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1. My ex girlfriend cheated on me and I got my revenge. We were in a relationship for three years, so this hit me very hard. I lived in the largest city in my state and she lived one hour’s drive outside the city. She and I both worked inside the city and we could walk to our jobs. She stayed with me at my apartment a lot. She had a key to my place as well.
She used my computer constantly and one night, she was emailing someone and I interrupted her. I had cooked dinner and I was starving, so I wanted to eat. She was saying “okay! Okay!” and ran into the kitchen.. As I was serving the food, the phone rang in my home office, so I went and answered it. Being a bit nosy and playful, I scanned her email real quick.. It said stuff like, “I can see you on Thursday”. Thursday was usually my late night at the office, so that is reason she picked Thursday to see this bloke. I read the email address and it looked like a guy’s email address. I left the room and acted like nothing was amiss. We finished dinner and she went right back into my office and stayed there all night. I was on my personal phone line with a friend (a guy) then I watched some TV shows and took a shower. I went to bed as usual not giving a hint that I was suspicious.
The next day, I raced home from my office and with that half hour window, I went into my settings and got her password and read all her emails to and from him. My suspicions were correct. She did plan to meet this bloke at a famous restaurant in town. So, on Thursday night, I told my boss I will not be working late, because I had something to do. He said “okay” because working late is not mandatory and I take work home a lot. I called my buddy and said, “we are having dinner at ______”. I told him what was going on and he said he’d go.
My buddy and I got a table at the restaurant toward the front and she was sitting far in the back. Every time I peeked over there, they acted like a couple on a date. They were holding hands, laughing and talking. I walked toward the back as if I wanted to use the restroom. I did an about face, as though I had just noticed them. I went up to the table and said, “what are YOU doing here?” She said, “what are YOU doing here?” I said, “Scott and I were just grabbing a bite to eat! I suppose you’re doing the same thing!” The guy stood up and said, “what’s going on here?” I introduced myself, then added, “her boyfriend of three years”. He obviously didn’t know she had a boyfriend. He looked at her waiting for an explanation. She was at a loss for words and finally said a feeble, “I’m sorry”.. I said, “well dude, it looks like we were both played”. He stormed out of there and she ran after him! I went back to my table, told Scott everything and finished my meal. We had several drinks after that and the maitre d’ came over to my table (they knew us, because we’re regulars). He told me it is obvious she’s not coming back and asked me if I could pay the bill. I told him we are split up. Then I gave him her full name, home, cell and work numbers, her address and where she worked. I told him he’d have to track her down. Their bill was very expensive and she couldn’t afford such a large tab with her bottom feeder salary at her dead end job.
I went home that night and she wasn’t there, so I gathered up all her stuff. The next day, I went home early and told her if she wants her stuff back to come over NOW or it will be thrown away. I dead bolted the door. She was ringing my bell and I poked my head over the balcony and talked to her from there. I told her I was going to “throw her stuff” to her as she was no longer welcome in my flat. I threw her clothes, piece by piece in every direction possible and some pieces landed in the street and got run over. I wrapped her thong underwear around my hands, as a slingshot and shot them everywhere. People were looking at us! I wish I’d had a camera. I threw one of her designer handbags like a football and it landed across the street and she scurried about picking up her stuff. She had nothing to put her stuff in, so she ended up walking away with her arms full of balled up laundry. I yelled after her, “have a nice life, you cheating XXXX!”
2. In 1998, after discovering my husband's first adulterous affair, we were legally separated but he, being the homeless bum that he is, continued to con me into putting him up in my upstairs apartment while in counseling together. A needless endeavour and one which I soon discontinued when child support was not forthcoming. She would call him at 3AM waking us all up, he would run out in the mornings guiltily looking over his shoulder, and eventually, counseling did nothing and they continued to adulter away.
He is very sensitive to poison ivy.
So, one nice Spring day, when the newly sprouted buds of the local poison ivy bushes were their most potent with the volatile oils, I donned latex gloves and went for a nature walk. I only snipped two twigs.
I promptly went to his underwear drawer and pulled out all of his limp, fetid, bikini undies, opened them up and "painted" them, front and center with the blooming ends of the twigs. I figured, this was not fatal and since he was so enamored of his own member, well..... what better reason to give him to pay more attention to it!
