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NuclearRevenge is a place for all forms of extreme revenge. Please read the About r/NuclearRevenge post and the rules found in the sidebar before posting. Keep in mind these are updated over time.

NuclearRevenge is a place for all forms of extreme revenge.

Please read the About r/NuclearRevenge post and the rules below before posting. Keep in mind these are updated over time.

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Aunt broke my model kit, so i took away her everything.

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 hers 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.

114 Comments
2024/03/25
08:01 UTC

1,627

Neighbor Ruined My Garden, I Turned His Yard into a Swamp

Get ready for a wild ride, folks. This is the story of how my battle with a neighbor over my beloved garden led me to transform his pristine yard into a swamp, and in the process, I became a local legend.
It all started when I moved into a new house, which came with a small but charming garden. Gardening quickly became my passion, and I spent months turning that space into a blooming paradise, full of flowers and a few veggies. My neighbors seemed to appreciate the view, all except one: let's call him "Grumpy Greg."
Grumpy Greg was the kind of guy who took too much pride in his perfectly manicured lawn, the type that looks more like a golf course than a yard. He despised my garden, calling it "untidy" and "an eyesore" that attracted pests. I tried to reason with him, offered to keep it more contained, even suggested setting up a small fence. But no, Greg wanted it gone.
One morning, I woke up to find most of my garden destroyed. Flowers uprooted, veggies trampled, and my small birdbath smashed. I knew it was Greg. No proof, but who else would it be? I was furious, heartbroken, but then, inspiration struck.
I remembered Greg's one true love: his flawless lawn. I did some research and found the perfect, most diabolical yet completely legal revenge. I bought hundreds of "water retention crystals," the kind meant to help soil retain moisture for plants. Except, I wasn't planning on using them for their intended purpose.
Under the cover of night, I went to work, spreading these crystals all over Greg's precious lawn. These tiny crystals are harmless, but when they come into contact with water, they expand, holding many times their weight in water. And wouldn't you know, the forecast predicted a week of heavy rain starting the next day.
The rain came, and the crystals did their job too well. Greg's perfect lawn transformed into a squishy, waterlogged mess. Every step taken on the grass felt like stepping on a waterbed. The lawn mower got stuck, and the yard had become the neighborhood's newest swamp.
Greg was livid, blaming everyone and everything for his misfortune but couldn't prove a thing. It took weeks for the effects to wear off, and by then, his lawn never truly recovered.
In the meantime, I rebuilt my garden, even better than before. Neighbors who learned about the ordeal (and Greg's role in destroying my garden) came to help, bringing plants, seeds, and even a new birdbath. My garden became a symbol of the community, a place where neighbors would stop by to chat and admire the flowers.
As for Greg, he became a lot less grumpy, especially after I casually mentioned how "unpredictable" gardening can be and how it's "important to have good relationships with your neighbors." He got the message loud and clear.
So, that's the tale of how I turned a bully's yard into a swamp and, in the process, united our little community. Sometimes, a bit of creative thinking (and a whole lot of water retention crystals) is all it takes to stand up to a bully and come out on top.

72 Comments
2024/03/22
17:08 UTC

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Didn't really wanna post on this account but it's the only one that met the karma requirements

I was told I need to post here

Okay so bare with me here I'm dyslexic and struggle with writing. Me and my girlfriend moved up to a remote little town a year ago it's so peaceful and amazing best decision of our lives. We were looking at places to buy we ran across a house that's was well shit the foundation was collapsing the roof was collapsing there was a rodent problem but it was on 10 acres or something close to that beautiful plot of land. The girlfriend falls in love with this place it's 215k yeah no not for that shit I work construction and don't want to come home to work.

My girlfriends friend ( let's say Patricia sounds like a bitch name and i never bothered trying to remember her real one) offered to buy the place and then sell it to us later... Yeah no she said we'll talk about it I stand on a hard no and she tells Patricia no... Patricia and her bf (Mitch actual name idc if he sees this infact I hope they do) already bought the house thinking we'd buy it from them for more than the 215k but so on okay cool my gf has her friend moving out here that she's known since she was 3.

I told them if they buy the materials and the tools and I keep the tools when they're done I'll do the work for them no additional costs cause I lost all my tools when we moved. He shits all over me about how he works in finances and doesn't need help, okay whatever I tell him what he needs to work on first because they are major issues I get shit on again. Turn the story over to my gf she has PTSD, BPD, and a couple other things I don't remember them off the top of my head. She struggles to make friends so this is a big deal for her she is super excited so they get here they don't visit her to give you an idea they talk every day every night they get here and they block her on everything it absolutely destroys her cause she doesn't understand what she did wrong.

They were upset at her cussing her out because she "tricked" them into buying it she didn't I told them not to because I was never gonna yes. Fast forward a year so now time they're on Facebook complaining about all the issues that I pointed out were issues they would need to fix so this actual crack head Mitch is cussing us out I'm tired of being shit on so I called the city they have plumbing issues, electrical issues, roof/floor caving in, support issues, rodent problem, all of which can get it condemed, so guess what happened I made a complaint and got it condemed then I went to his place of work and filed a report with corporate about his drug issues because he's a finacial advisor at a bank and I don't think he should be any where near anyone elses money, I hope they enjoy 215k debt with no job and no where to stay cause I'm done getting cussed out and having them drag my gfs name through the mud because they thought they could jack up the price and sell it to us.

109 Comments
2024/03/19
22:03 UTC

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Make up rumors that I have CP and I’m a prostitute because I won’t date you? Goodbye to your new $150k car and hello prison and a ruined life.

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.

130 Comments
2024/03/13
03:49 UTC

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my neighbor destroyed another neighbor’s business because she abused kittens

So I’m not sure if this goes here, this story is only minimally about me and I’m barely connected. Just let me know if I should post elsewhere.

So a few months back I found my cat Jiji on the street. He was so young, maybe a couple months old, so I felt as if I couldn’t just leave him there. He also looked extremely malnourished and it was so heartbreaking to see. Just in case he was an escaped kitten, I posted flyers all over the neighborhood and on lost pet forums for my area. Absolutely no one contacted me so I took him to the vet and registered him as my pet (vaccinated, chipped, and neutered when he was old enough). When I first found him, I thought he was a Russian Blue. He looked exactly like them down to the face shape and eye color. As he got older, the stripes he has never faded like breeders said they would, so I abandoned the idea that he is a Russian Blue. Besides, it’s downright preposterous that an expensive breed of cat would be abandoned like that, right?

Out of curiosity, even though he’s legally my cat now, I decided to check the neighborhood watch and lost pet forums. Thats when I found a post from one of my neighbors going absolutely nuclear on another neighbor, exposing her and her business. I’ll call the nuclear neighbor Daisy and the total waste of air Karen.

From what I read on Daisy’s post, she feeds the local strays. There’s one in particular, a tabby, that liked to hang out in her lawn. Her nextdoor neighbor, Karen, is a cat breeder, specifically for Russian Blue cats. Karen hates Daisy because she feeds the strays and was worried about them ruining her business. One day, Daisy hears screaming coming from Karen’s house, sounds of objects being thrown, general commotion. She stepped outside, ready to call the police believing it to be a domestic disturbance. Instead, she watched Karen chase the tabby out of her house, smacking it with a broom and trying to kill it. They get into an argument, which prompts Daisy to write about it for the first time on the neighborhood watch.

About 4-5 months later, there’s more disturbance at Karen’s house. Yelling, screaming, bumping around. Once again, Daisy steps outside to see if they need help and sees Karen angrily stomping out of her house with a box. She walks down the street a bit and Daisy discreetly follows her. Karen reaches the tiny playground in the neighborhood and throws the box into the bushes. Daisy goes to the bush and sees a bunch of kittens in the box, around the box, and in the bushes. She tries to grab them all but a couple run off and she can’t catch them. Daisy is pissed, brings the kittens that she managed to catch home, and goes to confront Karen. Karen is also mad at her, blaming Daisy’s feeding of the strays for losing her thousands of dollars. The tabby that hangs out around the house apparently got Karen’s cat pregnant and she couldn’t sell the kittens because they’re not purebred and it’s obvious.

After their argument, Daisy takes the kittens to the vet and most have injuries; broken tails, injured ribs, etc. Once Daisy got home, she reported Karen for animal abuse and then started to expose Karen online. Everywhere she could, Daisy told people not to buy from Karen, even going on to her breeder page and exposing what she did to the kittens. From what she knows, Karen completely lost her business. Despite this, every month Daisy will post about Karen and warn people not to buy from her just in case.

Now I’m not sure if Jiji is apart of the kittens that came from that, he could very well be just a gray tabby from strays, but the timeline matches up. I’m not sure if Karen is or is going to face legal charges for the abuse she did to those kittens, but I sure damn hope so.

65 Comments
2024/02/14
18:30 UTC

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Dealing with a fellow student that was causing most of us grief

This occurred when I was in college back in the 1990s.

I was attending a private college in Canada that was quite famous for its program. It was tough to get in, had limited seats, and was an accelerated course. Classes were 830-17:00 Monday-Friday (mix of lab and classes) and 900-1300 on Saturdays for one of the labs. Without fail, after the 1st few weeks, people were getting accused of cheating because they were handing in labs that were the same as others had. EVERY lab was unique, so there could be no duplication. The profs would assume that the 1st person who handed it a particular lab was the one who did it and that anyone else who did it was cheating.

Over a few months myself, one of my roommates and several of our friends(around 8) had been warned about cheating. A few were blamed twice, and their mark was recorded as 0 for that lab. One was expelled for a third occurrence.

To say that we were upset about this was an understatement. The courses were hard enough without having to deal with a zero or being kicked out. It took us a bit to work out who was doing it. What we found out is one of our classmates would make a copy of someone else lab if they stepped away (ie to go to the bathroom) and didn't get someone to guard their papers. We went to the Profs and admins and they wouldn't do anything as we didn't have definitive proof, and said it wasnt possible as he had been caught for cheating once too.

What do a group of over-achieving, pissed-off nerds do? Revenge!

