r/revengestories

Lemme tell you about Keith.

I had posted some old video games for sale, n64 titles and some side stuff related to it on Facebook marketplace. Keith messaged me and told me my prices were too high, but he did not make an offer. I asked him to make me an offer, and he again told me the price was too high, but he did not make a counter offer.

We go back and forth for a while until he is full on insulting me, and admittedly I’m egging him on. He never sent a counter offer. Then he calls my wife a fat pig.

So I look back in the messages. At one point in his insults towards me, he had started bragging about his business(roofing) and his money. He stated that he had 50k in cash at his house in a safe So I googled his address and sent it to him. He laugh reacted it, claimed it was his parents home. So I did another google search, found another address the matched it to pics on his Facebook, sent the address to him. Big change

Now he’s telling me he’s gonna call the cops and tell them I said I’d rob him, he’s still calling me names but he’s clearly more panicked, he’s freaking out. I keep sending him messages back making fun of him for being stupid and telling him he should’ve just made a counter offer.

Then I get a phone call. It’s a “cop”. Now I have no reason to doubt, necessarily, that it was a cop. It’s just funny to me they’d even call. The person on the line claimed to be a county deputy, said what I was doing could be considered stalking(lmao) etc etc. I told her it wasn’t, I just googled something. She can go tell Keith to not insult strangers online and that I had won.

Haven’t heard anything back. About once a month I call his company and book a consultation to some random property. Last I knew he does them himself to hopefully I’m wasting his time lmao

So this happened years ago but it still lives rent free in my head.

I’m in Australia, sitting in the Woolworths car park in what can only be described as a crime against vehicles. A 90’s two door Mitsubishi Lancer in this disgusting faded green colour. The kind of car that looks like it’s lost every argument it’s ever been in.

I’m already having a terrible day, just sitting there, questioning life.

Then in rolls this pristine, shiny white 2018 Toyota hatchback. You know the type. Looks like it’s never seen a pothole, a scratch, or financial responsibility.

Out steps this girl, probably around my age at the time, and before I can even process what’s happening, she just FLINGS her door open like she’s trying to escape a burning building.

BANG.

Straight into my door.

Not a little tap. A full commitment hit. Leaves a proper dent too.

I look over, waiting for the universal “oops sorry” face.

Nope.

She looks me dead in the eyes, smirks, and shrugs. Like she just knocked over a shopping trolley, not someone’s car.

And something in my brain just… clicks.

So I slowly turn, still making eye contact, reach over, and open my passenger door.

Now here’s where it gets stupid.

Without getting out of my seat, I wind up and kick my passenger door as hard as I possibly can.

Full force.

My door SLAMS into hers like it’s been training for this moment its entire life.

The noise was insane. Like a gunshot echoing through the car park.

She had just started walking away and literally froze mid step. Didn’t even turn around properly at first. Just stopped like her soul left her body.

I casually pull my door back in, sit there like nothing happened, still looking at her as I light a cigarette.

That smirk? Gone. Absolutely deleted.

I’m not saying it was mature. I’m not saying it was smart.

But I am saying… message received.

To this day, I hope she thinks twice every time she opens a car door.

I don’t think revenge gets more petty than that.

My brother and I knew a kid named Adam. He lived across the street from us on the same block,a few houses down. Adam was not a stand up guy at all. He always found ways to harm or enrage my brother and I. Walking in a alley,Adam did something to me. Pushed or something. I cant recall. Its been years. I told him "That's why your mama left you". Adam reacted by saying to my brother "Oh my God. Can I hit him?". Adam grabbed and shoe. He threw it at me and missed and said "Give that to your mama,bitch". Adam's mother disappeared. I remember seeing her. Then she vanished. Judging by Adam's reaction to what I said,I had him good. Fast forward and not leaving you all in suspense. Adam got into a car accident and later was declared brain dead. His funeral rolled around. My brother and I didn't attend despite the funeral home being down the block from us. I heard Adam's mother wasn't there. How bad do you have to foul up for your own mother not to attend your own funeral?

Grammar school. End of the day. I was sitting on a bench outside of school. I was a student at the same school as my brother. My brother and his idiot classmate both grabbed my arms. My brother grabbed my left arm. Idiot classmate grabbed right arm. The idiot classmate bit my shoulder for no reason. With force, I shook the idiot classmate off of me. He hit the ground. I heard him say "Ow!". As my brother, mom and I were leaving, I saw the idiot classmate. He had tears in his eyes and was crying. I told my Mom what happened. I caught Hell. My Dad came home. I caught Hell from him,too. He later found out I was bit. I guess he forgave me or gave me a pass. But still. I got attacked and reacted accordingly. Can anyone blame me?

I had a horrible roommate, also she was my first roommate I ever had. We both had a cat each and she never did the litter box, I was the only one doing it, we didn’t have a dishwasher so all the dishes had to be done by hand and she never did them even though she would use all of my dishes in the process, she would even eat all my food after she got fired from the serving job she had with me saying how hard it was on her as a “free lance actor.” She had a great relationship with her parents who lived in town and even gave her money and bought her new clothes and furniture when she wanted or needed something. She was 28 and I was 18 without any support from my parents and I was in college full time. She never cleaned and even used all of my fancy hair product I got for myself. Luckily I had two, but I was so fed up that I filled the one she emptied while I was on vacation with NAIR. her hair started falling out, she went off the rails, and soon after she moved out. I never told her. I never used the bottle I filled even though it was my bottle. That’s what you get for using other people’s shit.