I sat back and waited a few days knowing full well said member was having quite an active week with the young bitch.
Well all hell broke loose I had a front row seat.
Utter satisfaction.
( WE DON'T ADVOCATE DOING THIS BTW!!! RL)
3. Larry and I have been together for 13 months. I've always thought something was up with him even though if he's not at work, he's home with me. Recently and reluctantly, I allowed him to move in with me. Every night I'd notice him on the computer until the wee hours of the morning as late as 4am. So one night I sneaked up on him and caught him on blacksingles.com. I asked him, "What are you doing?" He said just talking to people. He immediately shut down the browser and his email. Well, the dummy didn't know that you have to log out of email to shut it down. If not, someone can come behind you and open a browser with yahoo and you're still signed in.
He went to bed and I got on the computer. I went into him email, checked all of his emails in sent and inbox Nothing there. So, I went to blacksingles and his id was still there so I requested the password which was sent to his yahoo account that I still had open in another browser. Once the password was sent, I made note of it.
After he went to work around 3pm, I got on the computer. I logged in to blacksingles.com, accessed every email he'd sent telling women he was attracted to them and wanted to meet them and yes gave his phone # and email address to. I then changed his profile to say I'm a cheater. The section where you tell a lil about yourself. I changed to say
"I live with my girlfriend and I'm a cheater. I look for the weak and the unsuspected. All I want is to sleep with you because I think all women are sluts" I you don't want to have sex then don't reply.
I then sent an email to all of the women he'd emailed within the past 3 months and said..
This is larrys as of now ex-girlfriend. I just found this account and thought you should know what you are dealing with. This man is a lazy couch potato. I just found out recently that when he gets in from work he lie on the couch, stick his hand inside his underwear and suck his thumb. He also switches up every now and then. He is a cashier at a department store even though he says on this site that hes a manager. And he doesn't live in a house. He drives a hoopty and has no money!
After all of that I changed his password so that he couldn't get back into his account.
When he came home from work, I was still up waiting on him. I took him to the computer and logged in. He was so dumb founded that he didn't know that the password I typed wasn't the same.
Then I showed him all of the emails he'd sent to these women and logged out. I didn't tell him about me changing his profile, password or sending the emails. After he went to work the next morning me and the ladies that did reply had a good time. Those reply emails were hilarious!!
He tried to access his account later and couldn't. Little does he know, I've blocked that site altogether. It can't be accessed. He's no computer literate so he can't figure it out!.
4. I had caught my husband cheating on me two times. I told myself, "The next time he cheats I am going to get revenge."
It was a few years before I caught him again but when I did I really got revenge. I had quite a bit of time to think up just what would be the appropriate thing to do.
We had been working on the house installing insulation. I don't know if you have any clue just how itchy insulation can be, but believe me it will drive you insane with itching once it gets on/into your skin.
I was sitting in my living room which had one wall completely exposed with the insulation hanging out. I remembered just how itchy I had been after putting it in the walls. It crossed my mind that if my husband wanted some scratching on the side I could provide him with quite a bit of it. So that night when he was sleeping I rubbed some insulation on the outside of the pants he had laid out to wear the next day. I waited the next morning, gleefully, to see just how long it would take him to start scratching. HE NEVER EVEN SCRATCHED HIMSELF ONCE!! I could not believe this since I knew how badly the insulation made you itch. The next night I got a lot of insulation and rubbed it on the inside of his pant legs and on the inside of his underwear.
Well let me tell you! The next morning, after he showered and got dressed, he came downstairs already wondering what was wrong with him. He was itching like a dog covered with fleas!! I had all I could do to not laugh hysterically as soon as he said he was itchy.
All I could think at the time was "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT SCRATCHING? NOT QUITE WHAT YOU ARE USED TO HUH?"
I am not the kind of person who cheats on their spouse so I could not get revenge by doing what he did. I thought of a way I could get revenge without hurting him the way he hurt me. I felt like I had my revenge and I could let his unfaithfulness go. He wanted scratching and I gave it to him. I felt we could both be happy with the end result. I still laugh every time I think of it. I do not remember the hurt of his actions.
I am convinced that my getting revenge helped me work through the pain by putting a humorous twist to it.