One of our friends followed him to his home one night, he lived 30-40 min outside of the city. Once we had his address, we came up with a plan. If he cant get to class, he can't copy our shit. A trip to a hardware store for some supplies. We went there at 3 am a few days later. Once we got to where he lived, we put his car up on blocks, deflated, and cut open a large hole in the top of the tires, they filled them with quick set post cement that some of us had been mixing on the drive there. after 20-30 min we took his car off the blocks and left. Note it takes about 5 gallons to fill a tire :)

He didn't show up to class for a few days, due to "car issues" but he was back late that week, and few a few weeks it looked like he learned his lesson. Then he somehow copied my roommates (for the 3rd time) and my roommate got the boot. He was livid, all of us were pissed off. so we went with a new plan. Roommate wanted to kill him. Took several hours to get him not to.

I spent a few evenings getting some things prepared several of us were making and drying copious amounts of rust. well a few were filing down some aluminium fence tension bars. I mixed them together is a specific ratio and added a few dozen chunks of Magnesium ribbon, put it all in a mason jar, went for a visit at the end of the week. The roommate placed the jar on the hood of his car, stuck some Mg ribbon into the top, lit it, and ran like hell to where we were parks a block away.

And that was that Those of us still in school were mostly able to graduate with a tech diploma or technician and technologist diploma. The problematic classmate only came back one time to get all of his stuff that was at the school. He talked to a few people in the class trying to figure out if someone there had did it or if it was someone else (apparently he had pissed off a lot of people over the time he lived there)

He said the car was totaled. Insurance didn't pay out due to having only PLPD. Couldnt afford a new one. The town he lived in was going after him for the damage to the road from the thermite. Land lord had asked him to leave as well due to him being the target of vandals.

74 Comments
2024/02/13
20:51 UTC

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My fiancé cheated with several men, including a sex offender, so I took my revenge!

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 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 him 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 (his ex was engaged to his gf during this, adding another victim). Then he admitted to sleeping with his straight but curious recently single cousin (by marriage) twice, again no protection. Finally he admitted to sleeping with a supposedly straight guy 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 his 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 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 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. It spread through the family like wildfire and soon his cousin 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.

190 Comments
2024/02/02
16:02 UTC

1,685

Have An Affair On My Friend... NOPE!

A childhood friend that was the most empathetic, kind guy I've ever know did a hitch in the navy, went into computers, and played guitar in a band married a 'Pretty Mean' girl that liked the idea of a big wedding and musician husband, but had no interest in a marrage. She was her family's golden child, drop dead gorgeous, and completely narcissistic spoiled.

They buy land. He borrows money and has his family build their house to reduce costs, he was paying them back over time while she spent money and socialized, sometimes working a part time job.

Inside of 2 years she's bored and starts an affair (or we think never stopped affairs) but gets caught and while the empathetic guy tries to work things out, she makes false accusations of domestic abuse and files for divorce, with restraining order keeping him out of the home he and his family built with their own hands.

Now keep in mind he's still paying his family back for the home, still ordered to pay for the land, and most of the upkeep/maintiance, he's back in his childhood bedroom while his wife entertains her men in that house.

With some research by the lawyer, the family still technically owned the house...

Now, my family owned a heavy equipment business, including house/structural movers. (Look up house movers to verify what I said)

When she went on vacation with her family and new boyfriend, we went in, jacked up the house and drove off with it... REPOSESSED! The structure wasn't covered in the court order, just the mortgaged land.

She had legal claim to the land, her name was on the mortgage, but the structure appeared nowhere on the deed, and there was still money owed on most of the materials/labor, so it was simply reposted.

Now, the judge wasn't happy at all, but it wasn't illegal to repossess since the land mortgage was the only thing he was court ordered to pay.

She came home to foundation, pipes & wires sticking out of the ground, and a crappy used yard barn with her personal possessions in it...

Now, it wouldn't be 'Nuclear' if it stopped there... since the main character has recently passed away, I can tell more...

We had a guy we called 'Big Bob', and the name fits. Everyone probably knows someone that defies jail, death, is a walking demolition crew, and in fact we called him 'Demolition Man' for a while after the movie.

Apparently Someone put huge dildos smeared with dried whip cream crust in her possessions found when her dad and friends came to get the rest of her possessions out of the yard barn. There were also extreme insertion porn and beastality porn magazines, bongs shaped like cocks, etc.

Someone used her pictures in the 'Dating' magazines (pre-internet) for a paid escort with her phone number. Her parents even had to change their phone numbers a few times...

Someone got those change of address cards from the post office and sent her mail around the country.

Someone knew exactly when the legal separation happened, and she was supposed to get her own car insurance, but she didn't get that letter. Her car burned down in her workplace parking lot a few days after the legal separation happened, and of course, she didn't get the insurance company notification in the mail, so no insurance.

Someone had intimate pictures printed, man's face blacked out on fliers, the printing pointed out that WASN'T her husband at the time and stuck them under windshield wipers at her family's church, everyplace she worked, all around her neighborhood... Cops got involved in that, but they couldn't find where the fliers were printed... Big Bob was an over the road truck driver...

Everything died down when she finally agreed to let our friend buy her out on the land for a reasonable sum (paying for it twice) and drop the restraining order...

Less than a week after he had clear title the house showed back up right where it was before. Since it was still on the steel used to move it, all we had to do was stick a truck back under it and take it back, hook it up.

This was until she decided to marry a guy from a hard working family that were doing well... She 'Love Bombed' the poor, hardworking sap, he never knew what hit him...

She had a bachelorette party with her 'Pretty Mean' girlfriends at a local recreation lake and rubbed it in her bachelorette party was going to cost more, be better than her wedding to my friend...

I think that's what qued the nuclear revenge.

The fliers showed up all over at his bachelor party (at his parents house with his family), and her bachlorette party got busted for drugs where they found several people in various stages of undress including the bride to be and quite a bit of drugs, bunches of alcohol, etc.

When that wedding blew up, the wedding dress from the first marrage to our friend showed up on a scare crow with a pentagram on the front, what looked like blood (paint) on it in her front yard. No one even missed the wedding dress from the first wedding until then.

Every woek place, everytime she dated someone seriously, etc the fliers showed back up. She finally gained about 50-70 pounds and quit trying to date seriously (she looked like her 70 pound overweight mother but 30 years earlier). She married a fat truck driver eventually...

RIP Big Bob, you were one hell of a friend and we are all going to miss you. We will sing the song of your people and raise a glass to you every time we meet!

108 Comments
2024/01/26
09:52 UTC

678

Devastated teen snapped

So this isn't MY story, but its something that I still kinda turn over a lot in my head whenever I think about it, and it's been several years.

(TW for Animal Cruelty)

So backstory: My very first year in college, I'm at a party, and get to talking with an acquaintance/classmate of a friend. I was and still am a pretty personable guy and so people tend to feel comfortable opening up around me even if they don't know me well. And that's exactly what happened here. We were both decently intoxicated, but this girl was definitely more drunk than I was. For whatever reason, we got on the topic of wild/stupid things we did when we were younger. She then proceeded to tell me this story. I remember it so vividly. Her wording wasn't the most coherent, due to her state, so much of this is paraphrase.

So, a few years prior, when she was in her mid-late teens, she had a cat. This cat was her best friend, had helped her through some very dark times in her personal life, you get the picture. Well one day, her cat unfortunately gets out, runs across the neighbor's dog as they're (presumably) out for a walk, dog snaps and mauls the cat to death. The dog apparently was known for displaying aggressive behaviors but had never actually bitten anyone, and the owner was extremely defensive of it and pretty much blamed the girl because "that's what happens when you have an outdoor cat", or whatever. The girl is, understandably, completely devastated and distraught, family either wouldn't, or couldn't afford to take any sort of legal action at the time, so... She decided to take matters into her own hands.

The exact details were kinda hazy but. From what I could gather, she apparently blended together a bunch of ground meat with some sort of weed killer, stuffed it inside a hen carcass for good measure, waited until it was dark, and threw the whole thing over the neighbor's backyard fence. Short time later the owner is pounding on the door to her house screaming that their dog was dead and they knew it was her that did it. She vehemently denied it, and I guess because she was both a minor at the time and there was technically no way they could prove it was her, nothing ever ended up coming of it, and she never told anyone in the neighborhood or in her family about what she had done.

I was in complete shock when she wrapped up. Left the party not long afterwards for unrelated reasons, and only saw her briefly a handful of times after that before I moved campuses. So I never really got any more info on it out of her, don't know if she even remembers telling me the story. I have very conflicted feelings about it. Knowing what I know about herbicide poisoning, that dog almost definitely did not die a peaceful death, and the lack of even the barest shred of remorse in her voice was chilling. I'm about as pro-revenge as you can get and I can't say I Haven't had some pretty fucked up revenge plans in the past, but God damn. Very glad I never knew her well enough to get on her bad side.

Edit: TW added

173 Comments
2024/01/25
23:59 UTC

397

My abusive mother gets a karmic responce

It took two days to destroy the life of my abusive mother. We had a long strory, of course. I cut my contacts with her six years ago and just disappeared. I got in contact with my niece (let's call here Eva, 18 yo) a while ago, my mother (Hope, 63 yo) became her caregiver some time after I left. Now Eva lives with me and my husband.

Eva chose to help her grandmother (my mother) financially even after she moved away from her. I didn't get involved with it. As I've told, it's her choice. Eva has left her cashcard to Hope under one simple condition: Hope should notify her if she is going to put or withdraw cash from her card. Hope was free to buy anything she needed with the card, the only thing she has to do is notifying whether she wanted to use the card in other financial operations. Eva was regularly putting money on the card, she've also payed Hope's rent for a year in advance, because my mother cannot afford rent and could turned homeless without help. My mother have fucked me up when I was young and trying to help her, so I refused to get involved with it, and my siblings refused too because of her behavior.

Hope was abusing Eva's help for a while with not notifying her, and Eva knew about it. She wasn't okay with it, of course, but let it slip until yesterday. It turned out that Hope gave Eva's card to the third person for a free use, including putting and withdrawing cash. Eva wrote her asking wtf and why is she using her card this way without asking.

Hope used her best strategy. She blamed Eva for being an asshole, she said that she had no choice. One of the things Hope have said to her that if Eva really mean to help her, then she should shut up and do it without words AND conditions and that Eva doesn't have a right to complain. She've also said that Eva is free to betray her and leave as me and my siblings did after we used her (including one of my older brothers who hadn't even lived with with her from the age of eleven, and Hope never did a thing for him since).

