat-screen TVs.
They registered for 2,000 thread count sheets (to go in their ghetto apartment) and finally, they registered for fancy china. I think the china is what finally sent me over the edge. Bridezilla does not cook. Bridezilla does not even have a table in her apartment. Bridezilla doesn’t have storage big enough for the 12 place settings she registered for. And I’ll be ********* if I pay $38 for a salad bowl for anyone.
So, I find myself with another bridesmaid (who is also mightily sick of this garbage as well) standing in Macy’s looking over the registry and I get a bright idea.
I ask a saleslady to help me find the most useless cheap kitchen crap on this list. Thus begins: Grudge Gifting.
We track down every useless thing on the list. And we price check it to see where we can find the exact thing cheapest. Special air vented pizza pan (for making your Red Baron extra crispy)? Check. Countertop mini cupcake maker, in the shape of a cupcake that makes 7 mini cupcakes (a cupcake pan costs like $5, this thing? $27)? Yep. Countertop Fajita maker shaped like a chili pepper? Chickity check!
Soon we have a pile of stuff that is made for garage sales.
This is trash that NO ONE uses and it’s all from the registry. We buy all the crap at Macy’s thus getting it off the registry. Then, we go to Walmart and Target and buy the same crap. Then we go back to Macy’s and return the expensive crap but neglect to give the part of the receipt that says it’s from a registry. So it’s checked off.
Bridesmaid #2 and I take it home and wrap it all individually so that we have two towers of beautifully wrapped crap. Crap that we have scraped the price tags off of. Crap that we have neglected to attach the gift receipts for.
And all crap that was specifically requested.
We show up at the wedding and do our duty. Everyone ooohs and ahhhs when we set our very pretty towers of crap on the gift table. After the wedding, we immediately go and change into our non-horrible dresses and shoes and shove our combined $600 dollars worth of navy blue dresses and shoes in a paper sack for immediate donation to Goodwill. We get our drinks from the cash bar and top them off from the flasks that we wisely snuck in.
Two weeks later, I get a call from Brideszilla trying to tactfully inquire about gift receipts…. ‘Weren’t they in there??? I could have sworn I put them in there.
Let me look around the house…’
A couple of months after that, I receive a very polite thank you note.
A month ago they had a garage sale. Every single item was out for sale including a very dusty 7 portion cupcake maker.” mermaids_singing
Another user read this story and commented: “Sadly it took me a while to realize the whole registry thing was a ploy to return everything for cash because I know someone who does this too.” SirLenzalot
10. He took my best friend away so I told his wife about his affair
Pixabay“So a few years ago I worked at a Fortune 100 company.
I was there on a contract. Everything was great. Really liked the team, boss (Paul) was great. He and I could talk about anything honestly as two guys. He’s been to my house. I’ve been to his. His wife is funny and a stay-at-home mom. If it wasn’t for the boss/contractor thing, we could be bros outside of work. At some point, there is a new woman contractor (Mary) that starts on the team. She sits in the cube next to me. She’s married, pretty hot, a little bit flirty, just generally great to talk to. She and I hit it off right away.
We become pretty close. We become friends, texting each other at night about work and family and just general stuff. Every now and then she throws some random comments out there about me coming over to her place. Which, from a self-esteem point of view, was just a big plus in my book. Never took her up on it, but could have. We have our normal disagreements about how to run stuff, complete tasks, etc. and while those got heated, it was just two strong-willed people having different opinions. No big deal. She becomes a family friend. Our kids play together, families go to events together, etc.
Fast forward to about 4 months later, I am chatting with my boss late at night (project cutover), he mentions that he is jealous how Mary and I can ‘fight and clear the air and just move on.’. I thank him for the compliment and didn’t think anything of it. Well, within a couple of weeks boss-man and Mary are doing lunch together constantly. I ask him if I should ‘move out of the way’ as it is obvious that he likes her (Remember, I am there on a contract, so my boss can fire me without a reason – that’s why I treated him with deference).
He says no.
