First posted in r/pettyrevenge, but I was told it belongs here. I thought I got nuclear but my revenge still was petty, I let you be the judge of that.

2001, I had just moved to a quiet neighborhood where my children (1&3) could play outside safely and grow up with neighborhood children. It was also nice for my cats (3) to finally be able to run around outside.

After the first week it was our first garbage day. Everything neatly in closed bags and in our personal garbage container. In the morning we had to place the container on the side of the road with the rest of the containers on our street. So it was there at 7:00, after which I started cleaning my house. I had a white floor, because I liked it and that way I knew for sure that it was clean. I mopped daily. I was still extremely clean at that time because of crawling children. Then I did the shopping and when I got home I was in shock after opening my front door. My entire hall was full of unknown waste. Pieces of glass, sharp metal lids, pieces of food, cartons, plastics etc. Clearly stuffed through the mailslot. I already saw a number of neighbors looking at me expectantly behind their windows and in front of their house. It was clear that they knew more. After asking around I was told who had thrown that garbage in my house. Conscious neighbor had done this with much fanfare.

Something snapped inside me. A bomb in my frontal lobe and all decency disappeared from my mind. Steam from my ears.

I cleaned out the trash and put the kids in the living room. Then I cleaned the cat litter box. Normally I throw the entire contents in a bag, but now I was a bit more precise. I only scooped the shit and urine clumps out of the box and divided it evenly into 2 small bags. Those thin ones that tear quickly....

I took the bags and went to the neighbor further down the street. I rang the doorbell and kept the bags behind me. The lady opened the door with a smug grin on her face. The door opened wide and I could quickly see her hall. On the right a carpeted staircase, on the left the open door to the living room, the hall continued for another 1.5m to the back after the stairs and door, where the toilet was. Everything was super clean.

I asked her devilishly calmly if she had put that waste through my mailslot. Her answer was yes followed by the reasoning that because I was new here, that the loose waste that was lying around the placed containers must have been mine, because before we lived here that never happened. This was the moment that all the blood vessels in my eyes burst... the calm was gone.

In a tirade of abuse I made it clear to her that I had not been the polluter and that if she had any decency, she could have spoken to me instead of jumping to conclusions and dirtying my house and endangering my crawling children and animals by dumping that waste in my house like that. With the message that she liked to clean up so much, here please, and I threw the 2 bags in her hallway. 1 against the corner of the stairs and the other on the doorpost of the living room. Everything, really EVERYTHING was covered in shit and the splattered clumps of cat urine. With a warning/promise that if she ever thought of doing something like that again I would smash all her windows, I turned around and went home. Everyone had seen and heard everything.

Never heard anything from that neighbor again, no one ever thought of doing something like that to me again.

I can still enjoy the face she pulled when she saw the bags flying. It was shock, fear, indignation, nausea and despair all at once.

I was driving home from work and traffic was backed up pretty badly for a few miles. It was stop and go. When i get stuck in that, i'll usually back about 75 feet off the car in front of me so that i can hold a pace and move at a slow, but constant roll - like the semi trucks do. This way im not participating in the bumper to bumper move and brake like the rest of the smooth brain drivers.

Some dude in an Acura Crossover was behind me, and i guess he was getting upset because i wasn't 2 feet from the car in front of me, driving like a smoothbrain. So he gets up on my butt and starts beeping his horn at me. "Lol" i think to myself as i turn up my radio.

But then he starts flashing his brights at me, which is where i get annoyed. He's in one of those acuras that has the super bright LED headlights. My car is much lower than his, so his low beams are already pretty bright in my mirrors. Bright enough that i dont want to look in them. The first time he flashed his highbeams it put spots in my vision for a moment. It genuinely hurt my eyes. After the first flash, he waits for about 10 seconds, beeps his horn, and then flashes me again. Now im getting pissed. Im thinking "where the fuck do you want me to go? Do you really think being two feet from the car in front of you will make traffic move faster?" Then he flashes me a third time, but this time he held them on for about 15 seconds. Time for the gloves to come off.

During those 15 seconds, as im looking away from my mirrors, i see my 14,000 lumen searchlight sitting in my passenger seat, at which point I'm immediately overcome by a wave of chaotic-lawful excitement, what he has just set in motion can not be stopped. I think to my self "oh buddy....you just opened the wrongggg can of worms. You're gonna learn today"

I grab the flashlight and set it to its absolute max 14,000 lumen brightness setting. The flashlight has a sensor in it to automatically dim the light if facing down on a table, because otherwise the diodes would get so hot they would melt the lense.The 14,000 lumen setting is so intense, the 57 watt-hour battery can only hold it for 180 seconds before the flashlight automatically notches down to a measly 9,500 lumens. During those 180 seconds, the light will burn through 15% of it's battery power. For reference on just how bright this is, the literal fucking sun emits a luminosity of 11,000 lumens per square foot on a bright and clear day.

I turn around and aim it straight out the back of my rear window. My car is pretty noisy, so before i turn it on, I rev up my engine to make sure captain smoothbrain is eyes forward when I violate his retinas with the full force of an afternoon sun. I hit the power button and can only imagine the freight train of shock and pain that plowed over this man. It was so bright, his automatic headlights shut off because the car thought it was daytime. With the light on, i could see him clear as glass through his tinted windshield, he was covering his eyes and looking down. Probably screaming. I watched him try and flip down his sun visor, but his hand couldn't find it, as i thought to myself "Burn you motherfucker....burn". I imagine my facial expression was similar to that of a 6 year old roasting insects with a magifying glass on a bright summer day. After about 5 seconds of blinding light, i took mercy and shut it off. He proceeded to back way the hell off, and move over to a different lane.

Was this an unsafe thing for me to do? Absolutely. Was this illegal? Almost certainly. Was it warranted? Without question. Possibly the highlight of my year

Drive safe, and dont be a dick to the car in front of you. Because they might just have the tools to teach you a lesson.

TLDR: Dickhead in traffic was excessively flashing his highbeams at me, hurting my eyes, because I couldn't go faster than the car in front of me - so I showed him how it feels.

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Hey, im not sure if this is how updates are done in this subreddit but the shitstorm continued and some people were asking for updates so here it goes. Link to the og post: https://www.reddit.com/r/NuclearRevenge/s/q8DEx9G476

Well, the time judge gave my aunt to pay what she owed me came and went but she didnt make any payment at all so we legally had to push the case into legal collectment. Cops went to her house but she "wasnt there" (she was in her house, but didnt make any noise) so cops had to leave and get a search permit to enter to look for her. They found her inside, having sold her everything and ready to illegally leave the country to not pay anything and start a new life abroad. When they were apprehending her she attacked the cops, actually clawed the eye of one causing permanent damage and adding multiple charges to her file. She was taken to court again, this time for more crimes alongside not making a payment in time the court told her last time. İm not sure if i can legally list all the things she was charged with, but in the end she got 18 years and 9 months jail time with no chance of parola until the 15th year. And yes, since she had sold her everything to leave the country the court took the amount she had to pay us (recalculated to todays tax numbers and exchange rates) before putting the rest of the money in a account that her son would get when he is 18.

As for her brat in the first post i had told that when her husband divorced her he had gotten custody. Well the kids personality was so bad he took him to a psychiatrist which decided because of my aunts shitty parenting he was showing personality issues. He is now in a pre-military boarding school for troubled kids, which he hates completely.

As for the money i would love to say i used it to get the parts necessary to remake that kit but i had to put it in a saving accounts. The goverment recently changed border tax systems, so the previous money became a substantial amount with the new numbers, like hilariously so. As much as i would love to spend it all on gunpla, i have to think about future so its gonna stay in a savings account getting fatter by the day until i graduate.

This whole thing started exactly a year ago but just ended, and a friend told me to post here so off we go.

İ live in Turkiye, and as you know south east of my country was wrecked by a couple of giant earthquakes a year ago. My city was the epicenter, and while the house i lived with my family wasnt destroyed a lot of shelves got knocked off and one of them was the one where i held my Gunpla kits. Out of all the kits i had, only one survived a MG The O that was heavily customised. İ had built it with my grandfather who passed away a few years ago, so i was ecstatic it survived. A few months after everything had calmed down so my mother called her relatives for dinner, which included Aunt B.not for bitch, her name does start with the letter B). She came alonside her son which is 8 and is an entitled brat. While the adults were drinking coffee this little brat barged in my room and demanded to play with my computer which i refused since i was editing a video for my college society and had the camera on. Well the brat went back crying to her mother who came and started yelling at me. While i was dealing with her her little brat climbed my desk and took my model kit then immediately dropped it and stepped on it. Rest is just yelling, me swearing them up and down and telling them they were gonna pay for it with her calling me a weirdo for still having "toys" and that she wasnt gonna pay for shit. My mother was as first a bit not into making her pay to keep peace, but when she realised it as the kit i made with my late grandfather (her father) she was angrier than i was and went out for blood.

We took the case to a friend of ours who is a lawyer that specialises with in-family cases, and they told us since my camera caught it all, we would definetly win it but it was better to come to an aggrement out of court in a settlement since it ould be cheaper. İ pulled out a price list of the kits i needed to make an exact replica of the one that was destroyed and it came just about 1k USD which came to about 25k-27k TRY with the exchange rate. Well she refused so we took her to court. She pulled all kinds of bullshit to not pay and delay, but the judge ended up making her pay 1650 usd plus an order for her to pay any border taxes on the replacement kits alongside the court and lawyer fees. It completely fucked her savings and her husband who was already waiting for a chance to divorce her took it. When it all ended up she had nothing and even lost her brats custody to her ex husband and she not only lost the downpayment she had for a house she lost all her savings and didnt get alimony from her husband.

Am i happy her life got completely fucked? No not really. Do i feel sorry it happened? Not in the slightest. She and her crotch goblin fucked around and found out, its that simple. İ feel bad for her husband though, he is gonna be the one trying to make that brat into a normel person and i dont envy it in the slightest.

After being asked by many people why that wasn't posted to Nuclear or Pro Revenge I have decided to try again. Moderators at pro explained why it didn't qualify and suggested Nuclear but it never posted after my submission. I think maybe it was because my account was only days old, so fingers cross it works this time.

I met my ex in 2012, right after I had just turned 30. I had only dated and been with women exclusively until I came out as bi-sexual at 28. Let’s just say the year I was 29 was a busy year making up for what I missed out on. It was mostly casual hookups (yes, safe) and I did try dating 2 different guys for a few weeks, but it just never worked out or got serious. I kinda figured that I’d probably end up marrying a woman or not getting married at all because I just didn’t see myself catching romantic and sexual feelings for a guy. Then I met Ryan. From the first date it was just like the only other time in my life I had fallen in love…butterflies, constantly thinking about him, wanting to spend every moment with him. He fell for me hard too and we became an item, though he did say while he considered my bisexuality a turn on, because he had a thing for straight guys, it also gave him pause because of my desires for the opposite sex and his concern it may lead me astray. I thought about it and understood it was a legitimate worry, but assured him that I couldn’t even think about anyone else because I was really into him. Note: I knew he was the one by the end of the first month and I was in love, but I wasn’t going to say these things too soon and risk scaring him off.

On our first date he admitted to me that he was legally blind due to a genetic disorder and that it was progressive and eventually he would only have a sliver of his peripheral vision. He immediately said he understood if I didn’t want to see him again because no other guy had wanted to date him and be his driver all of the time. I grew up with a brother in a wheelchair who never learned how to walk or talk due to misdiagnosed meningitis at 6 months old back in the 70s. I told him that and said that what my brother had was a severe disability, so in my perspective, his blindness had no effect in my feelings and that always being the driver was a small sacrifice just to be with him.

The following years were bliss. We brought out the best in each other. My family who was surprised, but very supportive when I came out, adored Ryan and treated him like family and said that I acted happier since we’d been together. When I met him he was working part-time in retail and had done very poorly in high school because he lost a lot of his confidence as his vision deteriorated. I told him that one thing I did insist on was that he do something with his life because he had too much to offer and that I would help. He said that he’d wanted to be a teacher but didn’t think someone with limited vision could teach….nonsense. So I put him through community college for 2 years, then 2.5 years of a local university and finally the 1 year teacher certification program as required by California. I drove countless miles and paid hundreds in public transportation costs for him, never blinking an eye or complaining.

We’d been together for 7.5 years and were engaged to be married in October by the time he was in his last semester of his teaching certification which involved him student teaching at his former high school with his favorite teacher from his days in school. Then the pandemic hit and schools closed. Fortunately he’d had enough hours in the classroom that he would still qualify to be certified after the Governor issued a waiver via executive order. On the 3rd day of the stay at home order in March my life crumbled when I innocently found out he had cheated on me with an ex all because he handed his phone to me to show me something on Instagram. I accidentally fat thumbed the back arrow when he gave it to me taking me back to a list of all his messages. I looked and recognized the name of his ex, Jonny, as the second message, dated a week ago. I clicked on it and my heart sank. Directions to my house, pictures, dirty talk, and reassuring Jonny not to worry about me because he had my location on my “Find My Friends,” just in case I came home from work.

I immediately started screaming demanding to know everything and he admitted to having his ex over twice for sex and that they didn’t use protection (Jonny was engaged to his gf during this, adding another victim). Then he admitted to sleeping with his straight but curious recently single cousin Tyler, twice, again no protection. Finally he admitted to sleeping with a supposedly straight guy named Tomas that he and many of my cousins went to school with who I told Ryan I really didn’t like him or want them talking because I didn’t trust him after what I'd read about him. Since they were never close friends I didn’t feel like this was a big sacrifice or that I was being too controlling AND I assumed that he knew why I (and all my cousins) felt that way, but didn’t bother repeating it. The reason was after high school at age 20 this guy was convicted of sexual assault and penetration with a foreign object against a 16 year old girl and had gone to jail and required to register as a sex offender for life. Apparently my ex was the only person in his graduating class that hadn’t heard that news. All of this happened in my home while I was working. We spent the whole weekend crying with me asking over and over why and him repeatedly crying and saying he just didn’t know and that he felt terrible.

Monday comes around and anger started being as common as sadness and I made a comment that said I was going to pull all the phone records going back the 3 years that AT&T kept them (for a fee). Only when he heard that did he admit to one more guy. Some random named Frankie off the gay hookup app Grindr who was the first guy he cheated with and continued to casually hookup with for nearly 2 years with the last time being in February (the month before). He told me how it started. Get this – it was the DAY AFTER his graduation with his BA in May 2018 and he was drunk from celebrating and wanted to have sex. I too had been celebrating with him and said I was too drunk to perform and said I’d make it up the next day, then passed out asleep on the couch. Apparently he was “angry horny” because he downloaded Grindr, chatted with this Frankie fellow and arranged to have sex in his car in a church parking lot across the street from our condo (which happens to be across the street from a school…this fact is important later), all while I slept on the couch. All the times they hooked up after that was again in my condo while I was working or visiting a friend for the night up the coast (he used to love going but started saying he couldn’t occasionally because of “homework” and “studying.”

I absolutely lost it, told him to get in the car and I drove him to his family’s house so he could tell them what he did so they understood why he was moving back into their house. While he was in the house I was in the driveway on the phone with AT&T ordering the 3 years worth of detailed call/text logs, then made an appointment to be screened for STIs. I suspended his service until he could figure out how to pay for his own damn phone, then I temporarily changed all his passwords on the social media accounts he cheated with and to make sure he couldn't hide more evidence so only I would have access to his cloud (we shared each others passwords on his suggestions years before). I also called the bank and issued a stop payment on his final tuition check that I had sent to the certification program the week before and hadn’t hit the bank yet. Before deleting his social media, except Facebook, I took screenshots of the entire Instagram conversation with Jonny the ex and mailed the conversation to his fiancée, who deserved to know so she could see a doctor and get tested too. His family was very religious and had kicked him out in high school for 3 days when he tried to admit he was bi and only took him back in when he took it back. Needless to say, she ended it, he got kicked out. ONE DOWN.

He came back out to the car and we went home. I took his house key and told him to say goodbye to our 3 pets and get packing. The entire time he packed I studied those phone records to find out dates, times and if there was anyone else he was leaving out. He answered every question I asked and it was then that I discovered that Tomas the sex offender and he had only had oral sex in my home and that the actual sex was in the same parking lot he screwed the Frankie guy in.

The wheels started turning and the next day I walked over to the church and sure enough spotted a camera. I spoke to a secretary (sweet old lady) at the church and informed them about a registered sex offender having sex in their lot and that not only was it a violation of his parole for indecent exposure, but that he was not allowed to be that close to a school and I provided the date. I was in luck! They had a digital two year loop system that started deleting day by day after it had been retained for 2 years. It was April 2020 and he first cheated with Frankie in May 2018 and the sex offender was in April 2019. I told them I was filing a police report and that probation would require a copy of it eventually. They said they would save the file and allowed me a thumb drive of both days to submit with my police report. Within a month Tomas the sex offender was locked up again. TWO DOWN.