We've had a long conversation with Eva after that. I once again explained that all of this is not Eva's fault and that my mother was always been like that. I wasn't even surprised for the answer Eva has got. I've got similar answers when I was younger. Hope didn't change at all.

Next day Eva told Hope that she is still waiting apologies. She told Hope a ton of things about violation of their agreement, about her manipulations, about her not listening and not caring for people who was trying their best to support her which is why they are leaving her all the time. She pointed out that the current problem is that Hope is crossing all the boundaries set and that not knowing about what is happening with her bank card can put Eva in serious trouble, ESPECIALLY the giving the card away. I've seen screenshots and after reading all of that I believe that Eva tried her best to explain Hope her position.

All that Hope said was "I understood. You are blaming me for being a terrible person and I don't want to fight, go away, live your life, feel free to not care about me anymore. I will better be homeless than be treated like that".

Now Eva had blocked her card and neither Hope nor the third person cannot use it. Eva will also not pay for rent anymore so in July Hope will need to find a place to live in. Eva also called all the relatives who had supported my mother. They are shocked and will never help her anymore as the things Hope told them was completely different but apparently Hope was like that from the young age. They didn't know how Hope had been treating her children and grandchildren, and they thought that in her 50s Hope have finally settled down and matured. They gave Eva their full support and they adviced her to run away, cut Hope off and never cross with her again. They are going to stay in touch with Hope as she is their sister, but they will never believe her again. They have also asked about me. I lived with them when I was a child and I never called them since I turned 18 which is a different story and I am the only person to blame. I love them but I also didn't want to harm them and I actually never believed they would trust me as Hope did insane things to me and my siblings which they didn't know about. I've got their numberfrom Eva and I'm going to call them this Saturday and talk it's all through. Hope have befriended some of my school teachers I was close when I was a teen, and I'm going to find their phones and talk to them too. I do not know if this will work but also I don't want Hope to use them as no one from her family will support her anymore. I'm in rage for all the things she told to Eva.

So in two days Hope have lost her family and her house (not now, but in the future for sure). I will also try to make her to lose her friends so she would have no one to turn to in need. And tou know what? She deserved it for years of abuse. It took me a long time for figuring out what can I do, but we will make her completely destroyed for all that she've done. I'm not sorry for that and I'm pretty sure right now that I'm doing the right thing. I don't want Eva to be as broken as I am.

34 Comments
2024/01/25
21:57 UTC

1,627

Bogan is as Bogan does, My Smoking Neighbour won't quit it on my driveway

For r/NuclearRevenge, user: pygmy requested a full story

Caution: I don’t speak English, I SPEAK AUSTRALIAN, (bad words n stuff)

My closet quitting neighbour who smokes:

My street is usually quiet, we mostly all own our houses except for the odd one in each street that is a rental, due to the area improving we don’t have the usual trouble that used to occur, but there are those moments that make things annoying and unpleasant, and the new renter directly across the road from me became one of those unpleasant things that needed to be weeded out.

My house is on a slight decline, living on the low side of the street, so my driveway slopes down to my garage, and from the other side, if you sat down there your invisible to the prying eyes of the houses on the opposite side.

So recently I started finding cigarette butts around where I place my bins, no biggie, I just started tossing them into it and pondered, who the fuck has been smoking here, few days go by and if I was not at work and on a day off cleaning in the garage, sometimes I would notice my neighbour from across the street pop up on the top end of my driveway then turn about, this struck me as a little “odd”, this kept up and I just kept putting the stray butts in the bin, but it annoyed me, why smoke here and flick them to the bin, its less than 2 meters from the bin.

So I had a chat with the wife, had she noticed anyone doing this, despite the obvious disturbed look she gave me she had no clue, knew it wasn’t anyone here in my house, its now just the two of us and eight cats and two dogs, they lack opposable thumbs to operate a lighter, so option B set up a wireless camera, with motion detection, and installed the app on my phone, to alert me, this was possibly one of the better ideas for the day, (man flu that day).

Upon looking at the most security cameras that were available, we settled on eufy, nice little buggers easy to set up, battery operated and last for ages, water proof to boot, so I hid that little fucker under the roof pointing at the gap in the shed door, and It had just enough room to peek at the driveway and bins, think corner of a square hole with a round peg in it, nice big gap to see through, it didn’t take long to find where the butts were coming from, the next bloody day he got caught, brazen as fuck, the asshat swaggers down my driveway, puts his arse in park on it and lights one up, less than 2 FUCKING METERS FROM THE BINS! He smokes that ciggy dry and flicks it at my bins and wonders back to his nest, That. Brazen. Fucking. Littering. Cuntbag. Had to do something but first I have to give him a chance.

So the next roster day I had off, I synced it with his smoking habit, and I waited for the “ping” from the app, sure enough, there he was, on rinse and repeat mode, not wanting to risk startling him and have him scatter like the cockroach he was, I went out the back door, and round the side of the house and out towards the front, as I approached he had just finished up, flicked the butt at the bins and stood up, as he turned around to find me, the proverbial “deer in headlights” as he spotted me, does not quite cover it, what felt like an eternity after he just processed he got busted “what the fuck you want” escaped his lips, I just asked, “mate, if your going to do that, at least smother the butt and put it in the bin”, all this bogan trash could reply with was “ you don’t own this part of the strip, council does, and you can’t make me do shit”, thinking he has won the Olympic gold medal for being a cunt, he shoves past me, walks across the road and returns to his nest, no fucker, no medal for you, GAME FUCKING ON.

So that camera, buy eufy, … it supports dumping events to a NAS Network Address Storage, files get time and date stamped, every time this prick went out to smoke, it secretly took his photo, smoking and flicking the butt at the bin, all I had to do was buy bulk ziplock bags and just dump the butts in them, and write the time and date on them, if they wanted evidence so be it, they can have it. this is what I did for a year, collect his butts, write the time and date on the bag and show it to the camera for authenticity, and leave, so many butts, I wanted this, he wanted this, who was I to deny him.

365 days in a year, could I make it that far, the box was just about full of butts and bags, and its only day 345, its so close but the stench, I had to do it, so I boiled the kettle and made a thermos of coffee, if I have to get up during the reporting of this, its to pee, and I am not going to do the neckbeard bottle piss, … that’s just gross, so I sorted through the photos on the NAS drive, and started prepping for the reporting, report a tosser, brilliant website branding, used it a couple of times before, and it took a few minutes to make a post last time, so logged in and started, each one by one of 345, but it had to be done, one after one after one, the cycle repeated, 200 to go, 100 to go, 50 on the home stretch now, was that enough FUCK NO, the image of his Olympic gold medal had to be reduced to ashes, he was not going to get away with this, carpal tunnel be dammed, it had to be done, finally after the last 50, were done I felt euphoric, exhausted, and dammed proud of myself, so I went to crash in bed, … or so I thought.

“PING”, … wtf, my phone just got an email, “PING” … again, “PING” … fuck me is a reddit post going viral, … “PING”, oh its an email, from report a tosser confirming the reports, … each one individually like I did, “PING” … is this automated or is some poor human… sorry whomever that was, the only casualty in this strike was meant to be my neighbour, “PING” FFS, coming from android that little DND switch on an iPhone is AWESOME!

It took a few days but one day I got the hint something was going down, first he got a letter box stuffed with mail, that’s weird, the next day was some angry noises coming from the house, like real loud, it sounded like a huge blowup between him and his missus, thankfully someone who lived next to him called the police, that shut them up for a bit, and then the notice, WTF WHAT DID I DO, … oh, they are sending a request for the box of Butts, … ok, post them off and be done with it, the FINAL day, I thought I was having a stroke, this can’t be real, I have never seen him in a FUCKING SUIT?!? Oh, yeh, legal, they wanted the butts, he took the “go to court” option, now on the website it specified $250 for an individual per offence, but I had no clue to … well 345 offences, well let’s just say, he left for the day, … and did not return, but eventually a moving truck turned up, and out came the internals of the house, .. tv, fridge, sofa, bed, angry looking woman, crying kids, … ok I feel a little bad for them, but considering who spawned them, .. not so much an ounce of regret.

Eventually I found out that he took a plea for community service and a whopping fine over jail time, upon which his wife left him, so does for better or worse not mean anything, but considering what she had it was probably for the better and any interaction I had with here was far better than then her goal medalist, but that was all I could gather, he’s having to burn the candle at both ends for the both the fine, community service and child support.

God speed my rotten bogan, god speed and good riddance you cunt.

161 Comments
2024/01/22
06:07 UTC

859

UPDATE - Can't keep it in your pants? Have fun trying to live a normal life.

For context, here's the link to the 1st part of my story: https://www.reddit.com/r/NuclearRevenge/s/CRO0QjZdL2

Soooo, something happened in the past weeks. Just before the Christmas holidays actually.

In the last paragraphs of my story, I stated that I'm still occasionally stalking Connor's social media, to see if he was trying to get back on his feet. Well, he did. He tried to get back on his feet.

As I was scrolling, I saw he said he is a shareholder of a "brand-new fitness brand" he works for. I found this odd, since I know he can't afford to move from his mother's house, and he failed his driver's license and can't afford to try again so he can't drive. In other words, he's stuck in the small city where our high school is, with thousands of people who know his name and face and are aware of what he has done. It's near impossible to find a job in these conditions, and I don't see what skills or qualifications he could use to get an online job.

By doing some digging, I found the infamous "fitness brand" and did a bit of searching on their website. I found out that not only he is not on the list of their shareholders, but what he actually got in... Is a pyramid scheme.

I pushed him in a corner so much, that I made him join a pyramid scheme in an desperate attempt to get out of the situation I put him in. He created a second social media account to sell their crap, and never got more than 5 likes on a post.

At first, before realising that this was a pyramid scheme, I was like "Alright, you know the drill at this point" and I was preparing myself to get him fired just like I did before. But now that I know what kind of business this is... I'll just leave him in his own mess. Not only I would be doing him a favour by pulling him out of there, but I don't even know if I could if I really wanted to. They seem shady enough to not care about having felons in their team.

(Here, only 3 types of crimes are considered felonies: Taking someone's life whether it's murder/terrorism/manslaughter/etc, rape, and printing fake money. Of course, aggravating circumstances apply. All other charges are considered at most misdemeanors, which doesn't mean they can't get you locked up for a few years.)