This was over 10 years ago now and I think it’s so funny. She was the kind of roommate that didn’t respect personal space either. She wore my clothes without asking, would even come into my bed and lay with me while I was sleeping and wake me up bc she wanted to tell me some drama she had.

I am currently 25, this story happened years ago. Basically became friends with this guy back when we were in high school. He was a senior and I was a freshman. We got really close over time, especially when I was around 15 and he was 18. We talked a lot, and I genuinely saw him as a good friend.

But over time, things started to change. He constantly brought up our age difference in almost every conversation, even when it had nothing to do with anything. He’d say things like “I’m an adult, you’re a kid,” and it got to the point where I felt belittled and honestly scared to talk to him because I expected another lecture. It felt like I had to walk on eggshells just to have a normal conversation.

Eventually, I snapped and told him to stop bringing up our ages because it was condescending and making me not want to talk to him. Instead of understanding, he doubled down, said I was disrespectful, blamed my temper and mental health, and basically turned the whole situation around on me. He even said things like I say “psychotic” stuff and that I’d keep losing people if I didn’t change.

To make it worse, my other friend sided with him and told me to get over myself, which made me feel completely alone. I didn’t respond for months because I was so overwhelmed.

On his 21st birthday, I tried to smooth things over. I apologized and wished him happy birthday, but he still didn’t take accountability. He said he never meant to diminish me, but then went right back to saying he’ll always be ahead of me and that we’re not equals.

That honestly hurt more than anything. I kept my cool and eventually just told him to leave me alone. He tried to flip it again like I was the problem for “acting like that,” and that’s when I was completely done.

At this point, I feel like the friendship is beyond repair. It took a huge toll on my mental health and self-esteem, and even though part of me misses what we had, I can’t ignore how he made me feel.

I’ve had enough. I couldn’t take the constant belittlement anymore, and him using his adult status to make him seem better than me or above me

I took it out in a very extreme and damaging way

Basically, I made a fake NSFW account with a fake age fake name, fake everything. I messaged his afterdark. I got nudes from him, I sexted him, I twisted the story, including messages from our past when he was just getting out of high school talking about the guys he thinks are hot. Since we met at 18 and 14, It was the perfect opportunity to frame him as a Chomo/groomer.

My mother was pissed when she found out when I did when she heard about the case and what I did to cause it, but she had to play along with what I said about her being the innocent mother that got manipulated by this man and took advantage of her/my trust in order for her to not get arrested/lose custody of me.

That’s exactly what she did and that’s how we won the case and got a $10,000 check for therapy and him 10 years behind bars and 20 years on the sex offender registry

He lost his job, his college scholarship, most of his friends, his family became distant and even if he gets the charges appealed and overruled, no one will ever hire him again because that would be a PR nightmare.

One of my other friends asked me why I couldn’t just cut him off rather than going through this whole process that you know is just going to end up risky and messy.

Well, if I just cut him off doing nothing else, he would’ve had all the time in the world to grieve for at most two weeks and that’s being generous then resolve everything before he graduated college. His life would’ve been back together again. There’s no satisfaction in that. You see these people kill others in movies for revenge but it’s like… “You’re really just gonna let them off THAT easy?!” I didn’t break a single law and this was 10 times the pay off. Now he’s gonna be mentally fucked for the rest of his life over this and I just feel good about it :)

Now he’s gonna end up a lonely cat man because any guy he has sex with or tries to date is just gonna remind him of me

Remind him of what any guy is capable of if you push him far enough

This is just a bit of Pettyness from last summer. My family owns a few acres that is in-between a state park, a river and a road. The road runs north/south however at one area the road curves 90 deg, to go east/west so there is a small .25 acre triangle that we own, but isn't part of our fenced, manicured area. And since it used to be a logging area, has a bunch of old stumps, and is mostly treeless. Last summer, I decided to camp there with my boys in our van, and start the process of clearing some stumps and generally making it better. I was completely surprised when I arrived and the whole thing had been fenced off with a brand new gate. I called my brother in law, he didn't know anything about it, as the triangle area, is significantly past where we normally drive into the property, and so I pulled out my grinder (yes I camp with a grinder, when im planning on clearing land), and just cut the chain. The gate was a nice rolling gate, and the fencing was well done.

I assumed hanging out on the land all weekend would garner someones attention, but I was dissapointed. We only managed to burn one large stump, but enjoyed our time. When I came back the next weekend, the lock was back on the fence and there was a big NO TRESSPASSERS, NO FIRES, NO CAMPING Sign. That's cool. It even had a phone number to report Trespassers.

I called the number and got voicemail to a name I got the name Sam Hudson from the voicemail, but I didn't bother leaving a message, so I just cut the lock and continued on my slow but deliberate land clearing. My boys rode the dirt bikes, we made some new tracks and jumps, and were kinda roudy. I was hoping for an altercation, but alas nothing happened. I did get an idea though looking at the sign, and decided since the phone number was a local one, and pretty similar to my own phone number, I would have a bit of fun. I took a couple measurements and pictures and when I got to the property the next weekend, I wasn't suprised to see a Trail Camera and a new lock. Oh well, I used my grinder and cut the lock and then lifted my shirt and rubbed my nipples at the trail camera. Might as well give them a show.