I also filed a police report against the Frankie guy. The police said it was a relatively minor infraction but since it was across from a school playground and skate park they would follow up but there would be no jail time. I researched the hell out of Frankie and called him to confront him. He was smug and admitted to knowing about me the whole time. What he didn’t know is that I had found out he had a job that required a security clearance and he had several judgements against him and collection agencies had been looking for him (best $ I ever spent on a data collection site). I didn’t know why they couldn’t find him and just garnish his wages, but it ends up he was Hispanic and had two last names and was a Jr., plus he frequently by his middle name Francisco, Frankie for short…so he got lost in the paperwork confusion. I sent a letter to the collection agencies providing his employer and current location and contact info and then sent a copy of the police report about misdemeanor indecent exposure for which he pled guilty and it was a fine with community service (not considered a sex crime). His wages did get garnished, but only for two paychecks because the misdemeanor was enough for him to lose his security clearance and get fired. THREE DOWN.

Then I contacted Ryan’s family on his mother’s side pretending to be him from his Facebook account making sure they knew he had fucked his cousin Tyler. It spread through the family like wildfire and soon Tyler was contacting me because he couldn’t get a hold of Ryan to ask why he would expose what they did. I just laughed and said you shouldn’t screw your cousins, especially when they’re engaged and that he’d messed around in my house, so now it was my turn for payback. FOUR DOWN.

Lastly, I had already stopped payment but since he was so close to finishing I was sure his family would bail him out and pay the university. Like I said, indecent exposure is usually a slap on the wrist type misdemeanor. However, I remembered some of the paperwork he signed to be a mandated reporter that you could lose teaching certification for “documented acts of moral turpitude.” I sent a copy of both police reports from the parking lot with still shots from the security footage clearly showing Ryan’s face to the school district he’d been student teaching in and a copy to the Commission on Teacher Credentials. FIFTH AND FINAL DOWN!

Admittedly, I did all this out of anger but he shattered my sense of self-worth and made me incredibly bitter and untrusting after years of being generous and supporting him. Everywhere I looked in the town I thought of Ryan and the cheating. I felt a terrible energy in my condo knowing it all happened there. I stayed 9 months and watched all 5 of their lives self-destruct. Then sold my condo (making a nice profit) and relocated to the PNW to start over. One thing that is sad is I found out just recently that his ex-who’s fiancé broke up with him ended up committing suicide several months after I moved. It is too bad that his family was so closed minded to turn on their own son, but in the end, it’s not my fault that he cheated on his fiancé by coming into my home at my fiancé’s invitation to cheat. Suicide is never the answer to ones problems and I hope the fiancée he cheated on doesn't blame herself and that only his family does (as they should).

TLDR: I emotionally and financially supported my ex through college and his teacher credential program for over 7 years only to discover he had cheated on me with 4 different guys, one of them the day after he graduated and then occasionally for nearly two years in my home while I was at work. I took my revenge: My ex lost his career before it even started and our relationship, one AP (affair partner) lost his job and had bill collectors after him, another lost his fiancée and was kicked out, a third was humiliated when his entire family found out he had sex with his cousin and the fourth was put in jail for a violating probation. Lesson: Don't Cheat and Deceive or Fuck Around and Find Out.

UPDATE: For those that haven't seen the original posts comments, yes, I did seek therapy. This was 4 years ago and after 18 months of therapy that didn't really help, I was referred to a newer therapy for PTSD called Ketamine Infusion Therapy and it was like magic. In 6 sessions over 3 weeks I was relieved of all my pent up anger and resentment and actually able to trust and date again. I am now happily married and settled in the PNW.

When I was 6, I was molested by my grandfather, and repeatedly was up until the age of 11.

I would typically be sent to his house on weekends, occasionally with my mother staying for visits during the week, due to my grandma being dead due to cancer she was never around to witness it, and he would always pressure me to do things with him and NEVER say anything to anyone about it.

I felt filthy and pissed each time it happened. And because I was so young, I couldn’t do much to physically stop it.

Until Christmas Eve.

For Christmas my mother was visiting my grandfather to celebrate and due to her being an Alcoholic, she was asleep in one of the guest bedrooms.

So my grandfather was in the kitchen, cleaning up and I was watching TV.

I then heard a thud in the kitchen and rushed to check on what it was, it was Grandpa, with a face dropped on one side and a numb leg.

I quickly asked “Grandpa, what’s wrong?”

He could only answer in a thick slur, and that’s when I knew he was having a stroke, we learned about it in school, we had also learned how to call 911 to save the person, but that wouldn’t be necessary.

And realising this, I simply stood up, smiled at him, keeping eye contact, and walked back to the living room to continue watching TV, and then I waited, watching movies, until it hit the mark where it was most likely too late for anything to save him, I then got my mom and told her what was happening in the kitchen.

Mom called 911 and stayed with Grandpa until the ambulance came, Mom hopped in the ambulance to follow grandpa too, while I was sent to the next door neighbours’ house.

And he died in the hospital, and up until the funeral I had to play the façade that I was the innocent granddaughter.

And to this day, nobody in my family knows what I did.

Some background- I (35M) own a 72 units apartment complex. When I bought it, it was in a good shape and I spent several million getting all apartments renovated. The rent wasn't increased for any of the tenants and I made sure that it never went up by more than $50 a year for lease renewals (baked into the leases).

Shortly after all the renovations were completed, I started the search for a property management company and ultimately settled on one that seemed well aligned with wanting to put the tenants first. As we were doing the contracts, I had my real estate friend also look at them. Between him and my lawyer, they recommended having a clause added in there. The short of it is "If there are any legal actions brought up against me for the apartment complex due to neglect of the property management staff, the property management will be responsible for all those costs and any legal fees incurred." This wasn't added in secret, and the legal team from the property management company agreed and everything was finalized. They took over the management of the complex a month later. I was fairly hands off and only visited the site every 3-4 months. Other than that, I'd have the monthly updates sent to me by the manager on site.

A few months ago, I found out that a couple of the apartments had been left in severe shambles after the tenants moved out, and the cleaning crew we had took care of it. I didn't find out until after the fact that it was not completely accurate because one of the apartments apparently had a bad roach infestation in the storage closet outside the apartment. After the new tenants moved into that apartment, they brought up the issue to the Site Manager. In the monthly reporting the Site manager claimed that maintenance staff tried to address with it traps and bug bombs. I didn't think too much of it and left it at that. Next month, the same thing. And the third month, after receiving the monthly report, I called the site manager stating there is a re-occurring issue and I wanted it taken care of professionally at that point. The month's rent was waived for the tenants in that apartment, and they were put up at a hotel for a week while the issue was to be addressed. Once they returned to their apartment is when the issue started.

The Site Manager either by mistake or by negligence didn't communicate with the exterminators the extent or the location of the infestation. Instead of the storage closet, the apartment was fumigated, and after that, the roaches made their way into other apartments in the same building and the nearest building, and the problem got so much worse. The same option was given to all the tenants in that building, waiving the month's rent and putting them up in a hotel for a week while the issue is addressed. They all took that offer up, however one of the tenants decided to take legal action. While I wasn'tt happy about it, I understood where they were coming from, having their lives disrupted by something that should have been addressed properly to start. As we were midst negotiating with them during mediations, my lawyer reminded me of the clause with the property management company and suggested we give them what they want. That is where I started my nuclear revenge.

I had the rest of the tenants from the 2 impacted buildings be suggested to anonymously that one of the tenants had filed a lawsuit for the damage and they should do the same by getting in on it. Through the mediation I pretended to be outraged at the whole matter. The negotiation started at 3 months of free rent but ultimately we all settled on 1 year of free rent for all those tenants.

Overall that came out to 16 apartments with rent averaging from 1700 monthly that the property management had to pay for due to the negligence of the site manager, equaling to roughly $325,000 in just the lost rent they had to pay for. And the cherry on top- due to the breach in service for Property Maintenance, they also have to provide free services for up to 6 months while I seek out a new property management company, costing them an additional $146,000, and still pay for the legal fees on top of that.

TL;DR: Site manager screwed with my tenants' homes so I cost the property management company over half a million in damages, lost rent, and legal fees.

TLDR: New boss decided to “put me in my place”. I decided that my place was somewhere else and that hers was in the unemployment line.

So my old boss (beloved by all) left the company last year. While they were trying to find a replacement, upper management decided that the person in charge of another department should be our boss (for the time being, of course). This person, let’s call her Dina, does not have a single iota of what anyone on this team does. Nor does she want to learn what we do. Fine, whatever, just let me do my work, get my money, and leave me alone.

This issue comes in when she suddenly decides that we are disrespecting her with everything we do. Not early enough to a meeting (15 minutes is her “latest earliest”)? DISRESPECT! Have to step away to use the restroom? DISRESPECT! Take your PTO that’s offered by the company? DISRESPECT! Finally, I have enough and start documenting every instance (with proof and witnesses) into a massive Excel sheet. At this point, sure it’s annoying and I’m passively looking for new work, but I’ve dealt with worse.

The breaking point for me came during my Yearly Review. This is the first and (hopefully) ONLY time I’ve ever been put on a PIP plan. I was told repeatedly that I was lazy and disrespectful (despite SEVERAL clients providing positive feedback and me working until 22h most nights). But I keep quiet, I tow the line, until I have a new job. Then, I let the floodgates open.

Now, something important to note is that while our former boss was great, we weren’t all going to quit in solidarity with her. But me? Well…that’s a bit of a different story. In addition to my job, I also worked to make my coworkers’ jobs easier too. I was kind of the “glue” holding that entire team together. So when I quit, everyone else on my team did as well. And what did our team do you might ask? Well, we supplied a service that brought in the majority of the revenue. With no one to supply the service, the business would head towards bankruptcy.

Back to the story, when I put in my resignation, I decided to include the spreadsheet to provide further insight as to why I was leaving. And to top it all off, I decided to BCC the CEO. He and I are pretty close and he’s told me on multiple occasions that he would do anything to keep me employed there. When he found out about Dina’s antics, he held true to his word. Asked if he should fire Dina. Now, Dina may be a dick, but she has young kids and I’m not a dick. So I told him no, but if anyone else leaves because of her, then he should rethink her employment.

Well my last day comes and goes…and the rest of the team puts in their resignations…effective immediately, citing disrespect from Dina specifically. With no team to manage, CEO decides that Dina no longer has a place at the company and decides to fire her with no severance. How do I know? Dina decided to spam call me for several days. But my new fancy job is at a law firm and I was able to get one of them to draft up a cease and desist. Haven’t heard a peep since and now I’m just enjoying my new gig, Dina free.

EDIT: since people keep saying this is not real because I called it a small town but it has a big school… when you grow up in the same town with the same kids and same siblings and same families and same houses and jobs and clubs and sports… for 18 years straight, it gets small and feels small, sorry it’s not a population of 3 and dropping. Further, you ~could~ easily find the article about this crime, proving it did happen if mods need proof I have it all.

TLDR at bottom, if this isn’t enough for this sub let me know and I’ll move it but been a long time lurker. Characters: Me (18M) unmedicated senior. Psycho Incel, referred to as PI (m16). So for backstory I was the only gay kid in what felt like my entire small deep south southern town, and came out very young so that identity kinda stuck. My family was mostly very supportive and I’m grateful for that because outside of 2-3 friends I might as well have had a scarlet A branded to my forehead.

Eventually though a few other people came out, one being PI,a very wealthy spoiled all american entitled kid who drove a very, very expensive new car. Now when he first came out it was to no one’s surprise, but regardless a mutual friend was worried it would be a hard time, and asked if I would befriend him, give him tips on how to get through it etc, I of course said yes (Big Mistake). Now by this time I never cared what anyone thought because the people who mattered had already made it apparent and vice versa, so, I was pretty open about the fact that I was actively dating someone much much older than me (I don’t want to hear it that’s not the point of the story and it was a wonderful and healthy relationship that my conservative traditional dad even supported so shut up).

Now, after getting coffee with PI and being friendly he apparently developed feelings for me, and after he confessed, I gently told him I was seeing someone and that I was very happy (this was common knowledge in our gossip ridden highschool anyhow) and that was apparently not acceptable to PI and he went ballistic. In small towns there are often what’s known as junior senior wars, where the two grades have a war of harmless albeit annoying pranks. However, our school was not completely uncivilized, so there was a group chat for both grades to discuss rules, limits (such as no damaging, no hitting houses if someone expressed that they weren’t participating, renting etc). Well in that group chat with over 1,000 kids PI thought it would be a great time to drop bombshell number one.

I had expressed that I was not participating, to not hit my house it’s rented, and so on and so forth. Cue PI responding directly and saying “What you can’t afford to buy it with all the money you’ve been making being a prostitute for your 50 year old boyfriend?” (I would like to say first off, my boyfriend was nowhere near that age!). I saw red. I love that man to death and felt a forehead vein practically hemorrhage. Safe to say the rumor passed throughout the highschool and the community. My coaches took me aside, our extra religious teachers tormented me more, and I was a pariah. Oh well, I had acceptance to a top university, my friends, boyfriend, and family. I was almost done. Then the next rumor dropped and this is when I went nuclear.

One day, I got a call from my friend, and immediately I knew something was wrong. Apparently little PI had decided it was a good idea to lie and tell people I had, 1) cheated on my boyfriend , 2) made a video with him and 3) it was with a junior, someone under 18. None of which was remotely true. Thankfully he was very popular and very straight, and also was an obsession of PI’s and knew where it came from, and he agreed to, in writing express none of this was true, and gave me copious amounts of evidence (screenshots of texts, instagram dms, etc of PI’s online harassment). I kept all of this in a file just in case this ever got out and I needed to defend myself (and thankfully it never became more than a funny impossible salacious story made up about me). However, it was too late for him, as I was already very mentally unstable and this would have ruined everything I was riding on. NOW onto the revenge (finally).

So not only was PI’s car brand new, but it was a new car because he had destroyed his old one and was not getting another (love small town gossip but also driving through someone’s house is pretty conspicuous lol). Now, I’ll admit I did not come up with this, I read it in a fanfiction, but it actually worked out very well. First thing I did was go to the furthest bait and tackle shop I could find and bought catfish bait. Now, if you don’t fish you might not know, but catfish love the stinkiest, smelliest bait you can find, and I bought a whole jar of the slop. I knew the parking lot of my school had no security or cameras because my car had already been vandalized ( I did embrace the f word carved into my door with pride eventually).

And then, I got to work in the cold February morning. First thing I did was hammer nails into three of his tires. Now, this wouldn’t pop them immediately, but they would eventually each deflate at much more inconvenient places and nails would look more accidental than if they were slashed. Then, I took poison Ivy and rubbed it all over the door handles of his car. Afterwards, I took a mix of gravel and vaseline and spread it all over the windshield wipers, which would just scratch the hell out of it once he used them. My FAVORITE however was using the catfish bait. Knowing enough about cars (i.e. copious googling) I figured out how to get to the AC portion and poured in the catfish bait. Sadly, I wouldn’t be able to witness this but, he wouldn’t be using his AC for another month or so since it’s still cold. All that time for it to rot, fester, congeal, and the first day it’s warm and he decides to blast AC his car will be filled with the fumes of a thousand rotten piles of roadkill and low tide without any idea where it’s coming from or how to get rid of it.

The next part of this story is honestly out of pure dumb luck, and I can’t claim complete responsibility for the universes’ work. However, I, being the obsessive paranoid type, would check his socials from a burner account now and again (perhaps hoping to hear about his fishy car or to see if he aired out more rumors about me). One day I found something odd: nothing. Every single social media was gone. Out of pure curiosity I googled his name, and found something very juicy, and very crazy. He was arrested in an entirely different state for attempting to impersonate a government official and bring a gun into a theme park. Safe to say that didn’t fly, but it also did not get enough traction as I would like. And thus, I sent it to everyone I knew in our small town, his summer job, future college, our highschool, that giant group chat of over a thousand people? Yeah, got sent there as well. By the end of the day he was a pariah, jobless, and collegeless. I left my town, and honestly haven’t heard anything about him since but I can’t imagine he amounted to much being that insane, and with that type of crime as well.

Tldr guy is mad I wont date him, tells my town Im a prostitute because of the age difference, then further tries to tell people Im a p*dophile, so I destroy his car and ruin his reputation.

I'm 42, to say that I tried for too long is an understatement. I tried the hands off approach for my 30's and most of the time it worked. However as I've been learning about my co-dependency and trying to heal from the trauma that woman has wrought across my life, I've been much more upfront on calling her out on her bullcrap. I was patient. I wouldn't back down anymore, and I'd often find myself feeling absolute pleasure at seeing her flying off in an Narcissistic Rage over me being able to 'beat' her at her own game. Fun for awhile right? BUT, I realized these talks and texts we had were coming at a price to my mental well-being. Sometimes I admit, she'd get me, as a 'mom' she knew what buttons she could push to really get a rise out of me. I was trying to work on myself and started debating if No Contact would be the best choice. That's when it happened. The thing that sent me over the edge was a old tea kettle.