This might be the one and only time I'll ever be thankful for the existence of pyramid schemes. I don't even know what kind of damage they can potentially do to him, and for now I don't see how he could be a threat to anyone; from what I gathered on his social media accounts, it doesn't look like he's in contact with people at the same level as him. If that has to change, I'll warn them individually.

But for now, I finally don't have to worry about this problem for a while (that is, until he inevitably gets out of there). Finding this out truly lifted a weight off my shoulders, to the point that I had almost forgotten I had this information. It's... Liberating, I would say, to finally be at peace. It had not happened in a few years.

One thing doesn't change, though: Go to hell, Connor. And trust me when I tell you that you'll have to wait for me to die before even thinking about starting to have a normal life.

43 Comments
2024/01/18
03:01 UTC

1,878

What Happens When Neighborhood Punks Decide To Beat Up Veteran's Son

Apologies for the length, I'll be sure to include a TLDR at the end. All names have been changed to protect the innocent. This is actually a story my Dad told me about one of his childhood friends, George, who recently passed away.

Dad and George grew up in a booming city in what's now known as the Rust Belt. You were pretty much guaranteed a job at the major car plant in town. You were pretty much guaranteed a job at the plant in town as soon as you got out of high school. George was one of those people, Dad wasn't. Dad accepted a scholarship to his dream school to study engineering. During the weekends and holidays, he'd come home and hang out with his buddies, including George.

One afternoon, Dad gets a phone call from Grandma. George had been jumped after work and had the metaphorical tar beaten out of him. For a while, it looked like he wasn't going to make it. By some miracle, George pulled through but was in such bad shape that he had to retire early and go on disability. While on one of his visits home, George's dad, Walter, pulls Dad aside and asks him if he knows a guy named Flynn. Dad had heard the name was one of the local troublemakers. He asked Walter why and Walter revealed that the wallet had been found by George's body and given to him (the paramedics thought the wallet was George's, no I have no idea why they didn't check on it).

Unfortunately, the city was going through financial difficulties (thanks to corruption and mismanagement) to the point that they didn't have enough money to pay their police officers during the weekends. No, I am not kidding, from 8PM Friday night to 6AM Monday morning, there wasn't a single police officer on duty. Since the assault took place on Friday night, there wasn't much anyone can do.

Dad asked Walter what he was going to do about it. Walter looked at him with a stern face and said "I take care of my own."

Walter was an Army vet who had served during WWII and Korea. He never spoke about his time, claiming he was a radio technician and never left the base. He never breathed a word to anyone, even George's mother (his wife). The full story never came out until after George's death when a letter Walter had written before his death was found in George's possessions.

After realizing that Flynn was one of the people who had destroyed George's life, Walter got in touch with his friends. He was a personable guy, you know the type, the kind who makes friends in five minutes. They all agreed that something had to be done.

And thus Operation George's Revenge was born.

Walter and his friends began...observation...of Flynn and would keep tabs on him. It took several weeks but eventually, Flynn and his buddies (Mack and Zeno) were overheard bragging about the attack. Knowing who to attack, they moved to the next steps. Walter's friends (some of whom worked in high places) decided to make some phone calls to their friends in the plant where all three worked. See, these friends were union (state was closed shop at the time) and, disgusted about what happened to George, they decided to make things difficult for them.

They'd remove vital tools for "emergency maintenance" at the last minute, put them in positions they weren't good in and rearranged the schedule so they got the worst shifts...to name a few. They also began a whispering campaign so everyone at the plant knew what had happened. In this city back then, who you knew and what everyone thought you've done was enough to make or break you.

The goal was to get them to quit...and after a year or so, all three had quit, frustrated with how they were being treated.

But Walter and his friends aren't done. Not by a long shot.

A few phone calls and anonymous letters later, Flynn, Mack and Zeno were unemployable in the district. Because they hadn't been fired, they weren't entitled to severance or anything. Soon their money ran out but they couldn't get out of town because everyone knew from the whispering campaign what they had done to George.

For the rest of their lives, Walter and his friends "kept an eye" on Flynn, Mack and Zeno. Just when it appeared that they had an out, the whisper/letter campaign would start again and they'd be denied an out. The three men ended up homeless and destitute alcoholics who couldn't even get state aid. And this is in a state that is known for its generous aid for those in bad straits.

Walter and his friends made a "contingency plan" to continue this until the three men were dead using the next generation. So those men would never forget what they did to George. Nobody was able to find out anything about Flynn, Mack and Zeno...but I wouldn't be surprised that they're still stuck and miserable.

TLDR: Dad's childhood buddy was jumped by three troublemakers. Childhood buddy's veteran father and his friends decide to make troublemakers' lives heck for the rest of their lives.

79 Comments
2023/12/09
22:34 UTC

286

Fifth Cakeday of r/Nuclearrevenge

Hello, Reddit. Today is the fifth cakeday of r/Nuclearrevenge. Five years ago since November 27, 2018, our glorious leaders brought forth on this site, a new subreddit, conceived in the comments of a long removed r/ProRevenge post, and dedicated to containing the messed up stories of what human vengeance can conjure. Now we, admittedly, experience a drought of content, but tradition demands that we celebrate this day with a recap.

Fourth Cakeday of r/Nuclearrevenge - November 27, 2022

This one is self-explanatory. The sun had existed for four years, and therefore had an annual post. There were few awards, and now that Reddit got rid of it, all that remains is the post to serve as a marker of the sub’s birthday and a couple hundred upvotes.

Flashlight Story - December 21, 2022

If y’all misread the word flashlight, you may be disappointed by the story. Or not.

On this day, u/fitnessgrampacerbeam shared a story where a fellow driver was being annoying with his headlights, so the OP fired back with a flashlight that had the force of the sun. The story is pretty entertaining and is the top post this year. Accordingly, it earned a place on this recap and the link is above.

Bully Stories Announcement - December 24, 2022

On the day before Christmas, our head mod gave to us an announcement to quit sending stories that followed the format of a school bully getting their faces turned to pulp in a brutal, nuclear revenge. After a multitude of karma farmers showing up with the same stories and a bunch of post removals, however, they were more like dulled firecracker revenge.

Voting for Story of the Year - January 8, 2023

A week in from the start of this year, a vote was held to determine the best story. Following the format set by the previous year, ten of the top stories of 2022 were placed for the users to choose. Three days later, the decision was rendered.

Story of 2022 - January 11, 2023

Of 860 votes, 365 (42%) had been cast for u/Seneca_13 and this tale of vengeance. As the winner of the popular vote this year, Seneca’s story will have a place in this sub’s history. Congratulations.

New Mods Join - February 26-28, 2023

Clay decided to ask for some extra mods to fill the void that was left by the others being removed. A bountiful amount of people applied, some jokes about obese mods were made, but in the end we managed to get two new mods. Say hello to u/satantha and u/TotalBananas1.

Discussion on the Blackout - June 6, 2023

Due to some threats to 3rd party apps by the Reddit admin, hundreds of subreddit decided to go private for three days from June 12 to June 14. It was almost natural for us to join the strike considering that the admins screwed over Clay years back. Therefore, he made an announcement beforehand to warn the subreddit that no activity would happen in a week for three days straight. And then…

The Blackout - June 12-14, 2023

Comment Announcement - August 28, 2023

Clay made a quick announcement to all users that comments on posts should be constructive and nice, not insulting or low effort.

Fifth Cakeday of r/Nuclearevenge - November 27, 2023

As it says on the tin.

Now, as was added last year, here are some quick facts and statistics.

  • 57,000 members have been gained as of the previous cakeday.
  • 17 members were banned from the subreddit, 15 of them for spam.
  • For reasons possibly related to the flashlight story, from the cakeday to February of this year, there was a steep rise in daily subs (200 a day).
  • There was a spike in subscribers from August 10-24 where we gained 5,000 members.
  • The daily rise in membership was averaged at about 150 a day. Again.
  • The last post we got was on September 18, 2023. Oof.
  • Story of the Year is no more. Double oof.

And that concludes the recap. We got a couple of fantastic and enjoyable stories, a single blackout, no cases of interesting drama, and another year of the subreddit’s existence. I’m glad you were along for the ride, and I hope you’ll be there for the next year.

  • u/petyrlabenov
13 Comments
2023/11/27
18:20 UTC

1,360

Never mess with my family

My dad told me this story today over lunch and it seemed completely appropriate with this subreddit.

There are two things to know before I tell this story. These events took place in the 1970s, in a third world country where justice is obtained with one's own hand and family, for better or worse, is unconditional.
My maternal family, on my grandmother's side, is known in her town for having outbursts of anger, the kind that blurs vision and turns everything red, and a strong temper. No one in my family embodied these "qualities" more infamously than my great-grandmother, Mamadelia.
Mamadelia was an implacable woman, violent with her words and her fists as well. With Mamadelia, my grandmother, her siblings, and later my father's generation, making a mistake, no matter how small, was a death sentence.
Mamadelia was married to my great-grandfather (obviously), a magistrate of the supreme court of justice of my country and, according to my father, a good man and highly respected by all. But the moment that he walked through the door of the house, his authority ended and my great-grandmother's tyrannical rule began. Nothing was done or undone without her will and as you can imagine, my grandmother and her siblings resented her greatly. Mamadelia has been dead for 40 years now, but stories of her are still told at all family gatherings. They also say that everyone in my family, my grandmother (who if you knew her you would say I'm lying, she is a sweetheart) and her children, inherited her choleric gene that comes out from time to time in an explosive and memorable way.

My great-grandparents had four sons, but only one is relevant in this story: José (not his real name). José was the second and the most rebellious of them all, the one who could not stand Mamadelia's mistreatment and he let her know it all the time. He was the only one who stood up to her and consequently the one who suffered the most. It was when José turned 15 that he decided never again to let himself be mistreated or abused by her. And of course, Mamadelia had something to say about it. I don't know exactly the details, but something my uncle did that upset her deeply. Years before, Mamadelia would have responded with leashes and screaming, but since my uncle was already 15, he was taller and stronger than her mother, she had to resort to an alternative tactic. She decided to call a policeman to the house. And what was her instructions to the policeman? To give my uncle the beating of his life. That was the last day my great-uncle lived at his parents' house. But where I come from, family is the most important thing, impossible to escape.