Then I took a heat gun and removed the second half of the phone number and replaced it with my own cell phone's number. I mean the sign was decently built, like the fencing. Whoever was doing this, was doing a really good job.

Much to my luck, within an hour some huffy Karen shows up walking her dog along the State park path and crossed the road to look at my van. I could see her from the river where we were hanging out, as she start taking pictures of my van, with her phone.

I figured I would go over and talk to her. As I was walking over to her, I waved friendly and asked if she had a problem. She got all angry and told me she was going to call the cops because I was trespassing, and I assured her that was fine with me if she called the cops, but I mentioned that the land was in fact mine, and had been for decades, so if anyone was going to get in trouble for trespassing it would be her. It was clear she wasn't the person who had put up the gate or fence, because she didn't say anything about the third cut lock, but she got all huffy and said the property didn't belong to me, and she was going to call the owner to report me.

Indeed a few moments later she stomped over to the sign and dialed the number. The look on her face when my phone rang and I answered it. She was so pissed off, I really thought she was going to have a heart attack. I politely answered and greeted her through the phone, though since I was less than 10 feet away she knew it was me.... Ha ha ha ha...

She was so confused how this could have happened (changing the phone number on a sign isn't that hard) that she stormed away without confronting me further.

30 minutes later though a man in an escalade drove up, with her sitting smugly beside him in the passenger seat. He looked at the sign's phone number with a bit of bemusement, and then got out of the car. He introduced himself as Sam Hudson(obviously changed his name, because he is actually a super decent person it turns out). And asked who I was. I told him my name, and he Immediately he recognized my last name which happens to be on a huge sign up the road.

I pulled up the county maps on my phone (cause I had already done some research trying to figure out who he was after I called his number and got his name off voicemail), and showed him, that my little triangle, while adjacent to his land, and cut off by the curving road, was in fact mine, and not part of his parcel.

The look on Karens face as she faded from triumphant smugness to disbelief was priceless!! Sam for his part, was confused and said he would just have to research it, but was completely polite. He pointed to the sign, and asked if that was my number, which I assured him it was, he took it down in his phone and just said, he would be in touch. He didn't try locking the gate again, or ask me to leave until he confirmed things, just wished me a good day and left.

I got a call from him a couple hours later, asking if he could take me and my boys out to eat. I said that would be fine, so long as Karen didn't come. He said she is is sister in law, and he was happy to leave her behind, we made arrangements to meet at a little cafe in the state park, and we arrived a while later.

Sam explained that he had just purchased the parcel about 6 months earlier, and his realtor had assured him that triangle was his. He like me, had planned on turning the triagle into a family camping spot, mostly because he couldn't stand it when his sister in law came to visit. He was planning on building a large house, and wanted somewhere else to put her. Ha ha ha ha ha.. Also my triangle was the only access to about half of his parcel, without cutting a HUGE road through the county road allowance.

He asked if there was any way he could buy a strip of my land, or pay for an easement. I said I would think about it, as I had been planning on making a dirt biking/camping spot for my boys where they could be a bit more wild, light fires, etc... And he said none of that bugged him, but it would save him 100,000 or more to use my land vs building a road through the county road allowance.

I could tell that I really liked this guy already, so I said I would think about it. A week later I had a rough agreement. He would pay for a paved road along one side of my land and pay for the county bridge over the river(I only lost about 20 feet of land in a big strip, and gained access to about 30 feet of river front (large year round stream) that we never could have driven to, because I wasn't going to pay for the bridge. We would swim/picnic there, but it was the only non logged area of the land, and quite pretty.

And I added the exclusion that his sister in law specifically wasn't allowed walking along the road. She had to drive in and out, but she wasn't allowed stopping on the easement, or walking her dog off there property to the statepark along the driveway. I know im petty, and my lawyer assured me that it wouldn't hold up in court at all, but I put it in anyhow.

So I gained a nice fence, gate and bridge, which would have cost me 20-30 grand easily, and access to the best part of my land for camping, and an awesome neighbour, and I got to be petty at the same time. Win win win. I never bothered learned Karens name, but I have only seen her once since, and she refused to respond when I called out to her, and waved.

Yes, I know... I should never have disrespected my own boundaries and crawled back. I admit that. (BOOOOOOO SHAME ON MEEEE)

No surprises he's out cheating on me again. I've just gone out to the backyard whilst he's on a date and scooped as much dog shit as I could find and stuffed it inside his pillow.... yes, that's petty, but he's made me feel stupid for believing he would ever change, and I now hate myself for falling for his bull shit again.

I will update when he finally figures out he's been sleeping on dogshit.

And yes, I'm moving back out and leaving the cunt once I have bond sorted

(keeping it gender neutral for unbiased opinion)

The story starts with my friends setting me up with this person. We started talking for hours on call and found a lot of similarities. I was dating someone else at That time not serious just on again off again kind of thing. So once we were in the same city we went out had a fun time this was not a date just 2 friends hanging out. Then we come back to my place as it was nearby just for a smoke up sesh and then dropping them back. After everything this person, when we are about to leave, asks if i was ever planning to kiss. I didn't think much just said right and we made out for another 10 20 mins and then dropped them back. This all fun and makeout kept going one whenever we were in the same city. And the calls lasted for hours. Whenever we talked about marriage this person always said that they wanted someone like me who has the same interests as them. Nothing was explicitly said as we hadn't had the serious talk. And somewhere their family believed in arranged marriages and for us to get married meant going against them (Kind of the same case as me and since i was ready to go against my family i kind of assumed they would also be, here i was wrong). This kept going for almost a year.