When I tell this story to anyone they also laugh and tell me they would never have thought of doing such a thing. That is why I am writing this, just in case you have a cheating husband and you think he needs some SCRATCHING too.
(WE DON'T SUGGEST YOU DO THIS EITHER!!!)
5. I was at a really low point in my life. I was in the middle of two legal battles, I was just diagnosed with cervical cancer and the doctors found three more masses in my body (lung, breast and arm). I was clinically depressed. Instead of seeking help like I should’ve, I came across an old boy friend’s email, Big Al, and started up a conversation.. When I found out he was married, I kept the conversations strictly platonic. It was just nice being able to talk to someone other than doctors. Then the conversations changed. He started telling me he missed me, he loved me, I’m so beautiful, I’m so wonderful, lets run off together, I’m preparing to leave my wife, and so forth. If this was any other point in my life I would’ve told him to back off, but instead I got sucked into to his web of lies.
Once the fog of depression started to lift, unfortunately a year and half later, I realized Big Al was never going to leave his wife and he was just stringing me along. So I broke it off and decided to move on with my life. A couple of months later he came crawling back. He was still with his wife, but Big Al claimed he missed me, loved me and couldn’t live without me. I told him I would only take him back if he left his wife. He kept begging and told me he was working on it. After two months of listening to his BS I decided to break it off for good and tell his wife about what a louse he was to teach him a lesson. Instead of only kicking her husband out of the house, she turned on me. She started harassing me by calling my home phone, my cell phone and even the cell phone I lent my 14 year old nephew. She was relentless. I had to press charges to make her stop. Apparently, Big Al gave her my contact information, aware that she suffers from a compulsive disorder, so he can divert her anger from him onto me. What a wimp! Yet it was worth telling her, because now he can't do this to another unsuspecting victim.
6. As often happens, I got into a rebound relationship after I left my husband four years ago. The boyfriend was "everything" my ex wasn't, and so my common sense was clouded by my "I will survive" attitude and the fun of finding someone to date. After entrusting me with his credit card number to purchase some dinner theater tickets, I set aside the information and never gave it a thought. Several months later, after jerking me and my emotions around, I decided enough was enough. Since the boyfriend had done the disappearing act that so many men are fond of, I accepted that it was over and did not pursue calling him. Heck, he knew how to contact me; he was choosing not to, and I had better things to do.
While cleaning out my desk area, what did I find but the slip of paper with loverboy's credit card information on it. So, knowing that he would want to make amends for breaking my heart and treating me like crap instead of having the courtesy to break it off like a gentleman, I thoughtfully shopped for some lovely gifts, and was sure to include a gift card enclosure with each one. "Sorry things didn't work out. Knew you'd been wanting this for your apartment so please enjoy with my complements." Yaddah, yaddah, yaddah. I created a new, free, email addy, and used it as the contact one, so he wouldn't be able to cancel the order. I enjoyed receiving my Kitchen Aid gourmet knife set & storage block, my under the counter slide-out trash bin, and fancy mixer. Why not something more expensive, you ask? Well, these items were things I needed and I wanted to make it look realistic...I'd never done anything like this before and was a bit paranoid! Such nice gifts for my kitchen and soooooo thoughtful of him to send me gifts. He was "just that kind of guy." HA!!!
The funniest thing? Four years later, (just recently in fact) I received call from him at my work. He was unemployed and had attended a job fair where recruiters from my company were working an information booth. He remembered that I'd worked in HR and asked about me. My friends shared that I'd recently been promoted to a higher position in the company. So he calls me up and congratulates me.....what a freakin' loser! Then he tops himself in his stupidity by asking me to "put in a good word" for him so he can get onboard at my company. Uh, I don't think so, sugarcakes!
I thank the good Lord each day that this loser was in my life just long enough to teach me some hard lessons about dating caveats, so that I was able to recognize a good man when I found one. My good guy and I were together three years before he proposed to me, and we will be married later this year.