Four years later, my great-grandparents had moved to their new house in another part of town. Next to them lived the Cordobes. The parents, normal people, but the son, Ruben, was another story. Ruben was about 25 years old. Ruben did not study, nor did he worked or helped with household chores (I don't this know for a fact, but I can imagine it). Ruben spent all his time and energy on two things: growing his muscle mass until he looked like an Andean Arnold Achwarzenegger and insulting my grandparents every time he saw them walking down the street. My dad couldn't tell me why, maybe Ruben was just like that or maybe Mamadelia said or did something to him at some point, I wouldn't be surprised either. What he did tell me was that Ruben's aggressiveness towards my great-grandparents was so extreme that he wouldn't even let them walk on his side of the sidewalk, claiming it was his. My great-grandparents never did anything about it (my great-grandfather had his first child at 46 and my grandmother at 36, so they were already old by then) and, for some mysterious reason, they never told anyone what was going on with Ruben either.

This is where Jose comes in again. His relationship with his mother was strained and conflicted, which did not stop him from visiting them every so often to see his father and his three siblings. That day my great-grandparents were returning home and of course Ruben's shouts, insults and obscene rudeness were there to accompany them as they opened the door to their house. What he didn't count on was that Jose was arriving at the same moment and heard everything. The world went first black and then red. Like a worthy son of Mamadelia, José exploded.
He lunged at Ruben three times. All three times, with a blow to the face, Ruben knocked him effortlessly to the ground. Faced with such a beast, anyone else would have abandoned the fight. Jose did not. Jose was used to the pain, the blood and the bruises that remained weeks later. Jose had lost his fear of confrontation years ago. Jose stood up one last time, under Ruben's insults and taunts, and charged him. I don't know how he did it, perhaps Ruben had let his guard down, but he managed to land a kick on his opponent's shin. Ruben did not fall to the ground completely but he was destabilized. Ruben did not know it but he had already lost.
My great-uncle climbed on his back, as if riding a mad bull at a fair, grabbed him by the head and slammed him repeatedly against the pavement. The smashed face, the teeth scattered on the ground and the torrent of blood were not enough for José. What he did next was to grab Ruben by the hair and drag him up and down the street, twice, until my older great-uncle stopped him.

The story ends with Ruben in the hospital, his face unrecognizable and deformed, and my uncle disappearing for a week to avoid any kind of retaliation. Never again did my great-grandparents have problems with Ruben, although José's relationship with Mamadelia never improved despite what happened.

117 Comments
2023/09/18
17:15 UTC

2,761

I'm trained to be an asshole, you are not.

Removed from ProRevenge, told to post here:

This concluded about three months ago.
First off let me say I have PTSD from two tours. This isn't a brag or flex, but any vet with PTSD will vouch that it is very hard to let assholes walk away.
Because of this stupid shit I can only really work jobs alone now. I've been working awhile at cleaning stores after hours. (Not surface cleaning but checking areas that mice have been etc. Dirty job but the pay more than makes up for it.)
One day I'm having some considerable back pain so my wife, MIL and SIL cover for me. I get a call a couple hours later from my wife complaining about the manager. Now, I've worked retail before and I know it sucks so I tend to give some leeway when non retail folks say someone's being mean vs. 'not in the mood for BS'. I hear he yelled at them when they walked in that the store was closed (Ok buddy, they used a key, chill.) Then he got upset that he didn't know there was a cleaning that day (BS, I wrote and distributed the schedule 3 weeks prior) Then tried to tell them where to clean (I have a contract, and your employees duties aren't included in it.) I rolled my eyes at the complaint, I admit it. Managers suck, and I didn't think this was a big deal, just some incompetent GM. Then I get a call a half hour later. GM was making some gender based jokes to his all male staff (Hey you puttin on your makeup, you need a tampon etc) while they were shutting down. OK, that's pretty tasteless but for me it's hearsay. Then I'm told that on his way out of the parking lot, they saw the GM TRY TO OPEN MY CARS DOOR.

Insert PTSD here.

I call the store the next day, ask to talk to the manager on duty. I have a pretty civil convo, highlighting my concerns about the manager paying attention to his schedule and contracts. I mentioned there was some witnessed unprofessionalism but that's not for me to correct. Mind you, the convo is going very professionally up to this point. When I mention the car, guys whole attitude changes. He gets very vocal and very defensive, cutting me off and raising his voice. Before I realize, we are yelling at each other. I hang up and talk to my wife. I describe the guy based off of his voice and accent and my wife is certain that I'm speaking to the GM (I'll call him E)
I call back and simply say "I want to know what authority you had to try to get in my car." E starts to play dumb until I name the security company that patrols and monitors his lot (shared lot with other businesses) and I can request footage through the police. E says he doesn't have to explain himself to me and he hangs up. Oh fuck no.
I call back a final time. I say "If we can't work this out I have to get your boss involved." "Fine, go ahead and call me when you do" E hangs up.

Insert Revenge. I wont go into HOW but I will explain what happened over the next few weeks. (Remember I have a key to this store and am still able to show up on contracted days)

*E's handwritten statement about the argument goes missing. Not a huge loss, the thing was 90% lies to get ahead of what he did.

*Find multiple disciplinary notes that all show that 'Mr. E' (as all of his employees seemed to call him) loved to write up all his employees for frivolous shit. This is a common tactic by weak managers as insurance for when employees complain about them. These also go missing.
*A file is found with many complaints about the store and interactions between E and customers. Copies are made.
*E's business starts to get multiple one star Google reviews from various accounts. Some of the reviewers post pictures of his stores mouse infestation and product damaged by little teeth that he leaves on the shelf. Let me tell you, seeing mouse shit next to food does wonders for your Google page.
*Two anonymous complaints to the city about the mouse infestation within the store, with pictures. (none of which match the ones I send to my bosses)
*One complaint to the city from 'an employee' that cites a ton of safety violations within the store. Then mentions how bad the mouse infestation has gotten and that the city should inspect and make sure they ask for proof of an exterminator (there is none.) Poor gal was begging. Her name even matched an employees name, fancy that.
*Random occult symbols begin to appear in E's work journal, hidden among things he has already written. (To clarify, this is because I could recall the symbols. It point wasn't for the occult it was so things would show up in his personal journal that he didn't write.) *His boss's boss (contact info hanging in office) received an email detailing his unprofessionalism, gender based harassment, and attempt to get into a vehicle that wasn't his. I also mentioned how many violations I saw as I was cleaning (broken equipment, safety hazards, lack of proper cleaning supplies, chemicals over pet food etc.) I even tried to compromise and said if they can provide a policy that says he could check my vehicle without security or law enforcement, then I'd retract my complaint. Otherwise, every scheduled cleaning that he is still there for, I'd cancel and send them a fee.

Suddenly, there is a shift in the store. I still go much later to avoid people, but it is much cleaner. There are even enough cleaning supplies for the store to function. There are less passive aggressive notes everywhere. Curious about it, I go in the office and see there is definitely a change. The complaint file is shrunk down and the office is cleaner. Whoever is boss now sure seems like a nice lady.

E receives a text from a number he won't be able to call back:
"Have you learned your lesson yet, (his full name)? Or do I need to take your next job from you too?"

The end.

Edit: This wasn't just some random guy that happened to piss me off. I read the other Google reviews and the office complaints. E was by far the biggest ass I've ever seen in management and further digging made it clear that he, a second manager (also responsible for a filthy store I clean) and their direct manager were buddies. Simply complaining would have resulted in nothing, clearly. Hence me going even higher. The other stores I clean (about a dozen other locations) are nowhere nearly as bad. Every shred of evidence uncovered showed that this dude just loved to abuse the shit out of his position. I have no ragrets gnomesayin?

Edit 2: since some people have vety low reading comprehension let me spell this out: you cannot act on words, watch any bodycam video. The cop explains to whoever assaults that words may hurt but you cant act on them. Once i had something concrete (footage of vehicle access) i had my golden ticket. any of you mad i didnt jump to my wifes defence over words are just as jevenielle as the manager. And when my wife told me, she wasnt crying or scared or anything, she was pissed and annoyed too. She knew i couldnt do anything about the comments, why cant some of you?

Edit 3: Having a PTSD episode does not mean I am suddenly "back in the shit." This is a common misconception. Not all PTSD manifests the same. What it means for me is I enter a mindset where the opponent is an enemy (Not a GM or shitty driver or rude passerby) and I have to efficiently and effectively destroy them in a way that keeps my hands clean.

Final Fucking Edit: This wasn't about the car. This was about what one man was comfortable doing to a stranger because he thought he could get away with it. The car was just evidence I could actually work with. For those pissed I didn't white knight my wife, she cared less about the words than some of you all did because she isn't a fucking child.

211 Comments
2023/09/02
03:15 UTC

115

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10 Comments
2023/08/28
19:20 UTC

1,873

Drive over a kids bike, pay the price

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

116 Comments
2023/08/24
18:49 UTC

2,328

I blew up a romance scammer’s life

This one is fresh and still unfolding but it’s already hit an explosive level. Some details intentionally vague.

Context: I’m a woman in my 30s with a reasonably good corporate type job in a field with lots of room for growth and am recently back into the dating scene after a decade. I’m kind of a “would be a 10 if she lost 30 lbs” looking girl, beautiful face if a bit chubby, but I never have issues getting a date lol. I’m not well off but I’m stable and have a bit of spending money. I live in a large multicultural city and my ex was an immigrant so I’m open to dating people of any origin.

  • if it wasn’t abundantly clear this bit about my appearance is a joke and only speaks to his failure to select an appropriate victim. I don’t care what people think about how I look

What happened: A few weeks ago I met a very charming man from a Latin American country only a couple years younger than me. Seemed very sweet, cuddly, intelligent, family oriented, emotionally available, educated and in a good profession back home in his country and had a lot in common with me. Chemistry seemed amazing inside and outside the bedroom. He was honest that he was in my country on a tourist visa but hoping to stay. I made it clear I wouldn’t be able to help him with that but we’d have a fun summer fling while he was here. If he managed to stay or come back, only then would we consider a real relationship.

Then the other shoe dropped. A couple weeks and 4 dates in, During a text conversation about my work, he asked me to be his sugar mommy. I initially laughed and assumed it was a joke. He kept pushing and clearly said it wasn’t. Of course, feeling insulted by this, I went off on him. He maintained it as a serious ask until I hit a nerve with my complaints about how embarrassed he should be to ask me that. Then he got angry and insulted me for thinking he was serious about it. No apology for being hurtful to me.