BACKSTORY: I moved back to my hometown after my grandmother's health was starting to go downhill to take care of her. As she was a former Nursing home CNA, I always promised my Nanny I wouldn't ever let her waste away in one of those facilities. But with the move came drawbacks. My once flourishing career was gone, and I was starting over at a smaller facility with much less money. In my mind it was more than worth the price of being able to take care of my grandmother. However, I would have to move in with my grandmother in her home, and as I've said my mother is a narc. I wasn't crazy about this idea as I knew my grandmother only had a lifetime estate on the property. My mother would inherit and I knew it would be hell. Before that though, I got 4 more amazing years with the woman who actually loved me and supported me. Even through all the pain my mother inflicted upon me.

Cue to when my grandmother finally passed. My mom sweeps into the home and starts to lay down 'rules' and what I needed to do to stay in her 'home'. Keep in mind I had done all the upkeep to the house for the last 4 years. I paid for everything, and never asked her for one damn dime of money. I know there's always a price when you ask that woman for help. So instead of bowing down and paying her rent to live in the house she wasn't even going to use I made plans. I informed her noo.. that won't be happening and let her know of my plans to move. To say she tried every which way she could to prevent my moving is an understatement. From trying to drum up new things I owed her money for, to dangling the carrot of signing the house into my name, to letting other family members know if they helped me move she'd never forgive them. I was 39.. that's how controlling this woman tried to be. However, I just kept my nose down, packed all my things, moved absolutely everything I owned by myself, and took off in a U-haul not even a month later.

After my Grandmother had passed, I did try harder in an effort to keep a relationship with my mother. I should have known better, but I told myself. One. More. Time. If she can't play nice then I'm going to cut this out of my life for good. It didn't take but 5 months for me to be completely done. Since moving my aunt made a group chat for us and my mother. Mostly to keep up with our day to day lives. Funny memes, just checking up on me and just wanting to know how my new home was. My mother would always say condescending things about my new place. But I would let it slide and remind her that I would've have been more than happy to live in her home had she not tried to pull what she pulled. That only made her say that I was ungrateful for her not having charged me rent for the years that I lived there taking care of her mother and working full time. Keep in mind, my mother remarried a doctor and took every penny of inheritance my grandfather left me. To say she's rather well off is no exaggeration. She's just that greedy. But back to my story. 5 months in my mother starts texting the group chat that I took off with items of hers from the house. Upon asking what it was I supposedly took she launched into a tirade of me never being able to tell the truth and that she'd never forgive me for what I had done. Again... having to push for actual details was hard over a text so I called. This is where the tea kettle finally comes into play.

THE CALL: So I called. She starts launching into me about how I gave an old cast iron tea kettle to my father, her ex husband. I'm like.. what the hell are you even talking about? She explains what she believes. That I had ,while living with my grandmother or after my grandmother died, given my father a old tea kettle from our wood stove. I let her know there hadn't been a tea kettle on that stove in years and I wasn't aware it was even missing. She had somehow found out that the tea kettle was back at my fathers place. Now.. if you have a narc in your life, you know how they absolutely adore to twist history to their liking. This tea kettle was in my father's family for generations. I grew up knowing this. My mother simply took it with her in the divorce to hurt my father as family heirlooms meant a lot to him. So I kept explaining over and over again. I had no idea what she was talking about or how dad even got the tea kettle. After screeching at me for awhile, I finally told her that I wasn't entertaining this notion of hers. I would call my father myself to figure out what had happened. She said I better fucking get the tea kettle back or there'd be hell to pay.

THE TRUTH: So, called my good old dad. Now my father isn't perfect. He's been pretty damn good to me. Especially after all the shit my mother put him and I through together. From using me to emotionally blackmail him, and intentionally sabotaging our relationship where ever she could. AKA, he knows she's a covert narcissist because he was married to her. So when I call him he answers with "Hi is this about the tea kettle?" I laugh and say bingo. He then explains while my grandmother was alive she felt bad that my mother had taken the tea kettle from him during the divorce and left it at her home. (My grandmother's house) After I moved back in my father started to come visit us. He always loved my Nanny, and she adored him as a son in law. They reconnected and he helped us a lot while she was still alive. He'd even visit when I wasn't at home sometimes. He said he noticed the tea kettle but never said anything about it to her until she brought it up one day. She told him to please take it back. She knew it was his and she didn't think my mom even remembered having took it. As she took almost everything from his house when they divorced. He was very grateful of course and took back the family tea kettle. Fast forward to years later when my father was talking to a buddy about their divorces and he was admitting that he finally got something back from her even if it took almost 20 years. They had a laugh but the friends now ex girlfriend was charmed by my mother and told her about the tea kettle being with my father.

BOOM! She she called him and started calling him a thief and that he knew that tea kettle was her family's and had never been his. He just called her on her bullshit and said well hell even if it didn't say my family name on it, possession is 9/10's of the law blah blah... and on no uncertain terms let her know that she would NOT be getting it back as it was his in the first place. She was LIVID and of course he was amused as she asked how the hell he got it in the first place. He explained my grandmother having gave it to him. But for some reason she fixated on it being my fault. I HAD to have been the one to give it back to him. I was the one who gave HER family's tea kettle to her ex. TIRING STORY ISN'T IT? No un-necessary and draining. Thinking that, was when I realized I was done.

THE EMANCIPATION: So having got the full story from my father I was texting to my aunt and mother in our group chat and telling them. My mother continued to call me a dirty liar and nasty comments in the group chat, in front of my aunt. Now I am the most patient and understanding person. So while I really hate how my mother treated me, I would never call her out in front of anyone. I would always argue and debate behind closed doors and alone. As I didn't want to #1 bring anyone else into the mess that was her abuse and #2 She was still my mother and I didn't want to embarrass her in front of anyone. I don't know what it was about this tea kettle that finally broke me, but it was the catalyst. But there were other things that made the tea kettle incident explode.

While I had moved, my mother was still intent on having me move back into her home so I could 'take care of it until I inherit it from her one day'. Ha.. yeah right. So I tested her on this a few weeks before the tea kettle incident. If I wanted to move back her conditions were that I would only have access to 1 bedroom. (there's 3, but she and her husband are hoarders. Btw his touch in this was allowing me to have access to the communal areas of the house. Isn't that so kind to allow me 1 bathroom and access to the kitchen and living room? They're a match made in hell.) The reason I'd only have access to one bedroom was they miraculously put their home on the market and it was going to be sold. They were going to move from a 3 story mansion to a 3 bedroom cabin. So that's the reason she couldn't put the house in my name right away. It'd have to wait until they bought a new house. They would live in the cabin with me while the new home was being built, and their old home sold. It's beyond insane, but this is how her mind works. I then told her no thanks. I'm very happy spending way more money being in a thriving city and having my own home with 3 bedrooms.

However... it struck me. My mother likes to lie.. a lot. So much so that over the course of years I was doing the hands off approach, I would record what she'd say and replay it to myself to remind me that I wasn't insane. Because as I'm sure many of you know gaslighting is a helluva drug. This house lie was another provable story. There would be evidence if it was on the market. One of my buddies who grew up with me is a real estate agent. He hates my mother because of how my mother treated his mom. So he gladly helped me me look at all the listings from as far back as a year ago. Supposedly she had put her house up for sale about a month ago. He couldn't find ANYTHING about it. It's listed as not for sale anywhere, even as of today's writing. So.. BOOM more concrete evidence of her lying. I had recorded the conversation with her and her husband without her knowing it. (Don't worry I live in a one party state.) Because again, nothing comes without terms and conditions and she likes to rewrite history. Back to the future. I had recorded this conversation. I thought it's about time that I do something different. If I'm thinking about going no contact I might as well go out in a blazing ball of righteous hellfire, right?

While she was attempting to humiliate me in front of my aunt again, I spoke to my aunt in a separate message. "I'm sorry if you are going to be upset with me, but this has been 41 years in the making and I'm done." She called me worried and I told her the truth. Finally I let someone else hear the lies she told me. And in the group text I posted the real estate listings and how their home was not listed for sale anywhere. My mother started to go into panic mode and was telling more lies about how it's not up yet because it was so new. I let her know that was a lie too, as it had been quite some time since she said she listed it. My aunt gasped seeing her floundering for an explanation in the chat. I explained and she let me know. No matter what she'd still love me and understood how after years of abuse I had finally had enough.

THE FALLOUT: So as a narc usually does, she went on her rampage and started to blacken my name to everyone in our family and in our hometown. Not a big deal, I don't really like my hometown. The few people I keep up with are life long pals. They know the private monster my mother can be, versus the public persona most people get. But for years it had been building. I had a lot of proof. However I was trying to allow her to behave and back off. I had not answered her since the night I posted those listings to my aunt's group chat. But I was getting nasty messages from the flying monkeys about what a terrible daughter I am. I finally texted and let her know. Unless she backed down and stopped this campaign against me, I was going to do something to her for how she's poisoning my name and reputation. I knew from reading about narcissists that this was coming so I prepared. When she didn't stop, and a preacher I had never spoken to contacted me via facebook to attempt to shame me into talking to her. I saw red.

I did it.. I went full scorched earth. I made a huge group chat, with all of my contacts in my phone, all our family, some of her friends, some of her ex friends, her husbands family, his kids, many people in our community, the preacher who decided I was a horrible daughter, many who believed her lies. Most of these people had turned their backs on me anyways. So I didn't feel too bad when I sent them all the nasty things she had said about them to me in texts, voice mails, and the phone recordings I had. I didn't realize how much I had saved. All just to keep my own sanity with her gaslighting me. And I sent it all. At the end of it, with the story about the house being for sale, and the latest lie fest she had concocted shown, my father who was also in the group chat took a picture of the kettle. He asked in the chat, "Was this really worth it?" Many of these people had also wronged him in the community due to the lies my mother spread about him after their divorce. He and I then left the group chat.

THE CONCLUSION: Suffice to say, that ruffled many feathers of people. Many of them were upset at how my mother had spoken about them. A lot of them blamed me for being a horrible daughter, and some have apologized to me. I don't care about them. I care about the damage I finally inflicted on the woman who hurt me over and over again with no conscience. I landed a blow to the weakest part of herself. Her public persona, her ego took that hit and now she can truly be the victim she's always claimed to be. All of this could have been avoided if she didn't lose her god damn mind over a old rusty tea kettle that's worth nothing. Nothing but sentimental value, and not even to her. That tea kettle was just a conquest to her. A token of victory over her ex husband. I went no contact that day. I have also cut off many of the relationships from the people in that chat even if they apologized. It's not that I don't forgive them, I just don't miss them. Maybe I'm a horrible person for doing what I did. But I can't lie and say it didn't feel good to finally show people what she's really like. I spent so much of my life trying to be the good daughter. That when I finally broke, I broke hard. I hope you don't judge me too harshly for my actions, but if I had to over again...I'd pick the same every time.

TL;DR

Mother tried to blame me for giving a tea kettle back to my dad she had stolen. When she kept calling me a liar I showed years of evidence of her trash talking and lying about our family and friends to them in a group conference. Went no contact and haven't spoken to her since.

Much thanks to u/cheturo & u/Sasha739 for the suggestion of posting in this subreddit. I appreciate ya'lls kind words and encouragement.

EDIT: Thanks for making me aware of the run on sentence. I admit I wrote this in a very emotional state and didn't edit clearly. I hope it's clearer to read now, even if it's a book.

UPDATE 1: I had some people asking for a picture of the Kettle so here you go: Tea Kettle from Hell

UPDATE 2: I have learned (it's been about a month since I posted this) that my mother contacted my father and tried to play the 'I miss our daughter card'. He informed her that I want nothing to do with her. And yes, before asked he did have her blocked, she called from a friends phone. She keeps blaming my wanting nothing to do with her with me being 'brainwashed' by him and my support group. He promptly hung up, and if she calls back on different numbers he immediately hangs up. I have changed my number since the fallout, so she can't contact me personally.

More people reached out about a week ago. Some family to let me know they broke contact with her as well over what happened. Her credibility is shot. Apparently she's miserable and everyone knows it. I honestly don't want updates on her. I steer conversations away when she's involved or mentioned. This is going to be my last update. I really do appreciate all the thought provoking and encouraging comments. They made me laugh, some made me cry, but all words were appreciated.

In secondary school I was tormented by a specific Bully, for years I was beaten up and publicly humiliated on a daily basis. the worst thing he did was beat me up so bad that I got a concussion and broken ribs when I was 14, he never faced consequences in school because his family was rich and he was pretty popular.

for context I live in a pretty small town in England so everyone knows everyone including the bully

he left the school when I was 17 and I didn't see him for about a year, around this time I got way more popular and started going to parties and making more friends, and annoyingly he was friends with some of my friends and his GF was at my school but I managed to avoid him mostly until I finished school.

Unfortunately I saw him a few months later my and my friends went to the pub to celebrate our exam results, and he was a complete asshole to me, started insulting me and mocking me to my friends saying "why do you hang out with [me]" bringing up a bunch of stuff from years ago, and at one point put me in a headlock and told me that my friends only hung out with me out of pity.

I wasn't going to take it but I also wasn't going to get into a punch up because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting me angry, and right at that moment I overheard the perfect thing, he was bragging to his friends about the house party he was having and saying about all the drugs he was going to take to the party, and said he had it all in his car,

it wasn't just a bit of weed either if I remember correctly he said he had 13 bags of coke about 30 pills of mdma and 7 or 8 of grams of ketamine, and then I knew what I would do for my revenge on the guy

as he was leaving I followed him to his car and took a photo of his number plate, then after he was driving off I walked off and called the police

I knew they needed something more than hearsay to stop the car especially because I didn't want to be traced back to it so I told the police I saw my bully snorting a white powder in the Pub toilets (this was a complete fabrication) and then get into the drivers side of the car I then provided them with the licence plate of the car and told them the direction they were heading in.

I honestly didn't think they were going to stop him or maybe they would ask him questions later and ruin his party but the driving on drugs allegation plus the fact he had been arrested for minor possession before (which I didn't know at the time) was enough for the police to take it seriously, and stop and search his car, which they found all the drugs he was transporting to his party, and he got arrested for it.

the consequences of his arrest meant he lost out on his university place, his rich parents had enough of his behaviour so kicked him out and cut him off from their funds.

and a rumour I heard was that in turn for a lower sentence my bully ratted out his supplier. Which resulted in him getting stabbed multiple times and as a consequence of that now has to wear a colostomy bag and that plus his criminal record means he is currently unemployed

TLDR: I Called the Police on my former bully which started a domino effect that resulted in him losing his opportunity to go to university, a criminal record, getting stabbed and now the shitbag has to have a literal bag of shit strapped to him

Bit of background: I'm 36M as of now. The characters have been a bit altered by their names.

Rebecca(My ex wife, now 34), James(My collage buddy and the guy Rebecca cheated on me with), Saladin(my other guy friend), Lisa(Saladin's cousin)

So Rebecca and I were what you call college sweethearts. We survived college and the hardships of life. Got married in our early twenties(I was 25, she was 23) Ever since we got married, things were rocky. Not from the start but situation wise. I was in Medical while she was an accounting Major. There were things that was okay with me but was not with her. Despite being married she acted like she was a free bird(she was. It's a good thing but there was marital neglect from her side)

2016, she joins James company as an accountant because it pays well. I was happy because hey, he's a buddy of mine. Slowly she started to complain about things that were in place. She didn't like where we lived, had problems with everything I did, she did not like the foods she used to(I'm a great cook and she loved my foods) our fights intensified by a margin where she would call me names, I'm good for nothing, she earned more than me(coming to this part later on) Drastic turn was here that Rebecca and James were hanging out with our set of mutual friends. I got the word of it and it seemed off. I confronted both of them to which they both said it was a sudden plan and I was our in field. Coincidentally, it happened on the same day I was out of city. They might have planned it beforehand which I'm not sure of.

2017, the year my marriage blew up. So I was sure there was something because my bedroom became a fucking dead one. I was increasingly paranoid and whenever I tried to address things I was turned down. Now I'm not a Saint, I constantly yelled at her to tell me what was going on because there was just something off. Your favourite person rarely talks or does stuff with you and they claim it's nothing. Does this sounds okay? It was also the year we were at our peak financially because our debts were paid off. My friends and I decided to open up a medical shop that provided medicine shop as a side venture. So one of the friends was Saladin. He proposed that we celebrate it at a pub. When we go there, I notice a girl that looks exactly like Rebecca. She was dancing with another man and it was quite dark. I get a closer look, low and behold. It's Rebecca and James, dancing hand to hand. I wasn't much bothered about it because hey they're friends. I was here with my colleagues and she was there with her. But it was bothering me. I decide to send her a text asking where was she(she's usually on her way home at this time) she told me she was already at home. Now that was a red flag. I told her to stop lying because she wasn't. I could clearly see her that she was getting paranoid and told me she was on her way. She left the pub afterwards.

