I am not one of those people who is good at taking revenge, and so I have almost never done it. My “best revenge” might be quite silly for somebody, but it did make me feel better for a while.

My ex bf broke up with me in a despicable way. I’ll spare you the details, but in short, he left me unexpectedly after asking me to marry him, while we were leaving together. i later discovered he had a parallel relationship with somebody else, and that he had been cheating on me (us?!) multiple times.

So I took my revenge. Before knowing for sure he had a parallel relationship, I just had a feeling. I don’t know why, but something didn’t add up. Maybe it was just my own way to hurt myself even more, or to cope with the loss better, but I just knew inside of me he had somebody else.

So I texted him. I told him that I had asked him if he had another girl not because I was suspicious, but because I knew as a fact. I told him that this made me even more disgusted by him than I already were, considering the way he dumped me. I told him that i had asked him because I hoped he would have the decency to at least confess it, instead of lying again and again. At this point, this doesn’t sound like a revenge at all. It’s what comes next that I consider as revenge.

He allowed his family come in between us a lot. He never had many close friends, just many friends, but not close. The only close “friends” he had were members of his family. One member of his family in particular hated me, and I never understood why. My bf was extremely attached to these members of his family, in an unhealthy way. So I went on and told him that if I knew that he had a side chick as a certainty, is because somebody “very close to him” had told me. I told him to watch out for the people who are the closest to him, because somebody had betrayed him. I knew as a fact he believed me, because I am a good girl. I never lie. I never say anything to hurt others or just to be mean. I saw him get online and spend a good 3 minutes online reading my message. I could imagine him going crazy trying to understand who betrayed him. I imagined him not being that talkative about his feelings already feeling totally betrayed. Like he couldn’t rely on anybody. I know he didn’t think a friend told me. I know he thought of somebody from his family.

I felt really bad afterwards. I felt like shit, I felt like I was mean and I shouldn’t have done this to him. But after a while, the guilt went away. Now I’m glad I did something small to make myself feel better for a while. He has done me so bad that this is the least he deserved from me.