Obviously what I did next was take screenshots and cry about it to my closest friends. I was hurt that I was fooled into thinking he liked me and that he thought I needed to pay for a man. My friends started the fuse on what happened next.

One of my friends started snooping more on his online presence, together we found about 6 different Instagram accounts that were him using different variations of his name and different photos of himself all uploaded in batches. On Facebook, a similar pattern. All very scammy and suspicious looking. He’d been foolish enough on one of his profiles though to follow and tag the employer that he was working for illegally on his tourist visa in my country. So I contacted another close friend in a local law enforcement agency that works with immigration. She looked up his file, he had a wife and daughter at home!

I released the hounds after that. The friend who helped me investigate online made several group chats on multiple platforms with all of his family (immediate and extended) and friends. She released all the screenshots as well as a rant about how shameful it was. As they started blocking her, she added more people. I found his sisters phone number, she sent her messages on there too. Everyone he knows including his wife know he’s unfaithful and trying to take advantage of women.

30 mins after the online bombardment started I got a rude message from him about how I should be smart enough to know he was joking and he doesn’t need to sell himself. I didn’t reply.

Next step? Online immigration reporting form with all the info we found; work info, employer name and address, his home address, full name, dob, photos, screenshots admitting to working. Usually these reports take months to be reviewed if at all but I gave the file number to my law enforcement friend. Two days later, law enforcement officers visited him at home. They found him with a phone number that was issued to a local resident. All his roommates also had numbers issued to the same person, a direct link to the employer. He received a caution for trying to scam me, a no contact order and a flag on his immigration file that based on his country of origin will likely mean he can never return as well as a strict warning to not work without authorisation. His roommates also received warnings. His employer received a visit next. They found significant proof that they’d been employing him illegally as well as multiple other people. Their investigation is still ongoing but so far they are likely to receive tens of thousands in fines or possible jail time. The guy isn’t getting deported because the government would have to pay for it and proceedings take longer than his remaining visa time but he’s now upgraded from a flagged file to a multi year ban on reentry to my country. If he bothers me again though he will be deported as well.

Hope he enjoys going back to his angry wife and the ridicule from everyone he knows. See ya again never!

EDIT: this was approved first on /prorevenge. https://www.reddit.com/r/ProRevenge/comments/15vijli/i_blew_up_a_romance_scammers_life/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1

91 Comments
2023/08/19
14:39 UTC

5,389

Ex Cheated with her cousin and expected to save face; I think not

For context, it was her cousin-in-law.

Let's start this story by saying this happened 12 years ago. I'm now happily married with three children and regret absolutely nothing.

I was with my new ex for 3 years. I had noticed that she was being extremely controlling. I was expected to give every little detail of my day and tell her my schedule in advance, and if I deviated from that, she would be very upset. She chalked it up to just bad feelings she was having and shrugged it off as her paranoia for past relationships of infidelity. I had never once cheated or strayed, and I never gave her a reason to act like this. It felt unbecoming of my fiance to act in such a way.

Now this is where it gets juicy. After she had asked for my schedule to make plans, as mine tends to be more hectic than hers, I noticed she was texting someone. In my line of work, if I put in more than 40 hours, I have the ability to take time off at will as long as the work is completed at a later date. I was very good friends with a brother and still am. We laugh about this to this day, and he actively reminds her of it. I messaged him stating I wanted to do something special for her a little bit earlier than our anniversary to make sure it was a special surprise. They both worked in the same fabrication facility. He was a fabricator and she a shipping manager. He was kind enough to let me know her schedule. That's where the discrepancy falls into place. Without my knowledge, she was foregoing overtime; she worked 12-hour shifts Monday through Friday, with the exception of Wednesday, when she would only work half a day. She had been taking Wednesdays off right around the time that she started getting extremely controlling. Lucky for me, I had stacked several days of leisure time up, so taking a Wednesday off for me was not an issue. A few days go by, and Wednesday's here. I put on my work gear and "leave" for work. I was expecting her to leave as our apartment complex had two exits on the same road I could see directly across from a shopping center, so I parked my car near the back and waited.

After about an hour, I notice a very specific red Mustang with a specific decal on the back window. It was her cousin by marriage. I had also done my due diligence to take an old laptop, which we kept on our desk in an office area with a full view of the living room, bedroom door and bathroom plus the kitchen. I had set it up for remote access and had it alert me when the webcam noticed movement. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I thought he may be dropping something off or coming over to assist her with something, as her family sometimes does. Sure enough, a message came through so I remote into my laptop. He walks through the door without skipping a beat, she unbuttons his shirt and begins kissing him. I created a URL link for the live stream. And as she was preoccupied, we had a family group text and a friend group text. They were both part of it, but at the current time, they were currently indisposed and didn't look at their phones. They didn't even wait; they could have gone to the bedroom, but no, they decided to get freaky deeky right there on the couch. I sent the link off to the friend group chat and the family group chat. Within minutes, I'm getting calls non-stop from friends and family alike. There was no turning back. She was getting blown up, but she was ignoring her phone. Not until the 4th or 5th call came through did they decide to take a break.

For context, the state I live in allows recording of personal property regardless of occupancy. I was the only one on the lease; she wasn't allowed to be on the lease because of poor credit.

The call she had picked up was from her cousins mother who she was banging. She answers the phone on speaker, and I kid you not, the first words out of his mother's mouth were stop fucking my son. They both became rigid, and she began to stutter over her words, saying, What are you talking about? etc. The mother then divulged that there was a live feed of them sent out by me to her family. She grabbed every pillow off the couch and covered herself up. The cousin staggered off, trying to put on his pants and shoes, just to trip himself up and bang his head off of my coffee table. Leaving it with a divot. By this time, I had made my way to the front of the apartment complex. I was there to greet the adulterer as he came out of the front exit. He froze and began to cry, apologizing profusely. I'm not going to lie; what happened afterwards wasn't my best moment, and I nearly got into legal trouble if it weren't for the fact that he was trespassing on private property. Let's just say I had a cast for 6 weeks, and he wasn't in any family photos for months.

I went up to the apartment, where she was now fully clothed and crying inconsolably. I asked her if it was snot or cum on her face. Then I told her not to answer because it didn't matter anyway. I gave her 1 hour to remove all her belongings, as again, everything in the apartment was mine except for clothes, some makeup, and a few kitchen utensils.

Her mother would not let her move in, as she was just filled with embarrassment. Same for her brothers, and the cousin's mother kicked her son out. Rumor spread around our town very quickly, and for a lack of better words, she was untouchable.

Edited: Supplying proof for the nay sayers. Eat your heart out.

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318 Comments
2023/08/16
16:17 UTC

2,857

Can't keep it in your pants? Have fun trying to live a normal life.

A friend of mine told me my story belonged there so here we go.

TW: SA, rape, grooming.

In my country, high school starts at the age of 15 and lasts 3 years. I was a year early so I was 14.

During the first weeks of school, a guy in my class (for the sake of this story I'll call him Connor) approached me and we started getting along to the point we quickly started dating. Little did I know Connor would become my worst nightmare for the next 3 years.

He was 17 when we met and just like a lot of guys this age he was obsessed with "doing it". He pressured me into having my first time with him and he broke up with me right after I eventually gave in. After that, none of our next intercourses were consented, he was very manipulative and gaslit me into believing I wanted everything that was happening to me. It took me a while to understand what he was actually doing, in fact I only got it after hooking up with another person at the age of 17. Before it finally hit me, he had his way with me more than 50 times.

During our 2nd year of high school, he made the mistake of forcing himself violently on my best friend. She ended up getting an abortion because of him, and I started plotting my revenge. Originally it was supposed to avenge her, but it ended up working for me as well.

I noticed that not only he would only approach the 1st years even if he was 20 when I graduated, but he would also target the youngest girls among them too. He was repeating me how much more attractive I was at 14 than 17. So, knowing that it was pointless to tell the police because in my country only 0.4% of all complaints of rape where victims are less than 15 end up in a sentence, I ruined his reputation. I told every single one of his acquaintances that he was a rapist, and to protect my best friend I told everyone I was the one he had violated (which wasn't really a lie). The rumour spread like wildfire and after a few days even the teachers were looking at him with disgust. He was isolated, and the only reason why he wasn't bullied was because he is 6'3"/190cms tall.

I could've stopped there, but I didn't. When we were 3rd years, I knew exactly which universities he applied for. By snooping in Connor's bag I found his application numbers, so using those I contacted every single university he applied for and explained the situation, providing screenshots of his conversation with my best friend where he was threatening her with a defamation case if she attempted to press charges against him (she had sent them to me to rant about him and I had kept them all this time). All of them thanked me and he ended up not being able to get in any university. He had to repeat his 3rd year because of that, in an establishment where everyone knew what he had done and all the 1st years would know that they had to avoid him at all costs.

The next year, since I wasn't there to foil his applications, Connor was accepted in a university that I hadn't contacted the previous year. Unfortunately for him, I ended up learning which university he was going in and repeated the same process. There were former students of our high school in the university he was going to, who spoke up to the uni's mental health centre about the inappropriate behaviour he had with them and told them what kind of rumours there were against him. Since I had provided proof that the rumours were true, Connor was permanently expelled for the safety of the female students attending the university.

So now he doesn't have a degree and nowhere else to go study, with no social life. His situation couldn't get worse, could it? Well yes. I made it worse.

Connor tried to move to another region where no one would know him, and pass a diploma to work with kids. However, Connor is a phone addict, and couldn't help but share on his social medias that he had passed his diploma and started working as an educator for troubled kids and preteens. Little did he know, I had created an account pretending to be one of his only remaining high school acquaintances who I knew was chronically offline. With a bit of searching I ended up finding his workplace, and started the same process all over again. I also added a message he had left on my voicemail where he was panting while telling me how hot I was at the age of 14 and how he would have loved to go back in time just to fuck me again. Needless to say they got rid of him really quick fearing for the safety of the kids. I was planning on keeping reporting him to all the places he was planning to work to, but his previous workplace took care of that for me. I don't know how, but according to Connor's social media they managed to get him blacklisted on a national level, technically invalidating his diploma. Due to this he couldn't pay his rent anymore and ended up being homeless for a while before his mother accepted to take him back in. I'm friends with his older sister who knows everything about it, and told the rest of the family what happened. From what she's told me, everyone cut off ties with both Connor and his mother, including her.