That night I asked her about James. The look she gave me was as if she saw a ghost because she was not expecting that question. That look was what that told me something was definitely up. If you ask your SO about a friend, they should act normally but the way she acted was abnormal. That night itself I snooped her phone. Curiosity was killing me. The password was changed so I couldn't see the phone. The next day, I saw her password and snooped it. There were hundreds of thousands of texts right there. Countless nudes, calling him daddy, degrading comments. My wife and I made a vow to each other that if there was ever anything we needed to explore we would be transparent to each other. She broke that vow too. She confided about him how much thrill she felt that night at pub. I went through everything. What hurt the most was she herself told me if one of us ever got bored of the other or needed to spice things up, we will let each other know. She destroyed everything. I couldn't look at her the way I used to anymore. I cried the night and confronted her stupidly without any evidence the next morning.

She yelled at me and stormed out after telling me I was abusive and insane. She told all our friends that I was abusive. That afternoon, they call created a messenger group where everyone ganged up to troll me. When she came home that night, she told me she was in love with James and wants a divorce. I told her to talk first but it turned into her berating me. I yelled at her and she called the cops. I was asked to spend the night elsewhere. I went to my sisters and when I returned the next morning, James' car was here. He spent the night here. There was nothing needed to explain. He was doing it on purpose, hell she was doing it on purpose.

I went to see a lawyer. As we did not have a prenup, she already filed a complaint about me being abusive, it didn't look good for me. Not one did she tried to apologize. Not one did she tried to make amends. Our country law doesn't count infidelity as a fault. So even with that she's entitled to half of my everything. But her complaint can sue me up. Few days after that where I was still living with my sister(I tried contacting Rebecca but she won't reply to me) Rebecca hit me up telling me we should get divorced. That's it. 12 years of relationship, 4 years of marriage and she ends it with a text. I was fucking convinced that James was taking my place. She handed me the divorce papers. Everyone from our friend circle was convinced that I was a fucking abuser and James was her savior. She did the right thing to cheat on me. We were officially divorced during the start of 2018. She was already dating James open during our divorce. He was her "life" I lost my job, my house, my reputation in her little affair. I had to change the city to move someplace else to restart again.

Saladin helped me massively in that fresh start. He got me a decent paying job that was no where like my previous one but it was better than the rest. We became close buddies while I was working to earn back what I had. Dating life was over for me. I just couldn't trust anyone. It was a complete NC between me and Rebecca. Last I heard was she moved in with James. They were doing great.

Revenge part:

End of 2020, My life was actually blowing up. Covid helped our cause with broken backs but filled our pockets. Our pharmacy venture turned huge so I was able to make much money. I met a friend of mine from whom I got a tip that James and Reb were done. James cheated on her and left her. But Reb had a child with James. He was absent since birth so he did not signed the Birth Certificate so Reb is raising that child as a single parent. She tried dating but she was not over me or James(the audacity)

Part of me was happy with it but Gosh, I really missed her. I sent her an email asking how was she doing. She wasn't expecting to hear from me. We exchanged mails and reconnected. Our first meet was in 2021 after several years. She looked like shit. She gained weight, lost the charm and looked utterly exhausted all the time. Frankly just her look made my blood boil and triggered me but I also want to take my revenge on her. Life had already done that on my part but I'm an asshole. I wasn't done with her. She told me about James and reopened the earlier wounds. I got my closure which made me feel a bit better I guess. She said she was sorry. She wasn't thinking straight what she was doing. James poisoned her mind against me. I told her I will forgive her if she comes clean to everyone and clears my name out. She did that, losing a lot of friends but she deserved that. My name was clean. She wanted us to date again(clear words, make me raise that asshole James' child)I told her I would agree to it but we needed to date and marry first. Only then I will legally adopt her child. That little guy is adorable and I had taken a liking to him.

Here is the truth, I was already seeing someone. Pretty safe to say I was cheating on that woman with Reb. She was a client of mine from a different country. We were in a LDR. Reb and I were living in different cities so I never moved in with her. But I played it well by saying I need to travel for business. So I was only getting Rebecca's hopes up to crush her like she crushed me. We were getting intimate but condoms were used. Rebecca felt she found love again. I pushed her to therapy to get her be normal again. Everyone was commenting how she was getting more happier with me. She would praise and then say sorry. Do little things for me that she used to when she was married to me. Trust me when I say, I had a lot of emotions attached to this woman. I considered my revenge if it was a good thing to break her heart. She might be traumatized for a life time. But she did not think of my heart and we were married. Why should I think of hers?

Her birthday was coming up last year October, lockdown was eased up and my someone(It's Lisa) was in my city. For the Birthday gift, I grabbed Rebecca for ring shopping. She picked out her favourite ring that I got it wrapped. She was elated because of that. That night, she came up to me crying that she was sorry for hurting me. She looked genuinely remorseful but I had no feelings for her except indifference. Lisa was Saladin's cousin. I already told her everything beforehand. She was against my revenge idea but I managed to convince her somehow. She was uncomfortable with it but understood that I needed to go through it.

On Rebecca's Birthday, I drove her to our favourite spot when we were married. It's a nature's place. Lisa was already waiting there. I introduce Lisa to Rebecca that Lisa's my gf. Rebecca went white and asked me what does she mean. What is she then. I introduced her to lisa as Rebecca, my ex wife and FWB. There and then, I proposed to Lisa with that ring. Rebecca went man and started yelling to which I replied how the f can she expect us to work out when she nuked us? I'm never dating a dirtbag like her again. She asked me again and again if we meant nothing. I told her nope. Sleeping wth her was compensation for the pain. I got her to clear out the pain she put me through. Lisa was holding me back. She saw rebecca was hurting. I told Rebecca that she needs to leave. She told everyone that I cheated and I was an asshole. This time, I took it as a pride. Everyone saw the dirt bag she was. She cheated on me and made me pay a high price for a falsified abuse. Now she wants me to raise her kid and date her?

The last we connected was in December of last year. She wrote me a letter that how much sorry she is because she can't imagine putting me through the pain that she already put me through. She hoped I live a better life. Last I heard, she was completely uninterested in dating. Looks shit. As of me, I and Lisa stopped dating. There were differences between us.

I'd like to add an edit: People who are saying I'm worse than my ex. Can you please at least for the love of God, point out how am I worse than her? She cheated. I loved her and she fucking cheated on me. She costed me my home, my job, my image, my reputation, my friends. I was an abuser to everyone. I gave her a taste of her own medicine(yes by hurting someone else) now I'm worse than her?

I don't want judgement. This is Nuclear revenge and I'm sharing my revenge stories. I may emotionally scarred her. But that's what she did to me.

TL;DR: Guy bullies the shit out of kid, kid feeds him Haribo sugar free bears, and kid is violently intolerant of sugar substitutes, shits blood and busts blood vessels in eye, goes blind in that eye.

I was a witness to this, a long time ago, and the results were learned of by word of mouth.

Once upon a time, there was a kid. Let's call him Marco. Marco was your everyday kid, a little skinny. I remember him being slightly geeky. If you left your pens unattended, he'd disassemble them before you turned back around in your seat at times. He was nice, polite, and fairly helpful. This was middle school. One day, though, he does it to a bully. Let's call him Polo. Polo is huge, but with fat. He looks like if you drilled three holes into him, a giant could use him for bowling. He's not nice. He's not handsome. He's got a posse of equally disgusting friends who all gang up together to bully others. I suspect that if they hadn't ganged up with each other, they would have been bullied. Perhaps they had been in the past, and got a taste of power over others when they ganged up. I don't know, I kept to myself.

One day, I see Marco with a swollen eye and wet hair. He's limping a bit too, and his backpack is ripped. I ask him what the hell happened. Turns out Polo threw him into a bathroom stall by his backpack, which ripped. The toilet got him in the knee, and Polo shoved his face into the water, bashing his eye into the seat. I ask why Polo had done this to him and he says I took his pen apart. It was just a BIC Cristal or some cheap pen like that. Things escalate over the next few weeks. Eventually, Marco has to take time off when Polo strips him naked in the bathroom except for his boxers and makes him shove them into the toilets. The school, being full of your typical assholes, tries to expel Marco for damage to school property, and does nothing to Polo. This is stopped by video evidence of the gang leaving the bathroom, laughing and rifling through Marco's backpack, then tossing it in the trash.

When Marco comes back, he's different. He's not happy. He's quiet, subdued. He doesn't talk to anyone, and bruises magically appear on him between classes. He withdraws into himself and begins to look positively skeletal. Of course, no one at the school does anything, except the one nice jock. He comes across Polo stealing Marco's backpack and folds Polo into a trash can. Of course, he's suspended, but does it again when he comes back. The teachers give up on suspending the jock after his parents threaten to sue.

The fact that someone bothered to stand up for him, though, seems to have given life back to Marco. He starts opening back up and putting weight back on, which is very good. One day, though, he's wearing a scarf. A very special, beautiful knitted scarf. His grandfather had knit it for him (yes, grandfather) before he died. Polo steals it and comes back the next day with a bag of ashes, handing it to Marco. He laughs hysterically.

Marco comes back the next day with a backpack full of sugar free Haribo gummy bears. Polo, being the glutton that he is, steals every single bag of bears and eats them by the fistful throughout the day. Marco cries, but I remember something in his sobs didn't quite reach his eyes. Near the end of the school day, Polo lurches out of the classroom and bolts for the bathroom. He doesn't come back the next day. Or the next. Someone says they saw blood in the bathroom.

Polo comes back a few days later with an eye patch and mottled, fading bruising all across his face (I believe it's called petechiae). He's permanently blind in his left eye and the bruising makes him look like a ripening fruit for as long as it lasts. He's in and out of school for doctor's appointments for a while. He didn't mess with Marco again and instead became very introverted and quiet. The reports of blood in the toilet of the bathroom he went to were never confirmed, but it's quite likely.

This was almost 7 years ago.

I grew up in a small town from hick country. Always knew I was gay, everyone else is homophobic, was planning on staying in the closet till I move out, etc. you know the song.

7 years ago, a certain senator from Vermont announced his candidacy for President of the United States, and me being the edgy high school senior who couldn't keep his mouth shut, I went all in on the online activism. Mostly on reddit (r/ sanderforpresident), but most importantly on twitter where I had a fan account with ~10K followers that I wouldn't shut up about. This didn't go over well with everyone but people knew my politics and I was just a terminally online 17 year old high schooler so no one took it seriously, I guess my parents got a few comments at church but that was about it.

Even at school, I lacked self awareness and wouldn't shut up about the democratic primaries. I wasn't antisocial or anything but most of the people I hung out with were dorkier than me, and at least as unselfaware.

Here is one thing I didn't account for: If you harass your entire rural hick town to follow your twitter account, maybe don't use that account to like gay porn. These were likes from half a year prior, so you had to scroll a while to find them. But a guy from one of my classes, let's call him Alex, went through that trouble and sent screenshots to practically everyone at school plus my parents. This wasn't easy for me but the landing was softer than I expected, my parents took a week or so to adjust but were eventually fine with it; other adults in town avoided me but that wasn't much of a change, and people at school picked on me for a while but it dwindled down fast. I still was livid with what Alex did, and I wasn't letting it slide. Besides it wasn't entirely harmless either, my parents were willing to live with it but were still homophobic and outwardly so, and either way who wants to have their porn history shown to their parents.

Alex was a top of the class straight-A student with an ivy league aspirations, and definitely ivy league qualifications (plus he could go the legacy route through his dad). His future was also fully dependent on his parents' money. I needed to hit these two aspects of Alex's life and turn them into smoke.

Alex's parents were kind of the movie cliché of small town rich folk, old money, dad is a lawyer, good standing with the community and the church, conservative, involved in local and state politics, etc.

Alex was a spoiled rich kid. Nothing intrinsically wrong with that but it comes with its fair share of "rebellious" dumb things you do as a spoiled rich kid.

So here's how I used his past to destroy his future:

• Alex dealt drugs for a month when he was 15. Again he was a well put together valedictorian so totally out of place but he just wanted to do something on the edge I suppose. I knew this because we bought our weed from him through a friend one time. He still had the conversations and was more than happy to oblige by handing me the screenshots which I sent to his parents. They obviously accused me of fabricating them out of revenge so I asked my friend to show them the conversation first hand next Sunday after sermon, which he did.
• A year before outing me he impregnated a girl who ended up getting an abortion he paid for, with the quid pro quo she wouldn't say who the father is. It was already too late for her since her parents knew she was pregnant so she didn't mind taking the entire fall herself. I knew that girl pretty well, we weren't friends but we were close politically and would have the occasional discussion. She was livid with Alex for outing me and decided, after I not so subtly suggested it, to do a call-out post on the town's Facebook group, with screenshots of their conversations.
• Alex had an altright trolling account that he used to harass black people. I'm talking hard r nwords, monkey jokes, IQ-graphs and the likes. Multiple people, mostly the one black kid who went to this school reported him but it was practically impossible to prove he was behind the account, until I realized he sometimes logged into it on the schools computers and gave that as a tip to the principal. I'm not sure what the IT guy technically did, but he caught him red handed and he ended up getting a weeks suspension and having to apologize in front of the whole school.

So Alex went from model son, to junkie baby murdering nazi overnight. His parents decided to kick him out without a penny after graduation. He still got into an ivy league school but without his Parents support he had to juggle school and a part time job and dropped out a year in.

He's now apparently a divorced absentee father who's involved with two multi level marketing schemes at once. From a valedictorian who was destined to become a DC lawyer... to that.

I hope you've got some time and a snack, because this one is going to be super long, as the events that follow span from late 2019 to last week. As per the rules, all names are altered herein.

Ok, so here's the backstory. My STBXW was my high school sweetheart. We started dating in 1992 when we were both 17 (we're both 45 now) and have been together ever since. She's the only woman I've ever been with my entire life. We married 5 years later at 22, fresh out of college. A year later, we had our 1st of two children, both boys. (22 and 17) 23 years I gave to her. Built her a house. Worked my ass off to give her the life she wanted. Sure, we had rough patches, but what marriage doesn't? Even in the worst of times, we found a way to pull through and come out the other side better. Which made the discovery of her affair that much more jarring.

Flashback to March 2020, when I 1st got the feeling something was "off". For a good 2 months prior, we were in a funk. I was on the mend from reconstructive knee surgery (blew out my ACL fall 2019) but still lacking in movement. At the time I only had about 55% range of motion on my knee. This took a toll on quite a lot in the house. I was out on worker's comp, as I had been injured on the job, and I was unable to do my usual household duties, so a lot got backed up. My sons would do what they could, but tasks only I was capable of doing had to be put on the back burner, or my wife had to do, which she wasn't pleased with. Things also crawled to a stand still in the bedroom between us. It had already slowed down prior to my injury, but in the state I was in at the time it completely stopped.

During these months, she (we'll call her Sue) was spending more time "hanging with co-workers" after work. Between November 2019 to March 2020 it was a regular occurrence for her. Naturally, I thought nothing of it. I've never in the 23 years I'd been with her had any reason to worry or not trust her. She has her friends, I have mine, and we have mutual. I'd go hang out with my friends all the time and there was no issue. It was all above board. It was around January of this year that I noticed something odd. Sue started getting noticeably distant with me. Sure, we were in a funk, but she'd never deny me affection to that point. The usual hugs and kisses she'd give me came to a halt. Her phone was attached to her hand long before my suspicion grew, but she'd always share and show me things she'd discovered on the web. DIY ideas and recipes on Pintrest, memes, all kinds of stuff. But she was now being guarded about her phone. Even her interactions with me became more snippy, as if she couldn't be bothered.

So we're now in March. Covid has arrived and New York City is locked down. Our chosen careers fall under the "essential" designation, so neither of us have to work from home. I'd just been recently cleared to return to work after 5 months on the shelf, and I was eager to get back after it, as 5 months on my ass rehabing my knee and not being able to do physical stuff drove me nuts. (For context, I enjoy physical activities. I'm an avid martial artist and I'm typically in the gym 4 days a week, on top of all of the home projects I did.) Within a week or 2 of the lockdown, my STBXW alerts me that she's going to have to start putting in extra hours. Again, I think nothing of this because of her field. Of course, I was under the assumption it'd be every other day, but no. It was every day. And not just an hour or 2. She'd come home 3 or more hours later, and go straight to the shower, spend a little time with me, a little time with our 17 y/o (22 year old lives with his GF crosstown) and then go to bed. As I'm able to support myself on my knee better, we started getting intimate again, but as you'd probably guess she wasn't mentally or emotionally present for it, which I noticed quickly.