Life goes on for another couple of weeks this way. Then he puts her on his pet project. All of her time is now allocated to his stuff. He doesn’t have time for the rest of the team as ‘all of his attention is focused on his project.’ I am sure you can see where this is heading. It was quite obvious to the entire group that they were having an affair. The entire group was up in arms about this because this ‘new’ girl is getting all of the boss’s attention, getting perks, etc. The same old story that you have heard about before.
Needless to say, I too am upset. I am losing Mary, my BFF. I figured we were friends enough to keep being friends even through her affair. Obviously not.
What bugged me about the entire thing is that I told my boss (who was also a friend) that his affair with her was ruining my work relationship and my personal relationship with Mary. He denied to my face that they were having an affair, which was such BS, because I overheard him talking to her on the phone saying how he wanted to come over to her place for one of their ‘status meetings’ and make out with her (Side note: There were also a couple of photos of them that were taken by people on the team – One was taken in the office at a group celebration for someone’s birthday.
In the background, you can see them in his office with his hands on her a*s, and another one where the team was out to a concert where everyone was drinking. People finally noticed that they disappeared. One of the women in the group took a pic of them kissing in his car). Of course, I didn’t tell them about these pictures during our talk. Eff him and her.
Less than a month later, we do a shuffling of cube locations, ‘to better align the people who work on projects together.’ I am moved to a ‘deserted island’ – no one around me.
Handwriting is on the wall. One month after that I am cc’d on an email to my contracting firm informing them that my last day will be 2 weeks from that email.
So through this whole thing, my ‘friend’ just quit hanging out (and I get why) and stopped caring. Mary pretty much just dumped me as a friend. I didn’t like it. I tried to ask her why to see if she would say anything at all– no dice. Her allegiance was to Paul now. I told her that I was upset. She told me she didn’t care and didn’t have time for me.
If you want to have an affair go for it.
The whole affair part didn’t bother me (too much). I will admit to some envy there, but I am not going to sacrifice everything I have for some a*s. Just not worth it to me. What bothered me was the lack of respect that they both showed me. I was pretty honest with both of them about what the team was saying, how everyone was feeling, etc. What they did was take my honesty and use it so that they could cover up their affair better. For example, when I said people were noticing that she would leave and then Paul would get his coat on and leave within 5 min, he started leaving his coat in the office and leaving about 15 min after her.
When I said that people noticed he was giving gifts to her and not to the group then all of a sudden the group started getting stuff too. Stuff like that.
What was funny (in a messed up way) is that about 4 months after I was gone, she started being friendly again, random, ‘How are you?’, ‘My day sucked’ texts. Anyway, I moved on work-wise. Still texted her every few days after she started texting me. Again, nothing major. Just pleasantries. But that anger was still inside me because of how vulnerable I made myself to her and how I felt I was used.
So I resolved to get even. I waited a full year (and heard that she had accepted a full-time position with my former boss). I then sent an anonymous email to his wife letting her know about the affair and giving her details and the proof (the pictures) too.
Mary, of course, called me, so did my former boss. He was pissed! I told both of them that I did not do anything (‘How could I, I have been gone for more than a year. I don’t know anything about your life anymore!’)
I heard that both of them got tossed out of their homes and are getting divorced.
They deserve each other.
Moral of the story, if you are going to have an affair be discreet and keep your friends close. Or have the nerve to say, ‘I don’t want to be friends anymore,’ and not be a passive-aggressive *********. Because if not, they may become your enemy and might be even more passive-aggressive and look for revenge. Did it make me feel better that I did it? **** yes.” Revenge_King
9. The smell of this fish will never go away
PixabayA couple of years ago, I participated in a student exchange program in Belgium and obviously I had to quickly find an apartment after my arrival.
I was very lucky and found an incredible offer: a nice big loft with a roof garden, reasonably cheap and very close to my university. The only downside was that current occupier was not the official landlord: he had a long-term lease but was forbidden by contract to sublet the apartment himself. He was himself going on a student exchange program and had to quickly find someone to rent his apartment (which is how he explained the rent was so cheap). He seemed like a wealthy, trustworthy guy so I didn’t mind having an ‘off the books’ deal with him. This ended up being my demise.
When I moved in, the apartment was not in excellent condition. All the utilities were included in the rent, which was a big plus for me considering that it was January and electricity prices in Belgium are pretty high. The central heating was broken, but the landlord was ‘kind enough’ to buy me two small electric heaters that I could use in the living room and in my bedroom.