Note: we hadn't had sex yet, this person said that sex was after commitment or love. Which i accepted that is ur belief system. We did everything but sex making out, oral etc.

Now recently i confessed that i love them and now this person was dumbfounded on what to say so i said take your time and respond whenever you want. After 2 day this person comes back and says no they can't commit, if this would have been 2 years ago something could have happened but not now.

I was heartbroken but i found a way to be ok with it but still this person wanted to continue what was going on which i of course said no to. Now when i was talking to the friends who set us up in the first place and found out that we didn't have sex because this person was never attracted to me in the first place. (My friend who is also a psychologist with over 5 years of experience) This friend also told me that, there was a crush and if this person would have said yes to them everything including sex would have happened on day one as my friend had seen this person going crazy over this crush. This made me furious because this person just used me. If you weren't attracted to me then why did you continue this facade for a year.

Any redditor who made it to the end please help me on what can i do. If you don't want to comment my dms are open.

I am considering everything from serious guilt trip to faking my own death

Hello everyone,

I don’t consider myself an expert in historical reenactment, nor someone particularly relevant within this scene. In fact, I’ve always preferred to keep a low profile. I simply enjoy reenacting, just as I enjoy painting miniatures, listening to music, or reading. Nothing more. And I’m happy with that.

I also believe I’m fortunate—or at least I see it this way—to maintain a balanced enough perspective not to fall into the trap of feeling special for engaging in a niche hobby that, generally speaking, most people couldn’t care less about.

That said, there is something inevitable in any environment where human beings interact: conflict. It always exists. And, when handled properly, it can even be enriching. There are also irreconcilable situations where the only option is to accept reality and, at best, aim for peaceful coexistence.

The real problem arises when you encounter people who live exclusively for this hobby and treat it as their own personal space, almost like private territory. If you add to that the belief that in order to progress you must step on others, lie, or act disloyally, the result is a deeply toxic environment.

Let me go step by step, because this is a long story.

What would you think of someone who stays in a group and whose only contribution is to point out that everything is wrong? I’m not talking about constructive criticism, but about a constant attitude of belittling others, as if that were the only way to validate themselves. It’s quite sad to encounter people who seem to need to make others uncomfortable in order to feel better about themselves.

What’s truly concerning is not just that attitude, but the fact that, after creating conflicts and being expelled from a group, they are given a second chance and end up behaving in exactly the same way. In my case, I believed people could change with time and support. For a while, it even seemed to work: I managed to mediate so he could reconcile with others and return to events from which he had been excluded.

However, as I got to know him better, I realized that this apparent improvement was superficial. His conversations revolved entirely around historical reenactment, but not from a rigorous or cultural perspective—rather, almost obsessively focused on uniforms, weapons, and establishing implicit hierarchies among reenactors. Terms like “farb,” “mule syndrome,” or “cheerleader syndrome” frequently appeared in his discourse, always with the aim of discrediting others and placing himself above them.

He even went so far as to describe public events as a “circus,” despite the fact that many of them have a clear educational purpose. In fact, he spread accusations that one of the groups I belong to was indoctrinating minors simply because we give talks in schools about the Cold War. A claim that is not only false but also absurd, especially considering that some of these activities take place in adult education centers.

To summarize: he creates conflict, leaves the group, is readmitted, tries to sabotage it, and makes unfounded accusations. On top of that, there is another defining trait: a complete lack of loyalty. On one occasion, he even blamed a supposed friend to avoid responsibility. Over time, I’ve been able to reconnect with several people who confirmed these behaviors and ultimately distanced themselves from him.

Eventually, this person left the group, though not my wider environment. As many of you know, one of my main passions is Spanish Civil War reenactment. I’ve been involved in it for years, and I decided to form my own group, in which he was also included.

After setting clear boundaries—namely that he should not overstep limits or create further conflict—I allowed him to stay. That was a mistake. Gradually, I began to notice changes in the attitudes of other group members, while he seemed increasingly emboldened. After discussing it with the majority, we decided to remove him.

For a time, the group worked well. We participated in events and even appeared together on a television program. I was genuinely excited. However, things eventually deteriorated again: I found myself undermined during an event, and later discovered that he had been spreading negativity among members, which ultimately led to my departure from the group.

Over time, I resumed activity with another group, focused on Italian CTV reenactment. An opportunity arose to participate in a very special event for me, as it was being held in a place where I had my first contact with historical reenactment years ago.

And this is where one of the most serious incidents occurred.

This is not something I was told—it is something I experienced firsthand. On this occasion, without our knowledge, this individual volunteered to manage event registrations, a complex task that requires organization, responsibility, and transparency. From that position, he took advantage of his control over the process to deliberately remove the registration of my group and several friends. The reason: ongoing personal conflicts that could easily have been resolved with even minimal willingness to engage in dialogue.