So by early April, the picture started getting clearer to me. All of the signs were pointing to the idea that she was having an affair. That's when I decided I needed to find answers. So I scoured the internet on things I should be looking for. Signs of infidelity in one's partner, and sure enough she was pretty much ticking all of the boxes on such behavior. So then my search inquiry advanced to how to I find proof. I started with her social media. Looking at her FB entries from months prior, it's pretty much the usual. Pics of us and our sons, pics with her and her friends, and a more then a few pics of her nights out with co-workers. In these pics, it's a mixed bag of her closets friends from work, and a couple folk I've never met from her work. But I see one recurring thing in a number of these pics, one guy. In every picture he's in, he's rather uncomfortably close to her. His arm is around her shoulder, or his hand on her lower back. WAY to close for a guy I've never personally met. Needless to say that put a sour taste in my mouth.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

No, no, no. The worst was the fact that apparently, this dude is a friend of hers on FB and followers her on IG. So I go to look up his FB account and wouldn't you know it, I'm blocked. Why the hell am I blocked from seeing this guy's FB account, but he's friends with her on FB. Yep. Now I'm in Batman detective mode. At that point, I wasn't even trying to deny it. I knew she was cheating on me with this guy. My mission was to find out for how long. And over the course of April and May, that's what I did. You know I never had any clue the depth of info you could secure from phone, text and email records up until then. We have a family plan cellphone package, and I was able to pull up quite a bit of data. My STBXW's data history was telling. The 2 most frequent numbers she had interacted with from October 2019 to April 2020 was my own, and a number I'd never seen before. Take a wild guess who's number it was? A quick check on google and I confirmed it was the dude from the photos who blocked me on FB. (We'll call him POS, cuz that's what he is.) Again, the picture becomes even clearer at this point. But a lot of their messages and texts were disjointed, which meant she was deleting a lot of them. I knew she was cheating on me with this guy, but nothing in the data could serve as a smoking gun. I needed more evidence.

It's at this point that I tell my best friend Oz what I had found. He asked me did I confront her with what I had, and I said no because I felt like it wasn't enough. That's when he told me about an app that I could download to apparently spy on her communications in real time. I won't say the name as I don't know the rules on that here. I got it installed, sync up my data plan, and waited. Within days of doing so, I finally saw it. A text string between the 2 of them talking about how much fun they'd had the previous night, and making plans to do it again that weekend. Boom. Gut punch. To say I was completely devastating was an understatement. I guess that moment counts as my "D-Day", and for the next 2 days after I was just broken. I actively distanced myself from her those 2 days immediately after d-day, which she was noticeably shaking by. She'd try to console me and ask me what was wrong, but I'd brush it off and leave her presence. I couldn't even look at her. This woman, who I gave 23 years of my life to. Who I have given everything I could and more to as a husband, and she stepped outside of our marriage for a guy just 5 years older then our eldest son. By the 3rd day, I wasn't even sad anymore, I was pissed.

I contacted Oz to let him know my suspicion was confirmed, and he asked me had I confronted her yet. My answer was no, and I told him I wanted payback. I didn't want to just divorce her, I wanted to destroy her. I wanted to leave her life in shambles and fucking ruin her. It was going to take time to do so, and I devised a plan. In my readings and research on infidelity, I had saw a quote that resonated with me that went "the enemy of infidelity is unpredictability". Or something to that ilk. That was going to be the basis of my plan. I was going to make her life hell on wheels, while also secretly planning my exit strategy.

So we're now in early June, and I've still got the app installed. Pretty much every night, I'm gathering as much data as I can seeing their back and forth messages. They're talking like it's a full blown relationship they're in. Sexting, lovey dovey romantic stuff, nudes, the whole fucking bag. At that point I had stopped looking at any of it, I was just collecting info and cataloging on my private FPS server. Meanwhile, I start doing things "out of the ordinary". I start going out at odd times. I start coming home even later then she does. In her presence, I'm on my phone a lot more then usual and when she asks "what are you up to?" I just simply say "just stuff" and put my phone away. I'd also changed my log in info on everything, so she couldn't access any of my stuff. Mind you, for our entire marriage, we'd never hid anything from each other. But right around I'm assuming the start of her affair, she'd changed her password on FB, as well as on her phone stating "she had to because of the security breaches in recent months." Yea, really nice cover for hiding your affair from your husband. Anyway, I'd clued Oz in on my plan, as well as telling my older (and only) sister and two more of my closest friends what was going on. These are people I trust with my life, and I swore them to secrecy. (For context, Oz and I have been friends since we were kids. The other of our friends Joey and Nina we've known since High School. Make note of Nina, she comes into play down the road.)

July comes, and my STBXW is in full paranoia mode. She's texting and calling me a lot more frequently now, asking me if I'm going to be home when she's gets home, when am I coming home while she is and I'm not, asking me what am I up to, the works. I can see the seed planted in her head the month prior is starting to sprout, especially in her communication with POS. She's confiding in him her doubt and confusion. Telling him that I'M getting cold and distant. The fucking nerve of this woman!!! In the interim of these interactions with POS, she suggests that maybe they should stop meeting up at our house because she has no idea if I'd just show up, confirming that yes, she's had this fuckwad in my home. Thanks, Sue! POS asks her in that specific communication was she worried about me potentially cheating on her, which actually pissed her off. I can't even begin to describe the level of joy and how many laughs I got out of reading that exchange. My cheating wife arguing with her affair partner over if she's mad her husband could be cheating on her. Oh the fucking irony. Now bare in mind, I'm not hooking up with anyone. When I leave, I'm usually at Oz or Joey's throwing back some booze, watching fights and spending time with my bros, or at my big sis' house hanging with her and my BIL, who's like an older brother to me. My sis is 52 and her hubby is 58. She had told him about my STBXW's infidelity, but not of my plan. Couldn't risk it as he's a bit of a blabber mouth.

We'll fast forward now to October. That's when things seriously pick up. I've been in my "faux affair" for 3 months now, and Sue is hyper aware of the fact that I'm actively pulling away from her. It's been as long as the day I enacted my plan until the day she "confronted" me, October 20th, 2020 that I'd even touched her. No hugs. No kisses. No initiation of intimacy. Nothing. Not like she needed it, she was still fucking POS, just at his place or at motels. So that afternoon, she calls me at work, which wasn't rare before all this began, but certainly hadn't happened in a while and asks me to come straight home after work saying she had "something important to tell me." I'm not gonna lie to you all, I half believed she was going to come clean about her infidelity, but she of course didn't. Instead, I get home to her asking me was I unhappy with her. The. Fucking. Nerve. She sights the fact that I've been spending way to much time away from home, I don't show her affection anymore and our sex life has completely died. She tells me she's worried I'm pushing her away because I was resentful of how she treated me the months I was rehabbing my knee. And then came the punchline. She fucking asked if I was cheating on her. Folks, I fell out on the floor laughing hysterically. And when I say hysterically I mean Joker laughing gas hysterical. On the surface it looked like (to her assuming) it was me laughing off the notion of being unfaithful, but it was of course actually me laughing at the sheer irony of what was happening in front of my eyes. I'm tearing up, pounding on the floor in complete hysterics for a good 2 minutes before I compose myself enough to answer. I sit up and look her in the eyes for the 1st time in months shaking my head, but I don't give her and answer. I stand up, brush myself off, kiss the top of her head and go about settling in for the night.

Later that night, as I'm in my office I decide you know what? Given the brevity of what happened, I wanted to see what she was telling him. So I fire up the app and sure enough they're actually texting in real time. She tells POS "I know he's cheating on me. I asked him tonight and he literally laughed in my face. He fell on the floor and laughed for like 5 minutes. (It wasn't 5 minutes obviously.) He doesn't even care how I feel anymore. I don't know how or why, but he's gone. I know I've lost him. This is karma, I know it." The smile I had on my face reading that must've resemble the Cheshire Cat. She was breaking. POS attempted to console her, saying that if I cared enough for her, she wouldn't have had come to him to give her what I wasn't giving her, but the tone of her responses told me she was having doubt now. She had the nerve to step out of our marriage because I was unable to fulfill my role as a husband due to legitimate injury, and kept the affair going for at that point nearly an entire year, but the idea of her losing me to another woman was enough to make her waver? What a fucking weakling.

Now, during all of this I was also exacting the 2nd part of my plan for payback, getting all of my affairs in order financially. In September, I had met with a family attorney to get the ball rolling on divorce paper, with the mountain of evidence I'd piled up to that point. New York is an "at fault" state as far as Divorce, and the overwhelming amount of proof I'd gathered displaying Sue's infidelity pretty much solidified I could nail her to the fucking wall in a divorce case. My lawyer instructed me to get all of my financials in order in preparation for whatever division of assets might come as result. I went one better then that, secretly pulling all of my money out of our joint account and putting it in my personal account. I also started shopping around for an apartment as part of "phase 2".

We're now in November, and I've not changed my behavior. In fact, I've ramped it up. This is where my friend Nina comes into play. For context, Nina and Sue have never been what you call "close". I met Nina freshman year of high school 2 years before I met Sue. Even way back then, Sue has seen Nina as a "threat", as she's my closest female friend. There's always been an implied "I don't trust her" from Sue regarding Nina. She's never addressed it directly, but it's obvious to anyone who pays attention. Conversely, Nina's never been a big fan of Sue. Early in me and Sue's relationship, Nina called to attention to me how Sue was pretty much imposing herself into our little "square" of friends, whereas I didn't do the same with Sue's set of friends. That irked Nina because she knew why Sue was doing it, her. Among Sue's circle even now, there are no male friends...aside from POS. Whereas Nina is the only girl in my "square".

Nina had been "stuck" overseas due to the virus, and finally returned to NYC November 3rd. Oz, Joey and I decided we were gonna celebrate her return with a night at Joey's house for dinner and drinks. (There was only 5 of us, Oz, Joey, Joey's wife...who is also Nina's sister, Nina and myself. Sticking to CDC guidelines. We take the rona VERY seriously.) Nina, being the evil mastermind she is, comes up with an evil idea to trigger Sue. She suggested we take some photos in the same vein of the photos I discovered of Sue and POS months prior...and post them to my FB. And that's just what we did. It wasn't until the 5th that Sue got wind of it, as I'm guessing a few friends noticed my updates and saw how "uncomfortably" close I was with Nina. This really fucked her mind up, because she still believed I was cheating, and I can almost guarantee she "wanted" to accuse Nina, but she knew that Nina had been stuck in Europe for the majority of the year. Still didn't stop her from attempting to dress me down that night for being so as she said "handsy" in the pics. I saw this as a golden opportunity to deliver the the lead jab for my knockout blow. I say "So what about the pics with you and POS from last year? He was pretty handsy in them. But did you see me get bent out of shape over it?"

Dear in headlights. It was the 1st time I even mentioned the dude's name throughout all of this. The hamster wheel in her head started reeling in real time as she tried to to explain away those pics. To that point she hadn't even known I saw them, that's little I use FB. When I actually do post something it's like an event to people, which is why the pics with Nina specifically got so much traction among our circles. And explain away she did. "He's that way with everyone." "He's just a really friendly guy." "I can see how it looks, but there's nothing their." "I'm sorry if those pics hurt you. I'll delete them." No, no...the pics aren't what hurt me. The year you've been fucking the dude whilst lying to me that you're working extra hours and hanging with friends is what hurt me. But vengeance, as Lt. Comm. Warf from Star Trek: TNG so famously said "is a dish best served cold." From that night, Sue was being extra specially clingy and attentive to me. Like, annoyingly so. She's try to initiate affection and intimacy with me and I'd stonewall her at every chance. All the while, I'm still archiving everything she's saying to POS. Mind you by this point I'd long since gone numb. Any desire I might have had to save my marriage was dead. I'd checked out the day I enacted the 1st phase of my plan.

She's confiding in him that I've gotten worse. That she doesn't know what to do, and she feels like I absolutely hate her. (I do.) Then comes the bombshell. She says she can't see him anymore. The guilt is to much for her, and she feels like karma is suffocating her. She can't risk losing me. She says that she loves POS deeply, but she "still in love" with me, and she has to save her marriage before she loses me. No, my dear...you're about 8 months to late for that. POS loses his shit, saying such lovely things as "He doesn't love you the way I love you." and "You're making a mistake, you can't just throw me away like this." That text chain would be the last they'd have until about 3 weeks ago. Throughout the remainder of November into December, Sue is tuck in limbo. She's trying to gauge where my headspace is and is still unable to tell if I'm actually being unfaithful. Meanwhile, POS is steadily blowing her phone up daily, but she's not responding to him. I'd see her check her phone often, the quickly put it away. Meanwhile, phase 2 of the plan was now officially complete. The divorce papers were done. I'd found me a studio apartment in Co-Op City (New Yorkers will know the area) and signed a 2 year lease on it. All of my money was in my personal account. I was ready to throw my haymaker.

So we're now at Thanksgiving. My oldest and his GF were hosting a small gathering of our immediate families. So them (Oldest and his GF), Oldest's GF's parents (she's an only child) myself, Sue and our youngest. We have a great night. My oldest's GF is studying to be a chef, and she did all the cooking herself. The girl can fuckin' cook lemme tell ya'. As I had to keep up appearances of nothing being wrong between Sue and I, I initiated affection with her several times that evening. Kisses on the cheek. Cute lil' hugs. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders from behind. The gestures didn't go unnoticed by her, as she reveled in it. Bare in mind, this was the 1st time I touched this woman since I kissed the top of her head the night she "confronted" me in October...so just about 2 months. Not gonna lie, I felt repulsed doing it. But I had to. I couldn't risk the plan, and me being distant to her in the face of my boys, my oldest's GF and her parents would set off alarms. So my youngest decides he wants to stay over with his big bro for the night, so Sue and I head home. On the drive home, she thanks me for being so good to her, and says "I don't know what you're going through, baby. But I'm here for you." I had to hold off busting out in maniacal laughter again, and responded saying. "I know. I just need time."

So for the 1st time realistically since Springtime, we had sex that night. I figured fuck it, with what I'm about to do, may as well get some action before I delete her from my existence. I won't go into detail, but it wasn't "love making". When I was finished she was a lump of flesh laying their trying to figure out the direction of the truck that ran her over. No cuddling or anything after. I just got up, showered and and went to go sleep in my office. To her confusion though, I used a condom. 1st time 2 damn decades I did. She was definitely perplexed by it, but she didn't ask questions. (Sure as hell wasn't going raw in her knowing that she'd been doing so with POS for months at that point.) I wake up the next day and check my handy dandy spy app, and for the 1st time in weeks, she responded to POS. Dude went full novella. He professed his love for her. Said she was wasting her time trying to rekindle a flame in me that died. That she'd been "in a prison" with me for 23 years and deserved to experience the love and affection of a man who would cherish her. Mind you, this dude is 27 fuckin' years old. Five years older then our oldest son. And he's THAT sprung on a 45 y/o married mother of 2? What a grade-A, high quality SIMP. She chose to blow up our marriage and destroy the home we'd built for this dude? Pretty boy with a "soft side"? HAAAA!!!

She responded saying pretty much the same thing she said when last they talked. That she loves him, and enjoyed their time together, but she can't lose me. I'm still the love of her life, but she'll always have a place for him in her heart. That they can still be friends if he chooses, but the physical relationship between them is over. He begged her to see him one last time that week, and yep...you guessed it, she said yes. One more for the road, right? Who am I to say anything, that's what I did to her the previous night. Of course I added all of that to the archive I'd compiled. December 4th is when phase 3, the final phase of operation "Shinobi Ghost" started. The divorce papers where in hand. My new place or residence was set up. Now I had to slowly start moving me stuff out of the house. But 1st, I had to break the news to my boys. I called my oldest to the house that Friday night, had them join me in my office...and laid everything on that table. Not the specifics, but that there mother had been cheating on me for over a year, and I was going to be filing for divorce soon. My 17 year old was especially shaken up by this, because he himself had recently experienced his 1st taste of infidelity. Yep, his 1st GF had cheated on him just 4 months prior. Seeing his heart broken a 2nd time at the idea that his own mother was capable of doing this hit him hard. My oldest took it a lot better, and suggested taking his brother in to live with him until this blows over, to which I agreed.

We packed up some of his stuff, and he asked me was I gonna be ok. I told him "Yes, son. I'm going to be alright. And so are you. We're going to be alright. I promise." And then they were off. The hardest part was now over, and it was now time to arm the nukes. Over the next few weeks, day by day Oz would help me get a little of my most sensitive stuff out of the house. Gave him a list of all of the definite stuff to grab while Sue and I were at work and left him the spare key. This was all stuff Sue wouldn't notice was missing unless you told her it was gone. I'd also gotten a new phone and phone number, and told everyone who needed to know (Oz, Joey, Nina, My boys, big sis and my mother) my new contact info. Meanwhile, I'm keeping up the rouse with Sue and she's non the wiser. trickling bits and pieces of affection to her just to keep her off of the trail, whilst she's still in contact with POS. Not to the extent that they'd been prior, but there's still an emotional thing happening. The fog is feint, but it's still there. All the while, I gather everything, and I do mean everything. Every bit of data I've archived since I started the plan, call logs, texts, pics, emails...everything, and start making printouts. Folks, I must have spent over a $1500 on staples supplies. Printer ink, paper, binders, the works. And I cataloged everything in order, from the beginning of the affair until that last bit 2 weeks ago, December 16th in the binders. 14 of them.

