Probably the one I got on my ex.

Background: We were seriously dating, at least I thought so, and we were dumb teenagers. On that note, to this day I have no idea whether or not I was the other guy or a main piece or what the hell was going on.

So I was going through her phone after she told me to answer a text from her friend. She got multiple texts from a couple of people while I was in the midst of answering the stated text and considering that she told me to answer it for her I just went ahead answering them. She was getting ready to go out with me and left her phone next to me while she finished dolling herself up for a date.

One guy who had just been recently released from prison after a dime for murder was texting her and I found out through reading back all the stuff they were sending that she was seeing him as well as me, but with no mention of me. I connected the dots of when she couldn’t see him, she would say she was working though she was really with me.

Months of this had been going on, months. I discovered the time that when she told me that she was late (not that two teens would ever do anything and even though we weren’t doing it LIKE THAT, she still told me that she was late, and she was) it was because she was screwing this guy’s brains out. It sounds creepy, but I generally keep track of the girl I’m with so I know when she’s going to be bitchy and when I need to go out and get her stuff for that time of the month.

I screencapped about 2 months worth of texts and sent them all to me, but was careful to not let her know and even managed to delete the caps I sent to myself so it looked like I hadn’t sent them. I almost forgot to mark them as unread so she wouldn’t know that I had seen them.

Still following? Good. So I’ve told different versions of this story leaving out a lot of detail, but this is mostly the full story.

So we went on the date we were going on and that was that. A week or so later when I knew she’d be busy, I dropped by to let her parents know about what was going on and that I’d not be seeing her anymore, she just didn’t know yet.

I dropped that bomb on them and they were absolutely pissed at me for breaking up with her through them. They did settle down enough to talk to when I told them exactly what I had found and why. I sent them the screencaps I had taken over a week ago and that they might want to check her phone to see what else she was doing that they didn’t know about. I went through a detailed explanation about what I knew about the person and checked off points on a list that she was really not going to be in a good situation if she was with him.
They didn’t believe me or rather they didn’t want to believe me that their daughter would do something like that to such a nice guy like me. They hated me for a time and things were awkward and I quickly left that conversation and house.

I never looked back, but months later they were going through my checkout line and made a huge apology for what happened and then filled me in on what had happened since that night I revealed that their daughter wasn’t as great of a person as she seemed to be. Turns out that they had found at least 6 other people that she was “dating” and that she had intended on running off with another guy just weeks after I had shown them what I did. She eventually did run off with a different guy (different from the guy she was going to do it with, the murderer, and myself). She ended up getting pregnant with the murderer’s kid and the guy she ran off with left her. The murderer went back to prison and she was left homeless and pregnant. They eventually let her back in their home under the condition that she raise the kid, get a job, and not have another kid until she was married.

Well, turns out that she never did get a job, let them raise the child while she was “looking or at work”, and she got pregnant with twins of the guy she was initially going to run off with. The kicked her out with enough money to find her own apartment and a car.

Well she never could get steady work with how lazy she was when it came to work (never showing up, always late, always breaking rules, etc.) She eventually lost her apartment and moved in with baby daddy #2. Then he kicked her out after she accused him of raping her (though she refused to file a report or get a rape kit done or anything you’re supposed to do after a rape and not for any reason that you would think.

The rape never happened. He was on the other end of the state at work, on multiple cameras.

Then she was left to her car and kids. So she moved in with a former friend of mine. A few months later while he was out of the country and at work, again on camera with receipts to boost proof, he got served with a restraining order and was kicked out of his house because of a false rape accusation.

Now later everything was sorted out and he was found innocent with a very damaged reputation. She was forced to move back into her parent’s home because she wouldn’t get enough work to support herself because and I quote “I’ll lose my benefits if I do!”.

Just a major fuckup of a relationship right there.

I guess my revenge was that I got out of that situation and eventually got her kicked out of that house at least once.

Just a couple of years ago she reached out to me to see if we could fix things.

My reply was one word, “Unsubscribe.”

She blew up on me and called me everything in the book and tried to tell me that I was abandoning my children, but wouldn’t allow a DNA test to prove that they were mine (they aren’t by the way. I still have no kids to this day.) and that I was a horrible person.

My revenge was that I brought her to light for what a scumbag she truly is.

Edit:

Do you guys want to know what the worst part is?

So this ended right before my grandpa passed away, about 3ish months.

So the next March would have me doing the memorial service. Literally zero contact with me from the point of a fight (that happened three weeks or so after I broke up with her. It’s in the next section) to this point in time. Guess who shows up?

If you guessed her, you’re right.

So I’ve let other people take over and share things after I did. I’m sitting out in the hall on the steps in the church, right where my grandpa fell and broke his arm. I’m rocking myself back and forth trying to pull it together for the last bit of the service and it’s not working. I’ve got tears in my eyes, spilling down onto my blazer. I could hardly talk the entire day because I’m sending off the man that made me who I am today, the one that was there through everything for me. My keeper of secrets and the person I leaned on the most.

She shows up and starts berating me for not inviting her to the service, swearing up and down that it just shows how bad of a person I truly am. How I’m such a scumbag and how I’m a horrible person because I refuse to see her or do anything. You know, the whole works.

This bitch had the nerve to come to the service that I specifically didn’t tell her about because…well she’s a bitch…and berate me after all that happened between us and how all of this went downhill on that specific day.

She had further nerve to disturb the service and had to be escorted out by two very pissed off cops. She screamed to them about how she had the right to be there because she loved my grandpa and was in his life and that she wasn’t leaving. I had the decency to not press charges and only have her removed, though looking back I should have because it would have made her go to jail and prevent kids from suffering.

I still got the final revenge. I’m the one that’s not a deadbeat sucking off the system.

When we had one last little fight is when she decided to start lying to me about all kinds of things, I left that part out because I started figuring out where she was lying about not wanting to see me. We only hung out about 3 times a week (while dating) as I was in college so I wasn’t doing the everyday thing or anything like that. Then in that fight I found out what was really going on when she started screaming and saying how horrible I was to her and everything. The whole 9 yards.

I didn’t put up with that shit for very long. I left wherever I was and went back home after a few minutes.