7. In hindsight, if you are married to someone that will yell at you for breathing too loud when they are in the kitchen and you are sitting in a totally different room altogether… Maybe you should be ready for the worst from them. I was not, I simply tried to stop breathing as it upset my spouse so much, or tried to stop around my spouse, I mean, not altogether. When she insisted I move into the spare bedroom as she did not want to hear me breathe at night when she was trying to sleep and I had not perfected to her liking the “silent” type of breathing that she would no longer hear over the TV and through the apartment walls, I was happy to be moving to the farthest corner away from her. I wanted to be able to stop holding my breath. Plus, I wanted to stop waking up wondering if I would wake up to her hitting me with a hammer as I try to not breathe when sleeping.
My ex-wife-to-be, she’d been once a locked up teen for killing her younger brother with her nylon sock around his windpipe. I believe the term is, “Adjudicated” meaning she was a minor and so not charged as an adult for murdering her 10 year old brother as they were walking through the forest 14 years before.
Anyways, she was a nice person at heart. The day she requested that I might better sleep alone was right the same day after she came home after sleeping with my boss for the first time at his home that afternoon. I say sleeping, but it is not sleeping that they were doing and since she was not using protection of any kind, she did not want me catching whatever my boss might have, or maybe it was not that but just so I would not question why she smelled like my boss or why she took so many showers for the next four months. Her act was all class but I was just happy to be breathing. Because she was projecting all her guilt and anger over what was happening (as a child she used to catch her own father in bed with women other than her mother) on to me, she insisted I go to a psychologist so I could become the man she felt she deserved and could love, and it did wonders for me. I started to feel better about me, but it did not seem to be getting me any closer to my wife, who said the therapy was for me, not her as she did not have any problems (as it gave her a definite time once a week when she could meet my boss without any questions of my questioning her as to where she was).
I remember mentioning to her how similar my boss looked to her father when I first got that job; both were short and a little overweight, bad haircuts, etc. She was intrigued, laughed and scoffed at that before she met the guy. I guess she had the last laugh on that.
Anyway, after 3 months she sent me looking in “our” bedroom for something, an unpaid bill she’d used for a bookmark. She had absentmindedly used it in her diary (which was a journal that she had bought for me six months before but I never started using) and she was now using to detail her romps with my boss. I did not think we had any secrets, plus it was “my” journal, so I could not stop giggling over these pages after pages of her writing the stuff down she’d been doing with my boss. Then, I got sick. Crap, home life and work life violated in one fell stroke. No safe place, no place to go to retreat and try to gain some sense of serenity.
My revenge? We got a divorce. She did not fight for anything so I walked away with most everything we had. But before that, I got to laugh at her tearful breakdown as I told her about finding the journal. I quit my job and moved to the west coast. My boss asked if my wife was moving with me and I laughed and glared at him as I told him I knew he should not have asked me that, it would not be good for his small business to question that as I had made a lot of friends there.
Oh, revenge? I get to breathe much better now. Every time I take a deep breath in and let it out without fear of a former insane asylum patient w/ daddy issues screeching at me wearing me down, I have my revenge.
8. I lived with my ex for 13 years. Because of his past bad credit I refused to marry him, only live with him. During the 13 years he put me through such tough times, both financially and by raising his son who was on drugs. My ex was unemployed for almost 2 years and was only interested in the get rich schemes. I tried not to put to much pressure on him, but started suspecting something when he would get phones calls and go into another room to take them. He started going on trips and when I tried to call him at the hotel at 2 in the morning I couldn't reach him. Well I bought a computer and every morning when I went to room this bum would get up and start emailing this woman he met at one of the seminars. He changed my internet company without asking me and put it in his name. Well just before Christmas I came home from work only to find a Dear Barb letter left for me at home. Of course it told me what a big loser and user I was, despite the fact I was always employed and made twice what he did. He also wrote in the letter that anything he left behind he gave to me. That meant I had a bunch of junk to get rid of. Well after two months I was finally able to find out he went to Oregon and had been having numerous affairs during the 2 years he was out of work. I was able to find and contact his new girlfriend's ex-husband, who knew nothing about this affair which caused the end of their marriage. He was devastated. Once his son found out about his mother's cheating he forbade her to come and visit his children. As time when on he started to wane on that decision, so I decided I would share some of my ex's mental health records he left behind and gave to me. Once the ex-husband got a copy the son told his mother she could never see his kids until she was free of my ex. Well it took two years, but I heard she threw him out because she missed her grandkids, I'm sure that the fact he wasn't working helped also. P.S. Since the internet was in his name shortly after he left I build a site for him on Classmates. I was careful not to lie or twist anything but to only put facts. I heard from him after his 30th class reunion. Apparently everyone was talking about it. He went to report me, but when they check the URL it was listed in his name. What a shame.