In this specific case, we were able to prove that the disappearance of our registration was not a mistake. The email had been sent correctly, and there was evidence to support it. It was simply deleted, under the assumption that no trace would remain. However, emails are not like messages on a phone—they leave a trail. And we were able to prove that we had sent them. For several of us, this event was particularly important, as we had invested time and resources in preparing specific Italian uniforms.

What was most regrettable was the reaction of the organizers, who chose neither to intervene nor to clarify what had happened. In the end, the event did not even take place, partly due to this controversy combined with other internal issues. The damage was so significant that, to this day, it is unclear whether it will ever be organized again.

Over time, I have come to realize that this behavior is not an isolated case. It follows a very clear pattern: integrating into groups, generating internal conflict, eroding cohesion, and ultimately fragmenting them in order to draw some members into his own “project.” A term he deliberately uses to avoid the negative connotation of “group,” but which in practice functions exactly as one. It is, essentially, a parasitic process.

To all this, we must add a lack of transparency. We were never officially informed that we had been excluded from the event, nor were we given any clear explanation. Ironically, the main organizer had expressed interest in our participation, precisely because of the historical accuracy of our uniforms. But by then, the damage had already been done.

Above all, I am sharing this because I believe his presence is harmful in the long term. It creates a toxic atmosphere, conflict, and what he would call “misunderstandings,” although the pattern is far too clear to attribute to coincidence. And it is important to remember that people like this rarely act alone.

In recent times, we have started sharing this person’s actions on social media. Bringing these situations into the open has encouraged others, who have also been affected by his toxic behavior, to come forward. As a result, he is becoming increasingly isolated.

Recently, he was banned from an event he wanted to attend—one that we were also going to. His reaction was to send one of his friends, or rather henchmen, to shout at and threaten the event organizer.

So the question is: what would you do to further isolate someone like this—not out of revenge, but as a way of holding them accountable and ensuring they are recognized within the reenactment community as someone to avoid?

I look forward to your thoughts. Thank you very much.

This is probably the worst one I've done.

I'm Greek. Here, we have conscription, I'm trans but wasn't out at the time. Like, I didn't hate it because of the trans thing, I just feel like conscription is generally a very abusive concept, it's not fair. I'll admit, look, I was already a very girly boy, and yeah, that didn't help.

I wanted to break even, with the military, for ruining my life. Most of the officers weren't cruel, they were just THERE. Hell, most were kind to me. But if this was abusive, then if you weren't a victim, you were either an abuser, or an enabler. I decided to do it myself, not waiting for any formal complaints, since some of them, I couldn't really say they did anything "wrong." The man who decided I got sent to the border, I reached out to his daughter and she won't talk to him now, she views him as a trafficker. The guy who did most of the training, I left fake reviews on a restaurant he owns, convinced some of my friends to do the same, it got shut down and he had to go back to the military full time instead of the reserves.

I ended up having a seizure from the length of the shifts I was having to do, whilst also sleep deprived. I knew who assigned me those hours, young guy and he's married to someone else in the military. Look...

She cheated on him. With me. He'd spend weeks at a time at the border, she was a few hours away, we got talking on Instagram, she had a similar role where she was based and I maybe treated it as a two for the price of one. he knows now and I frankly don't know what happened to their relationship, I know it was a shitty thing to do. That's it.

I don’t know the best way to go about this but for context, was drugged and raped by this guy I was in a relationship with. I found out later on that he did the same thing and worse things to his two ex girlfriends (he told me one cheated on him and that the other was crazy). He raped and sexually assaulted them. He got one of them pregnant and had to have an abortion out of state, he recorded himself raping one of the ex girlfriends multiple times. (She tried to report him to the police but he’s got friends there so he’s protected) He’s addicted to porn and had pictures on his phone… (as well as following hundreds of girls on insta including OF “models”). Anyways he’s got a huge ego, pride and 0 confidence, he’s deeply insecure and weak. He’s also a coward who never takes accountability. Moral of the story, I'm sick of waiting for him to get what he deserves and continuing to have a social life and just a life in general. There’s more victims than us 3 and there was someone who outed him by texting people on insta saying what he did and after that he deactivated his insta. That was a year and a half ago and now he has reactivated his insta again, has unfollowed some people and deleted them as followers (he also deactivated his facebook and his tiktok accounts bc someone was also posting about him there). He has started to use whatsapp which is odd (he has always used imessage). Anyways we want to get revenge, this keeps happening and we’re tired. So now I'm here to ask you all it you have any suggestions on ways I could get revenge on him. Or does anyone have any other ideas on how I can fuck his life over even just a little bit?

I want to send him a message on WhatsApp from a phone number he doesn’t have in his contacts. What can I say?????

I know there’s a lot going on and there’s probably more but he’s a sicko who’s an abuser and needs to be in jail.