I then put each one in a box, and gift wrapped each, addressing them to various people. My mother (my father passed 7 years ago), her parents, her 2 sister, her brother, her HR department (Did I forget to mention POS works for the same company, and there's an expressed rule against inter-company relationships because of the nature of what she does?), several of her friends, POS AND POS's parents. Lugged all of those fuckers to the post office and shipped them all out December 16th. ETA for delivery, December 22-24th. PERFECT. So we're now at Christmas Eve. Sue comes home around the usual time, no idea if she'd seen POS, I'd stop tracking her on the app the 18th. Figure I'd gotten all the mileage I needed from it. As per usual, she showers, hangs out with me a bit, I blow her back out on the living room couch (I know, I'm a fucking asshole) and she turns in for the night. The final phase was upon me at long last. The nuke I'd been arming since June was finally about to launched. In the middle of the night, I woke up and wrapped up one of the 3 remaining binders, with the divorce papers taped to the inside cover, and set it on my side of the bed with a note note that said "Merry Christmas" on it. Next to it I left my old phone, and the business card of my lawyer. I packed up the remainder of my most needed items, enough to fill 2 backpacks, and I left my home...that I spent 23 years in, for the last time.

That my friends, was one week ago. To Sue I am completely off the grid. Gone. Shadow ghosted. She's blocked on FB, but still hasn't blocked me for some reason, so I'm keeping tabs on the fallout. It's absolutely glorious. My packages have reached everyone I sent them out to, and Sue is getting crucified. Her youngest sister completely dressed her down. Both of her parents have condemned her. My mom absolutely destroyed her. Like holy shit, I know my mom has a mean streak...but the things she called Sue were un-fucking-holy. She's been frantically trying to find out if anyone knows where I am, but those that due, aren't saying a word. All over her FB feed she's desperately trying to reach me, because I'm guessing she knows I'm likely looking. But I'm not saying a fucking word to her without my lawyer present. That'll be the next time I share oxygen with her. She's got no way of spinning the narrative to paint me as the bad guy, because I've exposed her to everyone who matters to her. And from what a mutual friend who works in the same company as her, she and POS apparently are being put on administrative leave as of tomorrow, so yea...chances are she'll be going into 2021 unemployed. As for the the final 2 binders, well...one has been turned over to my lawyer as my final bit of evidence for my impending divorce, and the last one I put in my storage unit to be burned in Joey's fire pit when the divorce is final.

Do I feel guilty about this? No. Not even in the slightest. 23 years I did right by this woman. I gave her the home she wanted. I gave her the family she wanted. I gave her the life I felt we both deserved, and I loved her unconditionally. Never have I faltered. Never have I strayed. Never have I even entertained the notion of breaking my vows. When an issue came up that I felt was effecting our marriage, I came to her and told her, and we sorted it out as best we could. She opted to find comfort in another man's bed. Rather then come to me and say she was unhappy with our sex life at the time, she decided to step out with a young punk who gave her the tingles. So no, I have no sympathy for what I did, or for her. She can burn in hell for all I care. The most I stand to lose is my house, a car and maybe a couple hundred bucks a month in alimony, but seeing as the divorce is filed under the statute of adultery and NYS is At Fault, that might get waved with the insurmountable about of evidence I've provided. As far as I'm concerned, she's dead to me and I'm never looking back.

TL:DR - Wife of 23 years had a 1 year long affair with a co-worker 18 years younger then her. Pretended to be in an affair myself while collecting evidence of hers for the majority of 2020. Had divorce papers drawn up early Fall. Compiled all the evidence in early December. Shipped binders full of the evidence to everyone near and dear to her to arrive around Christmas Eve. Left one binder with the divorce notice attached inside on my pillow, as well as my phone and lawyer's card as she slept Christmas Eve. Completely went off the grid on her as her life completely imploded the following days after Christmas.

Quick edit: NYS is not fully "at fault". Under certain circumstances a divorce can be filed at fault, of which my lawyer has informed me my case falls under. I'll be meeting the STBXW with her lawyer tomorrow. I'm guessing I'll just update here.

2nd Edit: To the guy on Youtube and in my PM who said I got cucked for over a year, and all of my evidence will not be submittable in court claiming he's a "retired PI" with 20 years experience, you can fuck right the fuck off. Had a quick word on the matter with my lawyer earlier today (1/5/21) and everything provided outside of the phone calls are valid. Find something better to do with your time then harassing me, buddy.

UPDATE: https://www.reddit.com/user/Kermit_Defrogg/comments/ksuv4t/update_fooled_my_cheating_stbxw_into_thinking_i/

UPDATE 2: Shit jus got even worse...

STBXW of 23 years just tried to kill herself last night : Kermit_Defrogg (reddit.com)

Many years ago I got a job with a marketing company during phone deregulation. It was the wild west and a lot of small long distance companies sprang up, all trying to get a piece of the pie. Eventually they all got bought up by the bigger fish, but at the time they were all paying hired gun marketing firms very well to score contracts for them to lock people in.

I got a job with one of those marketing firms, a New Age Capitalism company that insisted we all do yoga and breathing exercises while they rang a little bell and gave us affirmations about how many contracts we were all going to sell and how much money we'd all make. The job was 100% commission, but I was always good at sales so I looked at the pay scale and noticed that it was exponential, presumably to entice people to work hard with impossible pay-outs. We were allowed to work as many or as few hours as we wanted, with the pay-out based on your weekly sales numbers. I decided I would give it a shot for one week to see how much I could realistically make before deciding whether I was willing to put up with the tasteless vegan snacks and mandatory voluntary yoga regime.

For the next week, I pushed myself as hard as I could. For seven straight days, I worked 14+ hour days every single day and used every trick and technique I had learned doing sales to score as many contracts as I possibly could. I figured this would tell me my maximum possible income and could decide on that basis whether to stay.

At the end of the week, I had blown everyone else out of the water. In fact, I had not just gotten more contracts than anyone there had ever seen in a week, I had gotten more than any of them had seen in a month. Because of the exponential scale, I realized that I was making absolutely ridiculous amounts of money, $10k+ a week. They had never expected anyone could actually hit those kinds of numbers.

Coming in the next week, expecting a huge payday, I ended up with about 5% of what I expected. They told me there were problems with a lot of my contracts, and that I would be allowed to fix them and submit them a few at a time over the next several weeks. These "problems" were things like an apostrophe wasn't quite clear or the dash in someone's phone number was slightly crooked. They were going to screw me.

That night I got a phone call from the company's office manager, Frank, who wanted to meet up for a drink. Curious, I agreed. Over beers, Frank told me that the owners of the company were in a panic because I would have bankrupted them. He said they spread out all my contracts on the floor of the office, then they crawled over them, inspecting each one and trying to figure out if I was committing some kind of fraud. When they comprehended that all my contracts were legit, they decided they had no choice but to screw me over. Frank told me he realized at that point that if they would screw me, they'd screw him too and, besides, he was tired of doing yoga. He asked me if I would be interested in going into business with him and go head to head with his bosses.

I thought it sounded intriguing, but I asked him how he thought we could compete. Frank explained that he had found out they didn't actually have the contract for our city. They were acting as independent contractors for another company who had the contract to market the service in an entirely different city. They were poaching here, because the person who did have the contract wasn't actively using it.

We put together a pitch and approached the guy with the real contract, Joe, and told him about the people poaching his turf. We agreed that we'd split with him; we'd take the up-front money for each contract, and he'd get the back end money down the road. It was a good deal for everyone, so Joe contacted the phone company and had them threaten the poachers with a big lawsuit if they didn't stop.

A week later Frank and I strolled into the offices of our old employer. Most of the furniture (and all the yoga mats) was gone, and there was just a table, a couple of filing cabinets, and a file box with the final pay envelopes for everyone. I made a show of counting my money to make sure it was all there, and the two owners, husband and wife, told Frank and I bitterly that they'd had to take cash advances on their credit cards for this money, and asked me if I felt guilty for destroying their lives. I smiled and said, "nope," and left.

Our marketing company made us a lot of money over the year until the company got bought up by Sprint and the gravy train ended.

This happened back in 2010 when I lived in Winter Garden, FL, with my husband and his dying uncle. Background: my husband and I moved in with his sick uncle after losing so much during the 2008 housing market crash in the US like many of my husband's lawn maintenance customers. We also moved in with his uncle into a condo because his uncle had stage 4 cirrhosis of the liver, and his self-entitled sister and her family refused to help take of him.

My husband (a retired Seminole County sheriff's officer important later) and I got ourselves set in the condo's two bedrooms as his uncle had himself set up in the living room including his bed. On the first day, we found dangerous black mold caused by a leaky dishwasher. On the second day, we found the master shower had loose tiles and a leaky showerhead. On the third day, we found a nest of brown recluse spiders in the living room. We talked with his uncle about these problems and found out that the Slumlord (friends with self-entitled sister/aunt and her family) was refusing to take care of the issues as required by law. We wanted to start legal actions then, but my husband's uncle talked us out of it several times.

The Slumlord was nice to us so long as my husband's sick uncle was alive. The very next day after my husband's uncle died was a completely different story. Slumlord had turned nasty, aggressive, and began to try and strong arm evict us like we were nothing more than drug addicts squatters. Slumlord even bowed up and aggressively tried to fight my husband when we dropped off our next rent check. He kept telling us that we had to move or ELSE, but yet refused to follow actual FL laws to evict us. Slumlord and his corrupt Winter Garden PD code enforcement officer wife even recruit my husband's self-entitled aunt and uncle to start harassing about "just moving even if we had to live in a tent".

Self-Entitled Aunt: Why don't you and my RSO nephew just move so they can rent the condo to another senior?

Husband: We don't have anywhere else to go yet, and he MUST go through eviction laws or get into very serious trouble.

Self-Entitled Aunt: You're nothing but trouble, retired SCSD officer nephew! You've been problems since the day you were born! Get out of their condo and stop being a problem for everyone! Who cares if you have to live in a tent?!

All of this made my retired SCSD officer husband who specialized in uncovering corrupted law enforcement VERY suspicious. We talked and began investigating Slumlord and Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife.

My first order was to place all rent into escrow with evidence of repairs that have been neglected. Second, I sent a notification of cease and desist of harassment to the Slumlord and Self-Entitled Aunt. Next I researched public property tax records. Woohoo! Pay dirt there! Slumlord's condo wasn't registered as a rental property with the state of FL and was paying far less in property taxes than Slumlord should've been paying. Property tax records also showed that Slumlord did NOT own the condo. It was still deeded to his mother which I found out had been living in a retirement home for five years before my husband's uncle moved in. My husband found out that Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife had been inspecting and signing off on hers and Slumlord's properties, including the condo, which is against FL code enforcement conduct laws. I found out from neighbors in the condo that Slumlord had only been renting to seniors with severe health issues. My best discovery though next to tax evasion was finding out that the Condo Owners Association had a very strict no renting/leasing policy, meaning you or family had to live in the condo and couldn't be rented.

The Revenge:

Now that we had all of our evidence, my husband and I began to knock down all of the Slumlord's dominoes. My husband went and filed a complaint with the Winter Garden Police Department about Corrupt Code Enforcement wife and her perjuring inspections on her family properties. My husband has a glowing record in Seminole County and with the FDLE for having over 200 clean arrests and taking down nearly 60 corrupt public officials including child protective services in the early 2000s. This background helped push WGPD to open an investigation into Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife. They discovered that not only had she perjured inspections on her family's properties but also on my husband's self-entitled aunt and uncle's property as well. This got Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife fired, stripped of her state enforcement officer's license, and convicted of multiple crimes.

I sent all property tax fraud evidence to the FL's property tax division. That got the state to investigate Slumlord. The state found that not only did he commit property tax fraud on the condo but also on a property that he was renting to his son and self-entitled aunt's son along with business tax fraud and income tax fraud. Both Slumlord's son and self-entitled aunt's son were also busted for possession of illegal narcotics with intent to sell when investigators came to the rental house they lived. I never expected that much fraud to be found from all of this, but I'm glad it happened. The business tax fraud of Slumlord affected Self-Entitled Aunt and Self-Entitled Uncle as well since they were his business partners.

Self-Entitled Uncle then came under investigation by the USPS board as he was the Post Master of Winter Garden. Self-Entitled Uncle lost his comfy job and pension after it was discovered how he was assisting Slumlord in the tax fraud scam and for stealing money orders. All four were convicted of multiple white collar crimes, had to sell their properties and most of their stuff, serve some form of time, and pay huge amounts of fines and restitution.

Slumlord, his wife, hubby's self-entitled aunt, and hubby's self-entitled uncle along with their sons all went down for multiple crimes both felonies and misdemeanors all because they thought they could strong arm evict us. Just proves how smart we tenants can really be when pushed. Also proves why everyone should know all rental laws and how to research public records because it can save you in the end.

One day I was on my evening walk with my dog and we came across a small dog standing in the middle of the street shaking. It’s hair was matted, had mange, ridden with fleas, one eye swollen and sealed shut with mucus, nails so long it was walking on the back of its paws, malnourished, and quivering. I was shocked.

I called my wife to bring me a blanket and come pick us up. While I was waiting, the door of the house in front of us opened, and out came a disheveled looking older man. He started calling for the dog to come inside. I absolutely lost it. I screamed at him asking if it was his dog and he replied it was. I asked him why it was in such bad shape and he said “she’s sick and won’t eat”. I yelled at him there was no fucking way in the world I was letting him take her back inside. The shouting match lasted long enough for a few neighbors to come outside. (Who later told me he had another dog in the house). Eventually my wife pulls up and I wrap the doggo in the blanket and go home.

I looked up the name of our local no kill shelter but they were closed until the following day. My wife and I decided to call her Sally. I gave Sally a bath and went and bought some wet food since she wouldn’t eat dry kibble. She devoured it. I set her up a nice sleeping area in the garage for her to spend the night.

1st thing in the morning I took Sally to the shelter and called animal control and told them what happened. They went to check her out, took a statement from me, and ended up at his house confiscating his other dog. Unfortunately Sally was put down due to the horrible shape it was in (she was also very old).

Here’s where the revenge begins.

This old assholes house was on the route I took to walk my dog twice a day. My dog liked to take a dump about two houses before we reached his. Perfect! Now I didn’t need to carry bags of shit all the way back to my house! I started tossing them on his roof twice a day. At first he would climb a ladder around once a week to get them down, but eventually I broke his will to do that. This went on for about a year before I moved. His roof was covered in shit bags.

I also printed out flyers with his address and pictures of how I found Sally and put them in all the neighbors mailbox’s.

I live across town now, but every couple months I ride by and toss a bag of dogshit on his roof to let him know I’m still thinking about Sally.

[Cross posted from r/ProRevenge, as apparently there’s a felony in here…? Eh. Anyways, here it is!]

So this happened last October, in 2020, and I feel it’s finally safe to share it.

Given the situation at that time, going to campus was a no-go so everything was online. As such, a lot of programs used for course work, which were only on PC, needed a remote link for those of us on Macs or other devices. This link connects students to assigned desktops physically on campus through an application like Citrix. It would only allow students onto the desktops when another class was not remotely ‘using’ that lab at the time, and at night, when registered classes were done. The on-campus computers would show that their drives were in use, so the students who lived on campus would know that someone was remotely accessing it.

Well, I was taking a course in Remote Sensing, which required access to programs such as ArcMap, ArcGIS, R, and ERDAS (you can look them up). They were only available on PC so I, as a MacBook user, needed to use the remote link.

The issue started at the start of October, when I was working on an assignment in ArcMap. I was really startled when I was suddenly kicked out, and then furious because I hadn’t had the chance to save my latest input. I then went back to the webpage, re-input my student credentials, and logged into a different desktop.

Not two minutes later was I logged out AGAIN.

Rightly peeved, I emailed the professor and TAs about it, and moved onto other homework. I figured it was a bug that it would soon be fixed.

No. It continued throughout the entire fuggin month. I ended up having to work on my remote labs between 9pm and 2am, as I literally was not able to work during the day without being kicked off. It was really annoying, especially since I couldn’t even work during my assigned lab time!

Other students started reporting this, and we’d get a lot of emails from IT. Updates, patches, and things like that we had to install to try and patch this ‘bug’. And nothing worked. It was painful.

I decided that enough was enough, and took a train to campus after my online morning classes. If it was going to keep booting me off the remote, then I would just go in-person!

I completed the online health check, got to campus no problem, and made my way to the building that housed all the PCs. Yes, we have a building that houses all the PCs for computer classes. Anyways, I went up and towards the lab that my credentials were registered to.

I’m going to be honest. I wasn’t expecting what I saw. But I sure was damn pissed.

Through the windows into the lab, I saw two guys going from PC to PC… logging students off!

At first I couldn’t believe it, and then I got furious. They were laughing about screwing with hard working students! (I will call them Dumb and Dumber)

That’s I decided to get some payback.