9. I know this may sound unusual as its always the "wronged" women who seeks revenge. However, when you find out that the man you've been sleeping with as been engaged for three years i think revenge is just, despite the fact that technnically you may not be the "wronged" party. Don't get me wrong i felt terrible when i discovered that his "cousin" (lets Call her Amy) was actually his fiance, but still i couldnt help feeling sorry for myself. So obviously the only course of action was to seek REVENGE!!!!!
Firstly i felt that i needed Amy to work out thatshe was infact being cheated on.Knowing that every Friday after id been at work he would come pick me up and take me home then go over to his "cousins" house for a family meal, i decided to leave a token of ourromping sessions in his car i craftly snuck a cheap pair of knickers down the side of the passenger seat and stuffed my brain to th glove compartment, leaving my mobile number safety pinned to the strap. Surpisingly i actually wanteds to talk to Amy, after all two heads are better then one, even if two girlfriends aren't. After about a week i recieved the fone call i had been waiting for.
After much discussion and many promises that i was none the wiser of her relationship with him as she was of mine (apparently i was also a cousin) i asked what she thought would be the appropriate action. Being a girl after my own heart we cooked up some plans.
First thing that one Sunday morning, we both wandered down to his fish and chip shop, letting ourselves in with our keys, we let ourselves into the basement to the electricity box (this next bit was slightly dangerous) we cut every single cable we could possible find, swapped every connection and flipped every fuse. He couldn't open shop for two weeks, having to get the entire shop re-wired.
However, we hadnt finished there, Amy and he had a two week holiday booked for that september, Amy called him and said that the flight would be leaving three days later due to extreme air turbulence. On the flight day, both me and Amy boared the plane, after jiggling the seat bookings around. On arrival we booked into our hotel, went to the beach, resturants and clubs taking photos wherever we went. Not wanting our stud to miss out on the holiday we sen t him the pictures in a text with the delightful message of "looks like we were wrong about the turbulence, wish you were here, never mind your ex-girlfriend and ex-fiance are enjoying themselves."
i most say it was the most stylish way ive ever broken up with somebody i even had a free holiday out of it, and a lot of fun. Me and Amy still talk ad our going on holiday again this year luckily this year if we send a wish you were here to any one we will actually mean it!!
10. I should have listened to his friends when they told me not to get involved with him, but I was young and stupid, and the bad boy seemed appealing. We had a casual thing going for a short time; when I say casual, it was all on his terms, he was the one who wanted casual. He revealed very little of himself; I thought he was dark and mysterious, but it turns out that he was just a lying, cheating, self-absorbed wanker!
When I tried to get a little more serious, he shut me down, ignored me, didn't call. I assumed that it was over. He had never given me an explanation, so I had no understanding of what had gone wrong. I discovered later that he actually had a pregnant girlfriend, and unbeknown to me, I was the 'other woman!'
We used to frequent some of the same clubs and pubs, so even after being dumped I would still occassionally see him (and ignore him) across a dimly lit room. Every time I saw him, he would ask for his 'things' back, (over the course of our 'courtship' he had left quite a few clothes at my place). One particular evening before going out with my friends, I put his clothes in the boot of my car; I had every intention of giving them back to him if/when I saw him later. Sure enough there he was in all his arrogant unglory, and sure enough, he looked at me and grunted something in my general direction about me returning his clothes. I walked out to the carpark, took his clothes out of my car, and put them in a pile on the ground. My best friend and I laughed and cried as we set a match to his precious possessions and watched them go up in flames! We waited until they were a mere mound of ashes, which I then collected in a glass jar. Taking the jar inside the pub with me, I spied him standing at the bar with all his friends gathered around. I walked over to him, slammed the jar full of ashes down on the bar in front of him and exclaimed "There's your fucking clothes!!!" Needless to say he was stuck for a quick comeback. I turned and walked away as his friends, struggling to hide their amusement, roared with laughter!
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