Last year one of my friends went through a long and drawn out breakup and i was caught mediating for a long time. It started as him cheating and went to an open relationship which just hurt everyone involved. Eventually her bf was being too jealous, too suicidal, and too angry for them to continue being open but he refused to stop talking to other girls. He wanted to have his own harem of women (his words) and she was supposed to sit there and let it happen while remaining faithful.

So yeah, it didn't work. When they finally decided maybe they needed time apart, she came to stay with me. A few days go by and she decided she needs clothes from their shared house. He changed the locks. When he answered the door he wouldnt let her get any of her things, saying that he was washing her clothes. She wasn't allowed in to see her dogs, grab a toothbrush, a sock, nothing. He also changed the locks and had a camera installed that his parents would watch while he was at work. My friend started crying and freaking out because she was just trying to get clothes, and he wouldn't let her. I pounded on the door and he said I was scaring him, so I threw his plastic porch table about 10 feet away from us. It landed in grass perfectly fine but he threatened to call the police. My friend wouldn't let me do it first, and we left. I made some calls and told the bf if it's that fucking hard put her shit on the lawn, so he did. We pulled up with my car and my brothers truck, and offered $30 to his friends if they helped out. Bf called a drug runner uncle to play security who was just glaring at us. Idk why bf seemed so scared, I'm 5′6 and I've never thrown the first punch. Anyway, what he didn't have on the porch were her tv, bed, dresser, blankets, etc, so I marched past his shity security guard and started throwing things in boxes. I took the opportunity to also break a few things, like the flimsy curtain rods they had I bent so they wouldn't hang. I grabbed a pocket knife the bf had and carved asshole on his tv stand and piece of shit on his shoe rack, but when i got to the bathroom and saw his flashlight next to his fleshlight, I couldn't help myself. I grabbed it and stuck it in the toilet, which was in no way clean. I even scrubbed some shit from around the bowl with it. Then I put it back and took every phone cord I saw in the house. I think my friend ended up with about 6 of them.

Take that, jackass.