I don’t know the best way to go about this but for context, was drugged and raped by this guy I was in a relationship with. I found out later on that he did the same thing and worse things to his two ex girlfriends (he told me one cheated on him and that the other was crazy). He raped and sexually assaulted them. He got one of them pregnant and had to have an abortion out of state, he recorded himself raping one of the ex girlfriends multiple times. (She tried to report him to the police but he’s got friends there so he’s protected) He’s addicted to porn and had pictures on his phone… (as well as following hundreds of girls on insta including OF “models”). Anyways he’s got a huge ego, pride and 0 confidence, he’s deeply insecure and weak. He’s also a coward who never takes accountability. Moral of the story, I'm sick of waiting for him to get what he deserves and continuing to have a social life and just a life in general. There’s more victims than us 3 and there was someone who outed him by texting people on insta saying what he did and after that he deactivated his insta. That was a year and a half ago and now he has reactivated his insta again, has unfollowed some people and deleted them as followers (he also deactivated his facebook and his tiktok accounts bc someone was also posting about him there). He has started to use whatsapp which is odd (he has always used imessage). Anyways we want to get revenge, this keeps happening and we’re tired. So now I'm here to ask you all it you have any suggestions on ways I could get revenge on him. Or does anyone have any other ideas on how I can fuck his life over even just a little bit?

I know there’s a lot going on and there’s probably more but he’s a sicko who’s an abuser and needs to be in jail.

The title pretty much sums up the situation. This chick was driving dirty for years without too many consequences, but ended up getting arrested 6 times in 6 months for not having a DL, insurance, wrong plates, etc, etc....she still got lucky however, and managed to bond out after every arrest, so no real jail time other than 48 hours. The father of her kids bonded her out on one occasion, and soon after , she just stopped coming back to the house that I lived in with her and her boyfriend. The house was lovely and in a great location on the coast of South Georgia, and also owned by her boyfriend. I paid rent to live in this house, and I moved there after she suggested that it would be a win for everyone involved.

After she decided to move home with baby daddy and the kids , she expected that I should also move since she no longer lived there. When I did not, she just started talking shit to mutual friends, and also just sending ridiculous texts saying that "she knew we were sleeping together and she also knew that we were doing meth!". We weren't, but, she got arrested one more time for a hit and run , driving on a suspended license and...... POSSESSION OF METH! She also told the arresting officer that she took a drink from a stranger and believes she was assaulted at some point that night. She has also told everyone that will listen about this assault and that the meth charge was bs. I have a copy of the police report, and the statements from the victims that she hit, offered to pay them $10,000 if they didn't report it and when they refused, she grabbed things from her vehicle and took off on foot, but was arrested sitting in a Denny's parking lot an hour later .

What would you do with this police report that completely contradicts the story that she has been telling people? I'm looking for the best way to get it seen, without having myself connected to it

Earlier this year I escaped an abusive narcassist relationship. Or rather she finally released her manipulation hooks and fully discarded me, to pivot to some other dude who was my "friend". He was was apparently cheating on his gf at the time with my narc.

Him and the narc were together for a few months and she talked him into buying a brand new Harley, and milked his savings dry.. before discarding him and running the same smear campaign that she essentially did to me..

This morning, that dudes ex gf matched me on tinder.. she doesn't know I was dating the woman he cheated on her with.. but I remember him showing me a pic of her when they first started dating..

My narc was hot af, fit gym blonde, but obviously fucked in the head, and came with 3 kids at almost 40yrs old..

But his ex.. well she invested her heartbreak into the gym and is now arguably way more attractive than the narc, only 27, with no kids.

We're going out this Friday 😎 this karma tastes so sweet.. not necessarily revenge on my narc, I got that earlier when she saw me on a date with the person I was in a relationship with after her.. but sweet sweet karma on that shitty "friend".. best part. I invested in the gym heavily this winter too, and have recently bumped into him while I was out with other mutual friends, sooo likely he will have to see me with his ex, both of us looking fit af living our best lives.. together 😏...while he's still heartbroken( he's not handling the discard very well) and fucked up from the narc cycle he just went through.. sort of like how he flaunted him and my narc together when I was at my low 🤣

I feel super good about today!!

My husband (38)has aggression problems. He yells and cusses at me, my mother, my sister, friends, doctors that saved my life etc.

He is physically, mentally and financially abusive towards me. He hits me. Breaks my stuff. Take back gifts. He even hit me while I was healing from surgery and had open wounds.

He yells at me that he and his sons are the “men” in the house and I’m an ant. One time he threw me out our bedroom and locked me out and said me and my son is sleeping here you can sleep on the sofa.

He talks bad and lies about me to his friends and sons and my own family(my family hates him).

I am 27 I meet him when I was 25. Before I meet him I was successful and independent but he forced me to quit my job because he don’t want me to interact with males in my job. He was a loser with nothing but somehow he made money and now thinks that he’s the king of the world. I taught him everything, I took him in my apartment and moved him from Europe to Dubai. I even taught him English and crypto.

So I’m dependent on him, his money.

I’m so tired of him. I literally hate him to death. I feel trapped.

He destroyed my life, my apartment, my career, my safe spot. He took it all away from me. And he is saying that if I leave him that, I’ll get 0, not even my jewellery and gifts he bought me.

I feel rage. I just want him to suffer.