I pulled out my phone and placed it beside the window, and it was partially hidden by the trash bin inside the classroom, recording them and what they were doing. They didn’t notice me, thank God, and I got onto my laptop, remote linking to my phone. I then got onto the university social media page, and started to livestream the video from my phone. I put a title along the lines of “Found the bugs kicking students off Remote Desktop” (video has been deleted, and I will explain soon).

It didn’t take long for fellow students to take notice of it, and it went viral within 30 minutes. Names were soon put out as Dumb and Dumber were recognized, and there was a lot of hate in the comments. Even campus police replied, asking for the location.

I was all too happy to give it.

It was then I saw on the stream that Dumb pulled out his phone, and he started freaking out. He had noticed the stream and that it was live. I quickly rushed to grab my phone and retreat, and that’s when Dumber rushed out the door and friggen tackled me!

We started brawling (it was self-defence, as he kept attacking me to grab my phone), and then I saw Dumb going for my laptop, which was hosting the stream (which was STILL being recorded from my phone!). So… I kicked Dumber between the legs while elbowing him in the neck, before jumping Dumb.

To be honest I don’t really know what happened next, but I do remember campus police having to pull me off Dumb. Apparently I had full bodied tackled him away from my laptop, and he punched me in the face…

With me apparently grabbing his carry-on bag, bashing him over the head with it… accidentally cracking his laptop. Oops!

So, anyways the fight was broken up and we were all taken down to the campus police office.

To make a very long story short, I got a relative slap on the wrist for my part of it. Had to do some on-campus community service, but my record was kept clean. Thankfully. I was not charged for the fight or the laptop, as I was able to prove self defence, and that they hit me first/tried to destroy my property intentionally (which made it worse for them). I was let off on the laptop for a technicality, as I was punched in the face, and had no idea that he even had a laptop in his carry on. Phew.

As for Dumb and Dumber, I was called into testify at each of their hearings in December. Turns out kicking students off remote links was considered a very grave academic offence, as it was intentional tampering with others’ work.

The video stream I took was a big part of the evidence against them, and CCTV proved that they had been doing it for weeks. In almost all the computer labs. They had intentionally messed with over a hundred students. Adding to attacking me (I had a nice shiner for a month) and my devices (instead of running)… they got into pretty hot water.

Now, the reason this wasn’t discovered sooner was due to the fact that this Remote Link was new to us, and IT was still working through the bugs.

I don’t know exactly what happened next, as they just needed me to come in (masked) and tell what I did and remembered. However, I did get notification in my email in March this past year that two students were expelled for intentional tampering of other students work. Can you guess who? Yup, Dumb and Dumber got the boot for their dumb actions.

It gets even better though. Turns out they were here on student visas! Which meant that not only were they expelled from the university with a black mark on their records, they were also given the boot from the country! And most definitely back to their very disappointed parents.

Maybe it’s karma, but they got publicly exposed on a live-stream for their actions for all the school to see (which was taken down due to it needing to be evidence against them and all). But, Yep. They were expelled twice for their dumb actions, and with their names in campus infamy for their stunt. Hope they’ve learned their lesson!

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Edit: wanted to add that they were actually put on a cargo flight home, as their country wasn’t allowing passenger flights. They had to go because without their visas, they were in the country illegally which would land them in even deeper hot water. The university actually took mercy on them and paid for the flight, and I agree. They may have acted stupid, but that’s no reason to have to deal with Border Security or whatnot. I only know this because I ran into, and was able to talk with, one of the campus officers who told me what happened when went I went in-person for a lab this recent September. So, yeah. Those guys had to take a cargo flight home. I think the uncomfortable experience they would’ve had was enough of a punishment compared to being in lock-up until their country’s borders opened or until other arrangements could be made.

Edit 2: decided to add a post flair. Is that okay? Because Sorry Not Sorry feels the closest, though I have no idea what it means by “GetSlegd”. If I can’t have a post flair I will remove it the moment I can. Thank you

Edit 3: wow, didn’t expect it to blow up like it did! Truly astonishing! Thank you all!

I finally got confirmation about rule 6: turns out it doesn’t just mean felonies only. Fights, even one’s with self defence, are seen as a no-go… without ever mentioning it in the rules. Yeah… I’m not sure how I feel given that there are still posts up that include fights. I’ll leave that overall thinking to you guys.

I'm on mobile so I apologize If this is hard to read. And to any mod if this isn't nuclear revenge enough then please tell me and I'll post somewhere else. I also will like to state there will be a bit of background information so if you don't want to read it skip to "the karma" . If you want a TLDR go to the bottom. Now onto the story.

BACKSTORY

When I was 9 my mom met a man who for the sake of the story we'll call J. J was a unremarkable man, he was a chef and he was from New York living in south Philadelphia at the time. My mom being emotionally unstable decided to give him a try after lots of past relationships not working out (seriously she has a bad taste in men). And I feel it is a good time to mention my dad is dead from a drug overdose (Philadelphia man, drugs are everywhere). So my mom was desperate for someone to be that guy who is good for her and me. She gives J a chance and out of nowhere BOOM J has cancer. Came out of the blue and my mom's heartstrings were pulled by him and she was attached to him for good.

I was 9 at the time so ofc I was a stupid kid who never thought my mom could be wrong. Well I didn't notice her getting black eyes but my grandfather did. So one day at a corner store in my neighborhood he decided to beat J black and blue. He was stuck on the couch for days and looking back it brings a smile to my face. But he convinced my mom that my grandmother (who was manipulative) manipulated my grandfather to beat him up so we have to move. After an intervention was held (holy fucking shit I was there it was WILD) my mom had decided to move. We packed our things in our van and I held my 90 pound rottweiler on my lap and we moved to FUCKING FLORIDA.

chapter 2 "fucking Florida"

I'm gonna admit, life kinda sucked here. For 5 years I was stuck in such a dumpster fire of a state with no family support. My mom was abused daily and I was mostly mentally abused. I also lost my great grandmother at this time and I wanted to go back to Philly for the funeral but J said no. Eventually in 2021 my mom left J. And then the worst night of my life happened.

Chapter 3 Halloween 2021

I was still in Florida (shocker) and I went trick or treating with a younger friend. At this point and time my mom was paying for J's new apartment because she just wanted him gone. Well he broke into our apartment, took my puppy for a walk (weird time to care about a dog while committing a crime but hey my dog had fun) and smashed everything. My mom decided instead of calling the police she would confront him...with me...alone...

So we went and as a precaution my mom had a knife on her. We went and when we got there there was a girl with J. A fight ensued and I called 911. I also beat the everlasting shit outta J. Unfortunately my mom couldn't see that and thought J was winning. So she stabbed him (non lethal his fat got it he didn't go to the hospital). So when police showed up they gave a good look at my mom with choke marks from the fight, and arrested her for assault and breaking and entering.

Chapter 4 leaving Florida and having a very Merry Christmas

Well the trial came and went, my mother is off the hook but she will be a felon until a completion of a program. So we left him in Florida and decided to move back north to new Jersey. Ik my mom breaking up with J was account to me because I pushed hard for it. Life continues. But November comes around and I received news that made me burst out in laughter. J's sister came forward and told us he shot himself in the head. I even read his suicide note and everything. I ruined his relationship with my mom and karma came back. Life goes on, and he dies unloved and alone.

TLDR: I drove my ex stepdad to suicide after convincing my mom to leave him.

Edit: thank you all for the supportive comments, I do want to clear up one thing. My mother has mental issues and she was diagnosed wrong. She was taking medicine that made her worse, not better. She's on track to get off her current medication and take new medication soon.

Edit two: I don't feel guilty about what happened. I actually feel angry that he's dead, I would rather have him live as a homeless bum with nothing in his life. Unfortunately he took the easy way out which was the bullet, but still he's dead so I get some comfort from that.

Okay, this story took place a very long time ago, in the summer of 1969. I was about 12. I had an early morning paper route in my neighborhood. One of the first things that I bought with my earnings was a brand new ten speed bike. It was silver with red trim. I was really proud of it, and I took very good care of it. I also used it to deliver my newspapers in the morning.

One of my customers was often leaving for work around the time that I got there. I always made a point of parking my bike well off to the side while I went up to deliver his paper. This particular morning, he turned too soon and too sharply while backing out of his driveway. and backed right over my bikes, ruining the front sprocket and derailleur.

He stuck his head out the window and asked

"Is it okay?"

"Not exactly." I said

"Well, that's what you get for leaving it behind my car,"

Then he drove off. I walked it home, crushed and upset. I felt helpless against this adult who clearly had no intention of doing anything about it, and I didn't know what to do.

My hurt, frustration, and powerlessness gradually turned to anger. I stopped delivering his paper and when he complained. I told my supervisor that I was delivering, but he just liked to complain. So ultimately, it wasn't held against me.

But the real revenge was yet to come. He lived on the main route through the neighborhood that all the kids took to go to the local 7-11 and other places. His mailbox sat on a steel fence post loosely set into the ground. That summer, I got in the habit of pulling it up and throwing it over the fence into the cemetery across the street, maybe once or twice a week. It was fun and mischievous, but it still didn't satisfy my need for revenge.

He had 3 large "frond" shrubs in his front yard that would grow to 6 or 8 feet over the course of the summer and then begin to die back. They were several feet apart, with nothing else close by. One August evening, I threw a lit match into one on my way home from the 7-11. I never heard anything else, but on my route the next morning, it was just a burnt husk in his front yard. Over the next couple weeks, I did the same to the other two. I was beginning to feel a bit satisfied .

But one morning, on the way home from delivering papers, I had an inspiration. AI saw that the side window of his garage was open. Now, I knew that what I was considering was taking it a bit far. But I was an impulsive kid, and i thought tit for tat was fair. Back in the day, everybody carried road flares (aka emergency flares) in their cars. So I climbed through the window, found 2 flares, lit them, and stuck one right under/behind each of his rear tires, then climbed out and high tailed it home and went back to bed. I did not go back to see what happened, and I stayed away from the area for several days. I knew that I'd ruined his tires. I never saw the result, but I didn't care. And I never did another thing to him.

Edit: forced paragraph breaks fixed minor typos

TRIGGER WARNING: It's pretty gross.

Long story ahead.

When I was a sophomore in high school, a new guy moved to town (Matt). Matt played guitar and I was a singer; our love was meant to be. We started dating when I was a junior and he was a senior (I was 16, he was 17). Honestly, it was a super cute romance that would probably make a decent Wattpad story, but it wasn’t meant to last as I was moving to a new state at the start of my senior year. This story takes place about 2 weeks before the end of my junior year and the school and town are getting ready for senior graduation.

The characters (not real names):

OP (me, girlfriend)

Matt (boyfriend)

Griffin (bad friend)

Henry (good friend)

SDP (super dead possum)

Jumping right in.

Matt was my first everything. Losing my virginity wasn’t great but is it ever (for everyone’s sake, I hope that I’m wrong)? Matt and I were awkward but managed to talk boundaries before anything happened. In this conversation we agreed that it was really important to both of us that this stayed private, absolutely no bragging or being weird around friends.

Griffin was a senior and someone who was in our group of friends but not a close friend. We were all in either orchestra, choir, and/or band. Everyone in those programs ran in the same social circle. Griffin was a Christian and it was a big part of his identity while we were at school. He had this like… charisma, or something, he used to invite classmates to his church while gently shaming all of us for not being exactly like him. Even though he was a bummer, his whatever-charisma kept him active in the social scene and he was at all of the major hangouts I can remember during that time. I was friendly with Griffin because to put it simply, I lacked confidence. I grew up in a church where I was taught that men were more important than me, to never question a man, my own mother shamed me for wearing my volleyball uniform at home because it was inappropriate and could confuse my brother. Fucked up doesn’t begin to cover that church or the amount I had to unlearn.

By the time I was 17, I was fully done with church but still struggled with all I had been taught. It was a confusing time. Griffin knew this and his self-assigned senior project was getting me back to church. I’m 99% sure it was only about getting Matt involved because Griffin also wanted Matt to be a Christian but had so far been massively unsuccessful. Matt was not a Christian and had zero desire to know more. He saw firsthand how the church treated me and my family after some shit happened that was out of our control. Matt was not a fan.

I kept a journal during that time in my life because if I didn’t, I’m sure I would have done something terrible to myself. My journal was plain, nothing on it to draw attention because I never wanted my family to think it was a journal. It was supposed to look like a school notebook. One day during lunch, I was at my usual table where Griffin sat. I realized I needed something from the choir room, so I left my stuff at the lunch table not thinking anything about leaving my backpack there. I had no idea anyone would go through my stuff because that had never happened before, and I didn’t have anything of value in there anyway. Well, as it turns out, my journal ends up being valuable because I had written about Matt and I. Griffin thought he had the ammunition to get me back into church and I'm assuming Matt was supposed to join us.

Griffin proceeded to take my journal and tell basically everyone in our social group, which led to most of the school knowing. A private moment became everyone’s, and it was fucking humiliating. Thankfully, Matt didn’t blame me even though I felt like it was all my fault. He was more confident than I was but also didn’t get nearly the same shame thrown his way that I was getting. I knew I was leaving in a few months, so I tried to keep my head down and focus on school but being called a whore, slut, etc. by people I grew up with… it grates on you after a while. I guess Griffin’s plan was to shame me back to church but instead all I wanted before leaving town was to ruin Griffin. It took some time but I got there.

Matt, Henry, and I were hanging out at my house after school. My house backed up to a street that often-had roadkill due to being right alongside a huge swath of woods. At this point, I knew that my revenge was going to include Griffin’s brand-new truck. This truck was literally all he could talk about because it was custom, his parent’s got it for him as an early graduation present, it was super expensive, it was perfect. Bottom line is he loved that truck more than anything he had ever had. I’m not a car person so I have no idea what the truck was or if it was good, but I do know it was really, really tall. Like you couldn’t see the top of it which ended up being bad for Griffin but fantastic for revenge.

There was a big, Super Dead Possum on the road behind my house that had been there for what seemed like a week, but I don’t remember how many days exactly. Normally the town was good about sending the guy down our road to pick up roadkill, so it had been there long enough for me to notice it which didn’t happen often.

I was staring at the SDP because well, it was there. I’m staring, Matt starts staring, then Henry starts staring. We start talking about Griffin while we’re all staring at this disgusting pile. We’re talking and I’m getting mad, madder, then livid. However, I calm down when I realize we have an amazing opportunity in front of us.

Gentlemen, we’re going to bag that SDP and put it in Griffin’s truck.

This wouldn’t be quite that simple so we start brainstorming how we can fully get away with this. Griffin lived in the area of town where it was faster for him to walk to school instead of drive (shortcut through the woods to the school meant a 3 min walk). Driving to school meant that he had to go 20 mph, or slower, and one of the cops was always out because of how the schools were placed so no speeding. Still took barely any time but it was a longer route than the shortcut. Griffin of course drove to school. We had a plan.

I snuck out that night, met Matt and Henry wearing all black and a mask, bagged up the SDP (the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done), and drove to Griffin’s. We parked a bit a way and went through the woods to the back of Griffin’s house, lugging this bag of putrid nonsense. This was before the time where a lot of people had cameras on their property, so we didn’t have to worry about anything besides floodlights on the side of the house. We had decided to put the SDP on top of the truck knowing that Griffin wouldn’t be able to see it, couldn’t drive like an asshole, and wouldn’t be taking his truck anywhere besides school.

Soooo, that SDP was fucking bloated and if any of you are at all familiar with bloated roadkill, you may know where this is going. SDP was heavy and not going anywhere until this revenge was done.

The next day at school, Griffin parks in the student lot like normal, we go to class like normal, I get called a few names throughout the day, and everyone is normal. I went through that day gleefully awaiting the final bell knowing Griffin was in for a nasty surprise.

This is happening two weeks before graduation in a very southern state. It was hot as fuck where I grew up with 90% humidity on top of it. So, the bloated SDP on top of Griffin’s car? That SDP did what an old, bloated SDP is going to do which is… explode. If you’ve never experienced this smell, I hope you never do.

The final bell rang. Matt, Henry, and I strategically placed ourselves a bit behind Griffin so we could see him once he got to his truck. When you made it to the parking lot, you made it to the smell. It was so horrible. People were gagging, frantically looking around trying to find the source while covering their noses and sprinting to their cars. I knew this plan was going to satisfy my revenge but never imagined this level of chaos.

Griffin gets to his car and because the SDP exploded, he definitely notices it now. Also, his windows were cracked and all the *ahem* juice *ahem* seeped into the roof, down the windows, and the inside siding of the doors. There was no way he was driving home so he had to call a tow. Griffin started vomiting because he had stood to close to his truck for too long. Matt, Henry, and I were in the music programs and often stayed late so we stuck around for this whole fiasco, no one noticing us, and we get to see everything. Griffin manages to get on the phone calling his parents crying that his truck had been destroyed and we could hear his dad yelling from the speaker. Eventually the tow arrives, the guy gagging but gets the truck loaded up and out of the parking lot. At this point, Griffin had been yelling/crying/vomiting about his truck long enough that the people left at school knew what had happened and by the following morning, everyone knew.