Strangely enough, my landlord had some kind of defect/disease which stopped him from having a sense of smell (he warned me his girlfriend would be able to smell if I had smoked in the apartment).
I never smoked in the apartment (although I am a big smoker) because the landlord told me he was very opposed to smoking. As is customary in many European countries, he had asked for a deposit of around 1,600 euros (2 months’ rent) to be paid back in full on the condition that there were no damages. Although not in a written contract, I still give him the deposit because he left all his appliances (including CD / DVD collection and speakers, furniture, television, consoles, etc.) which I considered to be collateral.
As months went by, I paid my rent to his mother (still in Belgium) on time, had a great time and did no damage to the apartment.
I had a minimal but courteous email relationship to the landlord, who never complained about anything I might have done.
The landlord came back a couple of days before I was preparing to move out. He came to visit the apartment and check for damages and I was expecting him to hand me a brown envelope with the 1,600 euros he owed me after he had noticed there were no damages whatsoever. When he entered, he had a clearly fake and exaggerated disgusted look on his face. He explained that the apartment was dirty and that I needed to clean it before I received the money (which was not part of our verbal agreement).
I had cleaned the apartment entirely to the best of my ability and to an extent any landlord would have found more than reasonable. He proceeded to show me all the wall stains (almost all of them already there), dust under the oven (yes, under the oven), rust on some pipes under the sink, etc. Basically, he wanted me to clean the apartment as if he was about to sell it and, remember, the apartment was definitely not cleaned when I moved in. He offered to pay and go get some cleaning products for me, which he would bring back shortly.
I assumed he would also help me clean with his girlfriend, but nope. He came back and basically ordered my girlfriend and me around like maids while he and his girlfriend were doing nothing.
This was, still to date, the most humiliating and frustrating experience of my life. I knew that I had to obey his commands because I would never get my 1,600 euros back if I didn’t. I probably could have legally challenged him somehow but I was leaving the country a few days later and I preferred to swallow my pride and move on with my life.
Scumbag landlord, after 2-3 hours, seemed pleased with my work and instructed me to meet him at a café the next day to hand over the cash.
I arrived at the meeting early the next day, hungover as ****, ready to get my cash and get the **** out of Belgium (my flight was the next day). He did not have the cash with him. After I left the day before, he had called the utility company and realized that he had an outstanding statement of around 2,000 euros. Apparently, those little electric heaters consumed a **** of a lot of energy. I could/should have anticipated this, but as the utilities were ‘included’ and I had never thought of checking the evolution of my electricity consumption on the meter (which I had to unscrew a plank of wood to access anyways).
Scumbag landlord, after having made me clean his apartment from top to bottom, was asking for the 400 euros I owed him. He was even threatening to show up at the airport the next day and stop me from leaving if I didn’t! After calling the utility company myself, we went together to their offices and realized the balance was actually something around 1,400 euros (not the landlord’s mistake). I only received 200 euros in return.
I had never been so furious in my life and could barely stop shaking for the next hours. I wanted so much to get revenge, but I only had one night left in the apartment.
I was also legitimately scared that he would show up at the airport (I should mention that he was a big guy and a Muay Thai fighter). I had to somehow delay the effects of the revenge so that they would be only noticeable after I was gone. This excluded the obvious damages to the property, which was my initial idea. That’s when all the pieces fit together in my mind and my evil plot was hatched.
After sharing the idea with my girlfriend, we went to the nearest fish store and bought something like 10 euros worth of fish leftovers usually purchased to make fish stock or soup (my best estimate is something like 2-3 kilos of fish bones, and fish gunk).
For the next couple of hours, I blended the fish with a lot of water, cived out the chunks, and filled up spray bottles with a murky but very liquid fish mixture.
I sprayed that fishy water everywhere, but I really mean everywhere. Under the oven, behind the furniture, on the floor, the walls, the ceiling, between the drawers of his desk, under his mattress and even on the clothing he had originally left in storage when I moved in. There is no way he could smell the fish, and he probably would not have received complaints from the *neighbors until they wer*e rotten and stinking out* the whole building.