I don’t know the best way to go about this but for context, was drugged and raped by this guy I was in a relationship with. I found out later on that he did the same thing and worse things to his two ex girlfriends (he told me one cheated on him and that the other was crazy). He raped and sexually assaulted them. He got one of them pregnant and had to have an abortion out of state, he recorded himself raping one of the ex girlfriends multiple times. (She tried to report him to the police but he’s got friends there so he’s protected) He’s addicted to porn and had pictures on his phone… (as well as following hundreds of girls on insta including OF “models”). Anyways he’s got a huge ego, pride and 0 confidence, he’s deeply insecure and weak. He’s also a coward who never takes accountability. Moral of the story, I'm sick of waiting for him to get what he deserves and continuing to have a social life and just a life in general. There’s more victims than us 3 and there was someone who outed him by texting people on insta saying what he did and after that he deactivated his insta. That was a year and a half ago and now he has reactivated his insta again, has unfollowed some people and deleted them as followers (he also deactivated his facebook and his tiktok accounts bc someone was also posting about him there). He has started to use whatsapp which is odd (he has always used imessage). Anyways we want to get revenge, this keeps happening and we’re tired. So now I'm here to ask you all it you have any suggestions on ways I could get revenge on him. Or does anyone have any other ideas on how I can fuck his life over even just a little bit?

I know there’s a lot going on and there’s probably more but he’s a sicko who’s an abuser and needs to be in jail.

Bit of a long one but worth the read, I tried to sum it up as best as I could.

My boyfriend (M36) and I (F30) had been together for almost a year when this happened. Our relationship was genuinely good. We got along well, laughed a lot, and didn’t really fight over stupid things. The only issue was one female friend of his, Tammy(F30).

To this day, I still don’t fully know what her motivation was. My guess is that she didn’t like that he was serious about someone else. She was also still friends with his ex, so I’ve always suspected she was trying to sabotage us on purpose. They were roommates along with his ex girlfriend, his ex had cheated on him so she had moved out and moved provinces. It was really obvious she still wanted another chance but he wasn’t interested. They had been broken up for 6-8 months before we started seeing each other.

The weird part is that Tammy and I actually became close. I liked her, which is probably why I ignored my gut instinct for so long. Whenever it was just the two of us, she’d tell me things my boyfriend supposedly said, like, “I don’t think he’s over his ex, he told me that.” Just little comments that planted insecurity in my head. Around the same time, my boyfriend started acting differently toward me and our relationship suddenly had trust issues.

One time Tammy got annoyed because he didn’t want to stay out drinking with her and instead wanted to come home and hang out with me. I thought that was weird, but I brushed it off.

Things grew tense between my friend group and theirs, my friends had said they didn’t like her and that I should talk to my bf about some of the things she was saying, but I didn’t want to Be one of those controlling people who told their partner they couldn’t friends with girls, and I was genuinely trying to fit into his group. This abruptly came to an end.

One night I went out drinking with Tammy. At some point, I blacked out completely. (** edit here: I only had 1-2 drinks) I barely remember anything. I remember Tammy driving, and I remember some guy she said she knew being around. The next thing I remember is waking up in my own apartment, in my own bed, next to that guy, with Tammy walking into the room angry.

Before anyone jumps to conclusions: we were both fully clothed and on top of the covers. Not that it excuses anything at all, but pause before you jump down my throat.

The guy, I’ll call him Peter, told me I had been really sick, throwing up, and that Tammy had basically ditched him there with me. He said he was too drunk to drive and she was also really drunk and should not have been driving. He didn’t want to leave me alone because I was in bad shape. I’m also a type 1 diabetic, and he knew that, so he said he stayed because he was genuinely worried about me. I told him he probably should have called an ambulance but I was thankful to have not been left alone, and upset that my friend put me in a terrible situation where so many things could have gone wrong.

After he left, I was so sick that I ended up going to the hospital. I tried multiple times calling my boyfriend who didn’t answer the phone. I then checked my call logs and I had also called him a few times last night but he was likely sleeping. It also took me forever to even find my phone and it was in a really weird place (in a drawer) and after reflecting over several days I’ve come to the conclusion that she likely hid it on purpose.

When I got home, my boyfriend had put all my stuff outside my door and blocked me on everything.

Eventually I got ahold of him and told him I genuinely felt like I had been drugged and had no clue what happened that night. Tammy had already told him that I was all over Peter and that I slept with him. Neither of those things happened.

I was furious. I then knew that she had obviously set me up, perhaps even roofied me.. I just couldn’t prove it.

So I started piecing the whole night together. I went back to the bar and talked to the bartender, who I knew. I asked what she saw, who I talked to, everything. Then I talked to Peter, who confirmed nothing happened between us. He told me Tammy was acting weird all night, and when I started throwing up, she basically left me there with him (a man I didn’t know). He stayed because he didn’t know if he should call an ambulance and didn’t want to leave me alone.

Apparently Tammy came back later to “check on me,” which also meant she drove home drunk and then drove back drunk. So she left then came back? Right..

I also got perspectives from other people who had been there that night. The more people I talked to, the less Tammy’s version made sense. Meanwhile, Tammy was telling me a different story and insisting she had only told my boyfriend that she saw Peter and me in bed together and “wasn’t going to lie to him.”

My boyfriend broke up with me anyway. And I get, the situation sucks, and he’s going to believe his bestfriend of several years over me.

At that point, I decided that even if we never got back together, I was not going to let this girl ruin my reputation and walk away clean. So I pretended everything was fine. I stayed friendly with Tammy and acted normal because I wanted her to get comfortable and keep talking.