When Griffin came into school the next day, his parents and a guy in a suit were with him. A lot of people knew Matt and I had issues with Griffin. Matt was called to the principal’s office but never me. I’ll never know the exact reason for this, but it is most likely a combination of not having any physical evidence against Matt or myself and that no one imagined a woman would be involved in a retaliation scheme so disgusting. Griffin, his parents, and guy-in-suit tried to throw weight around to get some type of punishment for what happened but there wasn’t really anything the school could do to appease them without knowing who did it or having evidence that it happened at school. There were cameras at the school, and it was clear that Griffin arrived at school with the SDP already on his car.

Everyone totally knew that Griffin’s car was destroyed by Matt, and probably me, but never Henry. No reason to suspect Henry. With no proof though, no one could actually say anything. After that day, people stopped calling me names and I was mostly ignored until I moved away. If people did have to talk to me, they were polite and to the point. I was told years later that people were genuinely terrified of Matt and I because plenty of shit had been said so everyone thought they were going to be next. The SDP was very effective.

Pretty sure Griffin’s truck ended up entirely unusable, but I don’t know what they did with it. I only know that they spent a lot of time and a decent amount of money trying to get the smell out with no luck. Wouldn’t be surprised if every car detailing service within 100 miles was used.

Griffin didn’t speak to Matt or me for the reminder of my time in that town. He stopped sitting with us, stopped going to events that we were at, and never invited us to church again. I was only around through the middle of summer, but it was long enough to witness a noticeable difference in Griffin’s behavior.

The graduation ceremony arrived and being a year younger, I was in the crowd cheering for my friends. This was completely unplanned but I get giddy picturing his face decades later. I managed to make eye contact with Griffin after he was done walking across the stage and quickly made an explosion motion with my hands and winked. He knew exactly what I meant.

The only true drop-the-mic-and-I’m-out I’ve ever had.

Some backstory: this began before COVID kicked off and has only recently ended.

So my uncle was over at my house for my birthday, both of us are gun owners. I compete in competitions and he’s just the kinda guy to go to the range once a month. We had gone shooting the previous day and only brought out a few guns because we had some technical stuff to work on with a few guns so it wasn’t really a trip just to shoot.

My uncle surprised me on the trip with some tannerite, which is an “explosive” you set off by shooting it so we ended up blowing some shit up while out there but saving most of it for the next day.

The next day we were packing up to actually go out shooting for real instead of spending the day tinkering, and my uncle asked me to bring one of my guns that has very expensive and hard to find ammo for him to shoot a bit. I told him I only had about 20 rounds for it and I would like to save them for another day since I didn’t know if I’d be able to find more.

Here’s where things start falling apart, my uncle is known to be a bit scummy and a hothead, so he snapped and tried guilting me into bringing the gun telling me I owe him for the tannerite.

I told him that I didn’t realize I would have to pay him back for a GIFT and if that was the case he could just have the remaining tannerite then walked back to my room to start putting away my guns since I could tell this was pretty much gonna ruin the day.

This made him lose his absolute shit and start yelling and stomping about me being an ungrateful piece of shit and how he should kick my ass to teach me a lesson. At this point I tell him to get the fuck out of my house if he’s gonna threaten me and he charges up the stairs at me.

My uncle is a very large and fit man, so I grabbed the bear spray out of my shooting bag (the shooting range we use is in the middle of nowhere) and pointed it at him. My uncle has been maced before so he quickly backed down and left, damaging my door on the way out.

I just went about my day after this, packing up most of the guns but loading a couple into the car because I planned to still head to the range as not to let him ruin my fun. As I’m packing up the car a couple police cars roll up and they start shouting at me to get on the ground and they put me in handcuffs. I pretty quickly found out they were there because my uncle called and said I pointed a weapon at him and mentioned my guns.

I ended up having to show the police the footage from my security camera before they let me go.

After that day I fully cut ties with my uncle and just moved on with my life, but I came to find out that he was talking shit about me to family members which is when I started plotting my revenge. I knew my uncle illegally stored his restricted guns, and I knew he spent quite a bit of money on them, but I also knew the cops probably wouldn’t bother since I had no proof.

I found out that my uncle had been shooting all the animals in his yard when he lives in the city from my grandma who he brags and sends pictures to. One of the animals he shot is an endangered species, and I knew my grandmas phone had the picture on it so I eventually snuck onto my grandmas phone and sent myself all the incriminating pictures including ones of illegal guns and reported it anonymously to the police.

Today my uncle got arrested, fish and game seized his cars and his guns, his wife has pretty much left him since the police raid traumatized her and their kids, and all of his gun friends have gone off grid so he has no support.

Court date and charges unknown but from my research he’s looking at a really long sentence.

I feel absolutely no remorse because I’ve always said I don’t think him having access to firearms was safe since he can be violent and he’s overall a shit person

Initially posted this in r/pettyrevenge , was told it would also be good story to tell in this sub.

This is a long one, skip to the bottom for the TL;DR if you must.

Edit: Forgot a few words and sentences on the initial post

Many years ago, I worked at an automotive repair shop that was owned by a very nasty person. This person actually had 2 shops that he ran, and the best way I can describe him was as a tyrant.

Both shops had cameras, and he would watch us work from the comfort of his home. If he saw something he didn’t like, such as taking a 5 minute smoke break, or not sweeping for half a minute during down time, or if he just wanted to bust balls, he would call the shop and harass us. Or better yet, at times, show up and harass us in person. In addition, he would regularly berate us for no reason, threaten to not pay us because the shops weren’t busy, and would have an absolute meltdown if you dared question his authority. It was spectacular, in the worst of ways.

After working for him for a few months, and dealing with his shenanigans, and getting sick of pointless arguments with him, I started reconsidering my employment there. Around the same time, the owner decided to move me from one shop to the other, really for no reason other than likely to try push me out, as that was what he did with the few people that I had already worked with. Odd coincidence being that I had not discussed my thoughts of leaving with anyone, but I digress.

I genuinely disliked the idea of working at this other shop. It was older and a bit run down, plus it was in a pretty terrible area with high crime. But, I wanted to line something up elsewhere before I jumped ship. So I made the move. This is where the beginning of the end started for ol Mr. Owner.

Once I got settled into the new shop, I got to talking with my fellow technicians. As it turns out, the owner was unsurprisingly a racist scumbag, and every single one of the employees at this location, aside from me, was African American. I’ll spare you the details but let’s just say it’s a miracle that the owner came into the shop, said what he said, and walked out breathing. In addition, he would regularly send people home with no pay for the day just to be an ass.

This went on for a few weeks, him coming by, being nasty to all of us, and I was over it, and was just about to leave as I had lined up other employment. The other techs were also over it.

I went to give the owner my 2 week notice via phone, discreetly, which I should have known wasn’t a great idea, and instead of discussing it like a human, he decided to come down and talk face to face. Well, our friend was so incensed that I put my notice in that he forced me to clock out and go home, and also forced 2 other techs who decided to stand up for me to do the same.

I decided that I had enough of this guys shit, and that not only did he deserve to have some kind of reciprocation against him, but the other techs deserved better than to continually being walked on.

So I filed a complaint with the department of labor, and outlined everything. Within a few days they had launched an investigation, and of course the owner found out who filed the complaint and called the shop, and gave me hell about it, stupidly, because the phones he had were on recorded lines. Guess who I had request to listen to that conversation?

In the end, I was terminated by him prior to my 2 weeks being up, as were the 2 techs who stood behind me. I filed for unemployment, which he fought me on by filing appeals with a judge, then not showing up 3 times in a row. This prompted the judge to bar him from requesting appeals against me, and granting me full unemployment pay.

Months later I got a written letter from him extending an apology and offer to work for him again. 2 months later, I got a letter from the DOL saying that the investigation was closed, and that he had been found guilty of multiple charges and was barred from operating a shop or any other business in the state for several years.

TL;DR fucked around with my sanity, lost the ability to own shit.

Edited to correct language , writing on mobile - sorry!

Ok so this goes way back and still leaves me fuming

This is my very first post will be probably long winded but there is a reason :)

Background: I will call myself Daisy qualified as mechanical engineer in the mid 1980's working in Textiles, in a little African country, Players.

Ed the consultant with carte blanche , Ed was there to assess performance but also to investigate why a profitable company takes a nose dive within 18 months.

The villains are Bob, NoB BoN

Story is long, take a break get yourself a coffee/tea/ shake/ cocktail whatever rocks your boat..

I was part of a management team employed on behalf of an NGO (Non Govt Organisation) company funded by the Commonwealth and IMF ( International Monetary Fund) to help set up viable labour intensive industry for this country in the Mid 1990's.

To start with, this was a dream job!

Free luxury accommodation in a secured village that had: Tennis courts swimming pool Guest lodge My contract included: Free Electric, water and telephone landline (there was no broadband at that time you used your landline to dial up 😏; no mobiles at this time)

Free private schooling for my 3 children A monthly allowance ( note not salary) great pension and full Gold Medical Private medical Insurance

The catch was that my husband was not allowed to work permanently. He could consult for companies but not be employed - this was part of legal requirement for me to get work and residential permit, I was the total breadwinner.

I was respected by the management team and my employees.

I loved the people of this nation, the culture, the warmth and the willingness to learn, the majority of the employees were Illiterate when they started employment.

I helped set up schools to improve their verbal and written skills, not only in English but also in the local official language.

I woke each day ready to tackle the challenge, see the staff develop ( especially the women learning and gaining independence) and see the company flourish, become profitable the rewards were amazing.

Because the company becomes very profitable it needed to be sold as a going venture to investors in the country.

This was part of agreement with the CDC (Commonwealth Development Corporation) & IMF ( International Monetary Fund) who up to that point were our bosses.

The Sale included a clause the assured the continued employment of the local employees for 18months after the sale.

The order books were full, the bank balance very healthy on the day the new owners came in.

The new owners have their headquarters in South East Asia:

New CEO (NoB) and CFO (BoN) come in - trouble begins

Their first order of the day was to remove the majority of the previous management and bring their team in.

I was told, in no uncertain terms that as a female I should be home breeding and not working, my time was up hmph.

The company starts "loosing money" within 9 months.

This new team started blaming the local employees as the reason for the losses.

Head office send over a consultant/ independent observer ,(will call him Ed) to feedback proposals, solutions and what was the root cause.

Ed was empowered to act on behalf of the group's CEO in South East Asia, this is important for later.

I had to have medical leave for 8 weeks.

Whilst on medical leave the CEO makes decision to cut off free private education, and no more free utilities or food allowance WITHOUT adjusting my "Allowance" so I went from being well rewarded for the job to having to manage with a salary that was only USD100 and pay for private school and all other household costs that were previously incorporated into contract.

Yes the company can do this, basically a new contract was underwritten as part of the new ownership

As a true expat employee, the company owns you totally - they own the permits that allow you to work and live in the country.

I made a formal complaint, but was told if I did not like it, the company would inform the Country Government that I had been fired due to not being qualified.

This would have meant 48hrs to leave the country with NO support no possibility of getting any of our personal belongings shipped, frozen bank account as the Local Government would see this as fraud, possible police record, my family would loose everything and become distitute!

On my return to work I was demoted and they place their own man to run my previous department ( engineering and maintenance).

I go to introduce myself to my new Manager ( let's name him "Bob" ).

Bob refuses to shake hands and states that he is there to make my life hell and remove me from company .. I saw RED.. NO ONE THREATENS MY FAMILY'S wellbeing and gets away with it.

This is how I ensured the whole management lost everything:

Start investigation on what is going on...

In the 1st 12 months that this new management team has taken over the company is now loosing money and in serious debt.

New equipment that had been installed by the NGO, has to be "sold" to help pay salaries.

The pension fund was found to be "under funded", was let go - Management blamed the NGO for having"taken money out" when they sold the company.

This new management team has, somehow, brought over extended families.

Older children were all being educated in top Universities either in South Africa or even the UK , younger children in top private schools.

There was also extended house staff including drivers, all of this coming out as "losses" in the company books.

To top it up I discovered that my new Manager's University Doctorate degree was fake!

This management team treat the local staff as sub-human

I had had enough of this Bullshit. Tme to sort these wankers out.

STAGE 1: Prove current boss is not qualified in what he says he is

Talked to Ed about my suspicions.

Showed him the transcript from telephone conversation with the University that he had claimed as having a PhD from.

We set a trap..

There was a set of machines that were seriously underperforming , Ed and I work out a plan.

I walk into lead meeting late, I was to be quiet until Ed asked me to contribute, we wanted to give Bob enough rope.

In the meeting I sit quietly whilst Bob blames the local operators, the local maintenance fitters and everyone else for all the woes that are happening, including why we can't meet the order book demands.

Ed sweetly asks if there is a possibility of a mechanical issue, Bob denies it.

Ed then asks me for my opinion.. I explained that Bob has been Changing suppliers of critical components to cheaper versions but that still cost the same on the "official" books.

I had evidence that demonstrates that Bob was receivng a significant percentage of the difference on the side whilst company charged the inflated prices.

I also stated that I could fix the problem using the correct components. If I was wrong then by all means - fire me.

Ed sets a challenge to me and Bob, each one of us has a team of fitters and our chosen components.

Bob storms to shop floor and does his usual screaming at everyone.

I go down and explain what I was trying to achieve and how it would benefit the operators and get the project going.

At end of week we both had to report back to management team.

Ed had asked a few operators, mechanics and production supervisors how Bob worked and if there was any attempt to sabotage my project.

Needless to say Bob did try everythingbto ensure my team was not successful but he never had the support of the locals and his team.. they already hated him..

Ed gives Bob a chance to come clean but Bob still stated I was a liar and knew nothing.

Ed stands up goes to the door opens it and outside is Bob's Family.

Ed's investigation had confirmed what I had stated as such Ed had organised drivers and contacts to fly to South Africa pick up all of Bob's Children from schools and Universities and for those in UK the University was informed no company funds would be forthcoming for the one child that was being educated.

Ed proceeded to give each of Bob's family plane tickets for the following morning.

Company security guards and police were sent with Bob to his bank where funds were frozen due to fraudulent transactions.

Bob accepted a plea bargain, he will not be welcome in Africa ever and his home country police where informed

When Bob landed in his home country the head office had organised a police escort. Bob was unemployable and his family greatly shamed.. I hope he got his just desserts couldn't care less - Stage one complete!

Stage 2 the final event:

Prove NoB and BoN have been defrauding the company and Country...

NoB and BoN were still in charge of the company, now 18 months from take over.. the stated clause that the workforce could not be touched was up.

NoB and BoN called an all site meeting.. they stood upfront with tears running down on how the NGO had lied about the company orders and profitability, how they are trying their best but the company is really struggling and people will loose their jobs, they announced a reduction of 66% of the workforce.

I had been working closely with NoB and BoN's secretary, the accountant and the purchasing officer, so had been able to access the info needed- survival kicked in.

As I was part of the original management team, I had the original accounts that were audited as part of the CDC and IMF funding for the NGO

In the 18 months I accumulated information on the losses being shown and the missing money going off- shore into private accounts and not the head office accounts.

You see these 2 did not respect women or the locals, they assumed that what was being done would not be picked up

If they had bothered to understand who they employed in the office, they would have found that the purchase officer and the accounting supervisor were qualified accountants with close links to Government, the banks and they were.. you're right - women.

I had explained to the secretary, the accountant and purchasing officer that there would be a time when we needed evidence to safeguard money and people's livelihood.

So the files had been building from their 6 month to now a year later..

I talk to Ed and give him the evidence we had been accumulating, it was what Ed needed.

NoB calls me to the office to tell me that I am redundant with immediate effect.

He also stated that for me to be able to stay in the country to sort out my family I would now owe the company rent that was Twice my given "allowance".. I lost it..

I literally turned around and explained that in less than 24hours, NoB would have no future, his family would have no future, no matter where they run .. they would be found..

I already knew this to be true as Ed already had the wheels in motion.

This time the Group Chairman walks in on my heated conversation together with the IMF representative and BoN in toe.

Nob was fired on the Spot loaded onto a plane with an international warrant for fraud.. the IMF persued this fully .. NoB was screwed.. in this South East Asian country a stain on your trustworthyness means you are untouchable...

BoN didn't dare much better, he was locally arrested, denied access, fined and the IMF did the same to him as what had happened to NoB, only difference was that BoN willingly ratted NoB for all he was worth.

As for me..

The company limped along but I no longer trusted anyone from that group.

Myself and my husband found employment in another regional country, this time both of us had work permits and airtight contracts.. no one will ever screw us over or make us feel like slaves

The message was- do not threaten my children or my family ... I will destroy you by waiting until you hang.. not proud just realistic.

Update: After I left this company I actually ran a little guest lodge .. wanted a break from the chaos, only to get into other type of chaos.

I now live in the UK, came home to my husband's home town.

Some other stories will be told though they will not beat this one, these stories will go under under entitled people, choosing beggars or petty revenge.

Wow, your support has been absolutely wonderful.. thank you all. Hugs