I'm still occasionally stalking his social media to see if he's trying to get back on his feet. The last time I checked was today, right before writing all of this. So raping two people ended up isolating him both socially and from his family, as long as I'm alive he has no chance of ever getting a girlfriend, he lives in the region where he spent his high school years so no one would hire him even as a cleaner, and he even spent some nights in the street. Honestly at this point it's impressive that no one tried to harm him physically, make him go through what he made me and my best friend go through, or even end his life. Go to hell, Connor. And trust me when I tell you that you'll have to wait for me to die before even thinking about starting to have a normal life.

142 Comments
2023/08/10
19:12 UTC

3,967

Try getting me fired.. Enjoy homelessness.

I was an adjunct professor at a college. One of the students didn't like me and tried to get me fired by making false accusations that I had pinched her and caressed her hair.

I did not take this lightly - I could have been fired or faced criminal charges.

This student was on a scholarship that required her to maintain a minimum attendance - our college also requires a minimum attendance to pass a unit. An eye for an eye right - I 'accidentally' forgot to mark her name down when taking attendance - even if she was there.

A few weeks later she was gone - I was confronted by her friend that she lost her scholarship and was now living out of her car because of my 'carelessness' in taking attendance. Little did they know.

Edit: My entire livelihood could have been ruined. How was I meant to know she wouldn't lie again?

127 Comments
2023/08/08
11:05 UTC

3,861

Abuse me as a child? Teenage me might ruin your life.

I’ve wanted to tell this story for so long and I figured this was the perfect place. Apologise if the spelling & grammar aren’t amazing. I’ve written this out in one sitting and don’t have the energy to edit.

When I was about 10 years old my dad got a new girlfriend: Lauren. Lauren was an evil monster. When I first met her she was lovely and friendly, I quickly liked her. But over the years everything went down hill fast.

It started small; Lauren would steal my things then deny it, of course everyone believed her, she’d tell me that my dad loved her more than me and that if she wanted to she could click her fingers and he’d never see me again. She read my diary then told everyone what I’d written, she reported me to the RSCPA for abusing my animals (I wasn’t) After a couple of years she had my dad beating me (Yes I know he was an adult with choices and I hold him just as responsible) she would constantly tell my dad how bad I was and encourage him to hurt me, after a while he’d always snap and end up doing what she wanted. There are so many more things she did, but you get the picture.

My dad & Lauren separated when I was about 16 years old, but they had a house together still. It was around this time as a suicidal, miserable teenager that I decided I’d get even; I spent months on my plan, and this is what I did:

I wanted Lauren’s entire life to fall apart all at once so everything had to be perfectly timed. I started by getting her fired and a minor criminal record: Lauren worked at a police warehouse for seized items, but naughty Lauren was stealing from the warehouse so I made notes on what she stole and when, once I had a decent enough list I anonymously contacted her boss with my list. Lauren was immediately suspended, after a few weeks she was found to be guilty of stealing. She was immediately fired and charged with theft including theft of a class C substance.

Now Lauren was unemployed and pretty much unemployable. On to stage two: Lauren, with no income needed to sell the house as she was now unable to pay her mortgage. My dad also wanted to sell so he could move in with his new girlfriend. So I made the house unsellable (and pretty unpleasant to live in) My dad & Lauren were stupid and never locked their back door (I didn’t have keys) so I’d sneak in when I knew they were out and hide disgusting things: bugs everywhere, old prawns hidden under floorboards, I even stitched some old prawns into the bottom of the curtains. Dead mice everywhere, including under Lauren’s pillow. Live mice in the pantry. The house stank and no one could figure out why. Estate agents refused to list it or would only list it for far under the value and potential buyers would leave quickly after no one could explain the source of the vile smell.

Lauren was approaching bankruptcy, exactly what I wanted. Only one area of her life left to destroy. Lauren had been in a relationship for a year or so with this guy. I can’t even remember the poor guys name. We’ll call him John. Well Lauren was cheating on John and with his own father of all people. Poor John proposed to Lauren, he needed to know who she really was.

One day when Lauren had Johns dad over I got in the house via the unlocked back door I grabbed her mobile which she’d left in the kitchen (it took a few attempts and a lot of house watching to get lucky with the phone) I texted John from her phone pretending to be Lauren, I told him I was sick and asked him to come over, of course good old John rushed over, I unlocked the front door and text him letting him know to let himself in as I was in bed sick. I left and hid around the area. The drama was intense. Lauren & Johns dad half naked chasing after John in the street, screaming, crying. I think John might have even punched his dad before driving off.

Obviously the relationship was over and John’s dad even ditched her in an attempt to get his son’s forgiveness.

So Lauren was alone, broke, unemployable, facing charges and about to be bankrupt.

Sadly I don’t know how the story ends. I cut contact with my dad around that time and thus my connection to Lauren was gone. I do remember my dad mentioning her being suicidal right before we stopped speaking so in my eyes my goal was achieved. I didn’t need to see the fallout anyway, just knowing what I’d achieved was more than enough for me.

And that’s the story of how I got revenge. Writing it out I realise how unreal it sounds, but that’s the whole story.

222 Comments
2023/08/06
19:08 UTC

2,986

Grandma’s Revenge

Okay so disclaimer on mobile, writing in a rush, the story was relayed to me by grandparents so it may be embellished, yada yada let’s get to the story

I immediately have to write this down because it is the most amazing thing I have ever heard. I was visiting my grandma and grandpa to celebrate a bunch of summer birthdays together, but when I pulled up to their house, the plot to the right was completely empty. As in no stones, no base, no debris, just slightly overgrown grass. Grass; where there used to be a house.

When the hellos were said and the party started, I absolutely had to know what happened, so I went to ask my grandparents, and goodness gracious I was not expecting the rollercoaster of a story they told me.

A couple of years ago, my grandparents had some very unpleasant neighbors. Loud at all hours, trash in the yard, arguing with other people on the street, just absolute nuisances. It was a husband and wife, and their adult son who would come and go irregularly. The wife would get into arguments with anyone about anything, and the husband would physically intimidate the people who spoke up for themselves. They weren’t sure what exactly was the deal with the son, but it couldn’t have been anything good as it was well known he had been in the county jail more than a few times. The house apparently reflected the tenants, as it looked awful. It was sagging and dilapidated, loose beams and peeling paint, but nothing was ever done about it due to the guy who rented out the place being a slumlord (we’ll get to him later)

It all came to a breaking point one night when my grandparents returned home to find their back door smashed in and some of my grandpas guitars missing. Now grandpa loves his music, and has been singing and playing his whole life, so it’s safe to say those guitars are not only very memorable to him, but damn expensive too. They of course went to the police, and after some digging they found that the guitars had been sold at a pawn shop or someplace by the son. They couldn’t get the guitars back unfortunately, but I believe my grandparents were fairly compensated since the guitars were insured (TIL guitars have insurance). Given how expensive the guitars were, the theft was absolutely a felony and the son once again ended up in jail.

After that, the neighbors would harass my grandparents through the fence or on their porch, meaning it was difficult for them to even sit outside. They would call them foul names, throw trash over the fence, and the husband would still try to get physical. Now while my grandpa is a very chill and mellow guy, my grandma will take shit from noone, especially not jerks like these. So what did she do? She got the house condemned.

It was easy for her to do, really. She called the local authorities (general attorney? property manager? I dunno) and they came and did an inspection, though it was clear by the outside of the house that it hadn’t been properly maintained for a long time. One call led to more calls, and the property was deemed unfit to live in, which forced the rude neighbors to move out. I’m not sure what happened to them or where they went, but supposedly they were put up in a nearby hotel by the slumlord until the house could be fixed…(ooo foreshadowing)

Now enter the slumlord. Of course his tenants told him who had reported the house, so of course he’s upset with my grandparents. Rather than fix the house though, he gets aggressive the first day he’s there, yelling at my grandparents about how they’re idiots for reporting him and how they’ve cost him a bunch of money and he’s gonna sue them and on and on. It gets to the point where the across the street neighbors called the local police to come diffuse the situation, which they do.

A few weeks pass and my grandma hasn’t seen the slumlord or anyone around to fix the house. Not being one to let things go easily, grandma starts making frequent calls to a bunch of services, reporting the house and its lack of progress. Each time, the slumlord’s truck would appear for a day, and then leave without changing a thing (grandpa said he would block in their driveway but since they stay home most of the time, it wasn’t a major issue. Grandma disagreed). Finally, my grandma had complained enough that officials came out and condemned the house for demolition.

This had two major effects. First, the rude neighbors were now practically homeless, since as soon as they and the slumlord ran out of money to pay for the hotel, they’d be stranded. Second, the slumlord still had to pay a shitload of fines for the state of the house. The rest is more his fault than my grandma’s actions, but he would refuse to pay and refuse to show up in court, leading to a warrant being put out for his arrest.

A few months ago, the demolition teams came and tore down the place, leaving the lot perfectly baren. They even removed the driveway, so now it just looks like an extension of the side yard. My grandparents were not sure of the final state of the neighbors and slumlord, but my grandma looked very pleased with herself as she finished her story. I love her so much.

63 Comments
2023/08/04
07:54 UTC

3,186

I went no contact with my Narcissistic Mother over a Tea Kettle. She tried to ruin my life (again), so I ruined hers.

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.

197 Comments
2023/07/09
01:55 UTC

5,191

Mess with my kids? Lose your house

I've (M50) got two step sons, who I just call my sons as I've been in their life since they 8 and 10 and are now young men. My wife and I made it a point to have a great realationship with their dad (Jason) and made sure he had a chance to be around as much as possible, even staying at our place frequently to be around his boys as he lived over an hour away and couldn't afford to live closer.

Jason had a crazy ex-gf who had tried to claim they were married (variously saying common law or that they were married in secret, or married on an Indian reservation), but he had a restraining order out aginst her because she was nuts and had tried various ways to screw up his life.