Eventually, I convinced my boyfriend to give us another shot. We started talking and hanging out again. The second that happened, Tammy started acting weird. The first day I went over there, she saw me on the doorbell cam and immediately texted him asking why I was there. I saw the text.

That led to my boyfriend and I arguing, and a bunch of inconsistencies started coming out. Things she had told him about me, things she had told me about him. He started realizing she may have been playing both sides, but he still wasn’t fully convinced that she would have gone as far as to put something in my drink and that I had likely drank too much.

So I decided I needed proof.

When Tammy got home, i asked my bf to give us some privacy and leave. I put my phone on record and calmly confronted her. No yelling, no drama. I just asked her to tell me what happened and explain her version of everything. She started with the same story she’d been telling, but then she started backtracking. Details changed. Her story shifted. She contradicted herself multiple times.

I told her I knew she was lying to people and who told me specific details and that I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore.

Here’s the part that makes me laugh now: I didn’t tell my boyfriend I recorded her. I wanted to see what she would tell him happened during our conversation first. My thinking was, if she lied about a conversation I literally had proof of, then I could prove she lied about everything else too.

And that is exactly what happened.

Tammy told him that I threatened her. She said i told her I would punch her out if she didn’t change her story to “my events/version of the story”, and that she was scared for her safety. I told him that was completely untrue, but he didn’t believe me. Instead, he told me Tammy didn’t feel safe having me at the house, so if he and I were going to keep hanging out, it had to be at my place. He said he was planning on moving as soon as he secured another place, he had faith in me but that things had gotten too dramatic and he wanted to distance himself from her anyway. This wasn’t enough for me.

I was honestly offended, but I also understood why he was conflicted. He had been friends with her for over 7 years, and one of the reasons I loved him was because he was so fiercely loyal to the people he cared about. We had also been friends before dating, and I knew what kind of person he was. I wasn’t going to let her win.

So I let Tammy keep talking.

I let her spread her version of events to the friend group for about two weeks. Then once I heard her latest lie through someone else, I knew it was time.

I sat my boyfriend down and played the recording.

He was completely shocked, he has already stopped trusting her but this was next level. He was sick over the fact that she had lied so much and manipulated both of us, and potentially damaged the best relationship he had ever had.

He moved out immediately, stayed at my place until he found another rental. We told the friend group I had recorded her and that she had lied about basically everything.

The funniest part is that after all that, Tammy did absolutely nothing. She didn’t defend herself, didn’t respond to messages, and didn’t even try to fight it. She moved too, stopped talking to everyone in that group, and basically disappeared.

She embarrassed herself so badly that she removed herself.

Best ending though: my boyfriend and I just celebrated 4 years together, and we have a genuinely happy life now.

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When I had arrived home initially, I wasn’t capable of making decisions myself. It wasn’t until the next day, like I’m talking 4-5pm the next day I was coherent. Apparently I had been throwing up from when we all arrived home around 2:30am until about 7-8am. “Tammy” according to the guy, left around 4am. Came back around 1:00pm, I still was unwell. I awoke to her in the doorway. I was like “wtf is going on”. I saw him there and panicked. I screamed thinking someone had assaulted me, I remember her says what the fuck and leaving. He calmed me down and talked me through what was going on.

I went to the bathroom and threw up again, I drank a shit ton of water. After we talked I asked him to leave, then had like a mental breakdown for like a few hours. I still wasn’t better- everything was really foggy I had the worst headache of my life. I then called a cab and went to the hospital.

By the time I was seen by someone it was late, like 7-8pm. The nurse and doctor told me depending on what I was drugged with, most leave your system between 8 and 24 hours depending on the dose.

The other factor is because I threw up so much and used the washroom, drank lots of water- I could have flushed a lot of it out of my system. Based on my symptoms it’s likely that someone had put something there. I don’t doubt it was her. There’s too many factors there.

Happened recently, But not this winter. I live in a cold place. Like 6-9 months of winter cold. It was a warm winter day, so I made the kids go play outside. They built a couple snow forts and were launching snowballs at each other. Our lot is about 1/4 acre, so not big but not small. The neighbours to the north, 4 dogs were barking happily in the back yard, and our neighbours on the other side the south, also had there kids outside playing since it was such a nice day. 

Thirty minutes later the City bylaw officer comes by with a noise complaint. I know him personally, and said he just had to confirm we were making “illegal amounts of noise” He walked around the side yard and saw the kids playing, and just laughed and mentioned that “Crazy dog ladies shouldn’t complain so much” .  

I knew what he was saying, He couldn’t tell me by name that it was the dog lady next door, but he also thought her complaint was stupid. 

This bugged me extra since my kids have been shovelling her driveway since she got ankle surgery, and are always friendly with the dogs and even buy treats with their own money for them. 

To be fair she is nice enough most of the time, but every once in a while when her meds are off can be kinda grumpy.

 I didn’t want to start a war with her, but also felt like she needed some sort of revenge, so I bought a remote controlled Animal Caller, and mounted it high in the elm tree that borders our properties. Now every night when I get up to pee, I just click the remote button and it triggers the coyote call, which triggers the dogs. They sleep indoors with her, but if I open my front door and listen carefully, I can just hear them barking like crazy. 

I always come back to bed with a smile on my face. I tried posting this in Pettyrevenge but it got autoremoved. Not sure why. But there you go, Animal Noise Callers for the Win.