The ex is a horrible person. She had been arrested several times for forgery and fraud. She and Jason had a fiery relationship, but he had it in his head that he should make it work as he did like her daughters and grandson. But the ex got him sent to prison for violating his probation when he left the county to go to his mom's funeral and hadn't filed an appropriate form (I'm a little unclear on this part, but she played a major role in it). After he got out several months later, she wanted him back and he wasn't having it. He made a clean break, moved to a new town, but she continued to harass him, thus leading to the restraining order. She would send texts to people pretending to be police investigating, saying he was drunk driving or taking drugs, or pretending to be friends/family to spread rumors and hurt him. She even sent texts to my kids from burner phones, pretending to be other family or friends, saying awful things about their dad.

Jason died unexpectedly of a heart attack and it was a shock to all of us. He was finally living in peace, had great relationships with friends and his sons, and was the happiest he had ever been. He didn't have much. He lived in a single wide trailer a friend had let him stayin for free, some boxes of tools, old comics, video games, D&D books and modules, mementos from his times in the Marines, and an old (2009) pickup, which, on several occasions, he had promised my oldest son (let's call him Paul).

Jason didn't have a will, and my wife became the executor of the estate because at the time of death, both the sons were minors and sole heirs. We packed up the things out of Jason's trailer and took the truck, which had Jason's name on the title but had to wait for the death certificate to retitle it in Paul's name. But the ex called Jason's sister demanding the truck saying it was hers and posting on FB she was reporting it as stolen, etc., which really pissed me off.

After we got the death certificate, we went to the DMV and found out that she had stolen the title to the truck by forgery saying she was the only heir and we couldn't transfer the title. My son was driving around with a packet documenting everything in case he was pulled over for driving a stolen vehicle. We had to get a lawyer and start a special process that took several months before a director at the DMV fixed it and we were able to title the truck with the ex continuing to threaten and cause problems and made everyone miserable and cost us several thousand in legal fees.

Early last year, we got through probate court, the ex never showed, in spite of saying that she was the wife and sole heir. The court declared the boys as the sole heirs and my wife as executor of the estate in their names. Instead of showing up, the ex sent an email to the court saying she couldn't make it because of work (she doesn't have a job) and that Jason was never around his kids (he didn't miss a single HS football game home or away and never missed a home track meet) and that they were just leeching off his SSI for the back child support. She went on with a bunch of other non-relevant shit just to trash my wife and sons and pretty much said it didn't matter what the judge said that she should get everything.

During this time we found out that Jason's name was on the deed of the ex's house. In order to get a reduction in property taxes because of Jason's disabled veteran status, she had filed papers to put him on the deed, but not the mortgage. If she had just left my kids alone, we would have let it go, but she had pushed principal beyond the point of denial, so we filed suit for half the house (property is worth about $380K). We went to court ordered mediation, and she rejected a mediated settlement of a fraction of the value, which we would have taken.

In April, her lawyer dropped her and so she got a continuance on the first hearing. She then claimed that she had "found" a will from Jason designating her as sole heir, in addition to another signed paper that she "found" as a quitclaim deed from Jason for the house (I did wonder if it was this or her not paying him which caused him to drop her). She was going to go back to probate court to "reopen" (appeal?) probate and needed time for that, which the judge granted.

On Tuesday, finally went to court on the deed to the house. She no-showed. The judge had inquiries to the probate court, and she never filed any papers. The trial lasted less than 10 minutes as the judge recorded the facts and awarded the estate half the property. They will empanel three lawyers to determine how the property will be sold and she's going to lose her house and for the first time in her miserable life, face the consequences of her actions.

FAFO.

170 Comments
2023/06/17
18:09 UTC

1,677

Subreddit Blackout Discussion

As most of us are aware now, many subreddits are participating in the June 12-14 blackout to protest the admins's actions against 3rd party apps.

We gave this decision some thought and discussion between our mod team first before jumping on the train. I'm not entirely sure how effective this blackout will be. But then again, I have a personal issue with the admins. Years ago they surprise banned me with no explanation which really hurt NR since a lot of enjoyable and informational posts were removed instantly.

So I have no problem with holding them accountable for their actions. And despite our mod team not having any need to use the 3rd party apps, we all agreed to participate in this protest as it's very unfair for the mods that do use them.

Those apps provide tools that can make moderating and the overall user experience much better. And ultimately, this appears to be a greedy, infringing, power move.

Even though this event may be popular, we would still appreciate that you continue to spread this message. Thanks!

  • The Mods
82 Comments
2023/06/06
18:02 UTC

2,917

Knock down a grade II listed building without permission? Have the council planners office deny all your applications for the next 99 years.

I lived in a large village as a child. The village contained 4 shops, a post office, 2 pubs, a church, a primary school and a really old grade II listed school. The Victorian school had been used as a library when I was a small child, but then was bought by a local business owner.

Anyone who lives in the U.K. knows there are very strict rules regarding what you can do with a grade II building. Number one rule is you can’t do anything with it without planning permission. But this businessman thought he was above the law and knocked the school down one day without consent.

The council gave him a huge fine at the time, but that was only the start.

I audited the planning office last year and came across the file one this plot of land. In the past 40 years, the owner has submitted 11 plans to build on the land and has been denied every time. There is a note outlining the first offence and legal documents reminding planners that no building will be permitted on the land for the next 99 years. The owner knows this but keeps trying. There are notes on many failed legal actions taken.

There is also a caveat that if the land is sold, all new applications will also be denied to the new owners.

I also saw a recent request for the owner to repair the fencing and clean up the site as it was an health and safety issue and he will be fined if he doesn’t comply.

So the owner is now left with a plot of land he can’t build on and he can’t sell it because nobody in our area wants land you can’t build on.

I also noticed that the same businessman was building houses in the same borough and the counsel came out and made him move the footings of all 12 houses because they were not quite in the position agreed by the counsel planners. It must have cost him thousands.

The moral of the story is people may not have long memories, but local government does.

104 Comments
2023/05/18
23:07 UTC

4,622

Guy tries to sell house from under my family, gets his just deserts.

On mobile and this is a story from when I was a kid so apologies for formatting/ not having complete details.

My family was looking for a large house and found the perfect one back in the early 2000s. When my dad talked with the owners they had agreed to getting some plumbing fixed on the house before we moved in if we moved all of their stuff into the 2 car garage so it'd be easier for them to move. Their was also several things to be repaired, a pool to clean and a ton of landscaping to be done. My dad did the repairs and used his army of offspring to do all the landscaping, pool work etc. The house was looking amazing compared to before and we were a week from moving in.

Now, I to this day do not know why my dad did this.... but he had paid a CASH DEPOSIT. There was no paper trail and the owners decided to take advantage of this. When it got to be a few days before we moved in the owners told my dad they weren't moving their stuff out of the garage or doing the plumbing fixes that were needed to use any of the bathtubs or showers in the house. He could deal with no garage and pay for the plumbing fixes or he could fuck off. No refund of deposit if he didn't like it. They even said they were thinking of moving someone else in bc the house value was more with all the fixes we had already done.

My father asked to turn in the keys we had been given the next morning bc this was all told to him at 8pm on a weekday. With no paperwork yet signed, there was nothing attaching my dad to the house and no cameras or security system. He had just been fucked over a few thousand dollars by the owner and it was maybe 2 weeks to Christmas. His gift that year was going to be giving each if us kids our own rooms for the first time.

Cue revenge. He brought all of us kids over to the house for a little party. Each kid was given their own special bit of destruction. Someone was shoveling sand into the pool, my brother with anger issues was told to punch out ever hole we had patched up in the walls, the smaller kids were told to rock the banister on the stairs until it broke, I was told to rip out the landscaping we had done out and make a path of it all over the stairs. Every single thing we had fixed or improved taken back by very creative and energetic children. While all this happened my dad and step mom went through everything in the garage from the owners and took anything they could gift to family, pawn ,or sale. There were high value collectibles, jewelry, and a computer that my dad gave to us for Xmas.

The next day my dad told the owners he had put the keys in the garage with its door open that night for them. He then unplugged the phone and we never heard from those people again. Was it legal? No, not on either end. Did we have a good Xmas? Yes. Was it fun destroying the place? Yes, I actually did a very tastefully done carpet of hedge branches, torn our flowers and some or of sand and pool gravel.... on the actual carpet of the house.

I did post this elsewhere before but it got taken down for violating a rule. I am the op for that post as well as this post.

143 Comments
2023/05/11
00:25 UTC

5,529

My ex fiance refused to respect my boundaries, so I married his best friend

Tl;Dr: ex fiance "forgot" he cheated on me and free loads, so I marry his best friend.

Back in 2019, I had just moved my long term partner into my house due to a series of poor life choices on his end. It had been a rocky relationship for most of its duration, but I was young and dumb. I believed this was him wanting to commit and truly start our lives.

By early 2020, we were engaged. I was a full time university student, sole caretaker for my mentally disabled mother, and taking care of the house and our pets. He worked a standard 40 hour a week, minimum wage job and refused to help with any aspect of life. I found out on Christmas day 2020 he had been unfaithful and had "forgotten to tell me". He was planning on leaving me but had informed everyone except for me because he was failing to secure a new residence (apparently his fuck buddy didn't like him enough to let him move in).

At this point it was very little love lost and I expected he would be moving out within the coming weeks. Fast forward three entire months and his "search" for a living place was nonexistent and he was acting more and more entitled. Clearly by this point, he is an unwelcomed free loader who has taken up residence in my living room.

I was about to secure an eviction notice to get him off my couch. He began swiping tinder with his phone volume loudly on. I told him to not do that in my presence as it was highly insensitive to do in my home and he could do it in private. This continued, so I told him I would sleep with one of his friends. It was said in a moment of anger and was more of an empty threat at the time.

However, I am known for seeing goals to their completion. I messaged the guy who was supposedly my ex's best friend and the best man for the wedding. It turns out he didn't even consider my ex a close friend and my ex had acted similarly terrible to this guy previously as well. We bonded over our terrible experience, hit it off really well in general, and started dating. I was up front about what the catalyst for me to reach out to him was. After 2 years of dating we were married April 2nd. He watched me graduate with that bachelor's degree my ex disliked, I'm half way through my masters, and my husband works in a specialized steady field that supports us. Last I heard my ex got kicked out of his dad's house, never was able to officially date his side chick, and has not made any choices to better his life.

111 Comments
2023/04/18
22:51 UTC

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