This wasn’t revenge on an ex in the usual sense; this was revenge on his ex-parents, who had disowned him for being gay. I’ll call him Adam, and I’ll call his partner Steve. This was in the early 90s.

Adam had HIV and it had progressed to full-blown AIDS. He had had a successful career in law and had managed to do quite well for himself. But the AIDS treatments in those days were just a way to delay the inevitable, there were none of the treatments that exist today. Adam had acquired a few pieces of property, made some good investments, and owned some valuable pieces of art, jewelry, gold, and so on. Smart with money and business.

As he grew sicker and knew the end was approaching, his family suddenly showed concern and interest in his deteriorating health. This was after nearly a decade-plus of little to no contact. Adam knew what was up. There were no same-sex marriage laws, no benefits for partners, no legal standing for his partner Steve, and Adam knew that once he was gone, his family would toss Steve - who was his sole caretaker up to that point - out on the street and claim inheritance of Adam’s possessions as next-of-kin.

What did Adam do?

He liquidated everything. Everything. Jewelry, car, second house, stocks and investments, and then gifted it all to Steve. In documented legalese that could not be questioned, with witnesses and notary, and in full possession of his mental faculties.

Except for one item. On his primary house, he took out a second mortgage, and mortgaged it up to the hilt. He took that as cash and also gifted that to Steve. The house and mortgages remained in Adam’s name, and was the only possession remaining in his name.

He died a couple of months later. In his will, he left his sole remaining possession - mortgaged to the hilt, with a second mortgage and taxes on top of it - to his “bereaved” family.

What is the most savage revenge you've seen someone take on their ex?

It was my ex. Father of my sweet boy. It's not as “savage" because I don't believe in giving him a dose of his own medicine but it was the best revenge I could do to him.

We were not married. He proposed twice, I said no on both occasions.

I was unemployed. I got him a job at where my brother worked. His job involved long trips to locations where they would stay a few days to a week at a time. Because I had no means to provide him allowance, I would borrow money from my mom which I pay her back when he gives me a part of his salary (just enough for milk and diapers).

On such trips, he and a colleague would eat at restaurants and meet other people, especially waitresses. While he was on a trip, I would raise our son and maintain the home for him when he gets back, like a doting partner would.

He just got back from a trip and I was emptying his pants pockets before washing when I found a small paper with the name Melanie and a number. I asked him about it and he said he intended to throw it away but forgot. Strike One. I let it slide.

One morning, as he was taking a shower, his phone buzzed, I checked the message and it said, “Good morning. <3 <3 <3”. Strike Two. (What were the hearts for?)

Third and final strike. He couldn't find his phone. I tried calling it. We searched all over. When I finally found it, my name registered was “BUDDY"!

What. The. Fork!

I promise I will get to the revenge part. Lol.

I think he tried explaining why my name was “buddy" but all I could see was his lips moving. I have already cried countless nights because I felt something was wrong.

My son was 3 when I kicked him out. I heard he had been living in the office quarters and that's just about it. I slowly made myself not care what happens to him.

Now for the revenge part. My mom supported me all the way. She and my younger brother helped me raise my son and encouraged me to look for a job. I volunteered at a public hospital and then got accepted at a private hospital soon after.

He came to see my son and mom a few months after when I was working and was crying for them to forgive him and for me to take him back.

My “savage" revenge?

I said no.

Edit: I didn't expect ten upvotes on this one! And thanks to the Son of Quora for taking a chance on me.

Edit #2: 1000 upvotes! Yay! Thanks guys!

This is something I’ve done.

The first love of my life was a boy in England, who I met online when I was a young teenager. We both played the same online game. We dated for a few years and arranged for me to leave California and come to England, to be with him. I hated my life in California and wanted to leave anyway.

(I’m leaving a lot of stuff out here, so just ask if you have any questions)

I made my way to England, I was 16 and he was 17. At first we lived together at his parents house. We were very happy and I was so in love. He quit college so he could work full time, and I still went to school. We wanted to afford our own place.

So eventually we moved into our own place and things started going downhill rather fast. He was getting distant, gone most of the time, and was avoiding confrontation with me. I was alone there in a country I had no idea about. I only had him, so I was very clingy and the feeling of abandonment and neglect caused me to look for fights. Eventually he told me it isn’t working out. He told me that I should go to Germany and be with my mom. He said that he would keep in contact though and still loved me.

I went to Germany to live with my mom. I was broken, confused, bitter. I was in a country I didn’t want to be and wasn’t able to speak a word of German. All I wanted to do was go back to him and make things work.

I never heard from him. Tried calling, wrote messages, everything I could think of. Even contacted his mom and dad. He ghosted me and I was beyond heartbroken.

About a year later, he finally contacted me and apologised, said it was the biggest mistake he ever made to let me go, and begged me to give him another chance. I told him if he’s serious, he should find his way here to Germany, to where I live, and show me.

He did actually come. Not being able to speak a word of German himself and never been outside of England before, he actually showed up at my front door the next day. I should’ve felt flattered, but all I felt was rage and I wanted revenge.

We spent a day together, that night we slept together. Afterwards, I told him to get out and leave. I was cold as a stone. He couldn’t believe it. I slammed the door in his face and did not open it again. I treated him like trash and threw him out. The way I felt when he dumped me, told me to leave and then ghosted me.

Unfortunately, that act of revenge did not make me feel any better. It usually doesn’t. (Which is why I don’t practice revenge anymore) I still felt heartbroken and angry. And I felt like a horrible dirty person for my actions because I knew that’s not the kind of person I want to be.

There was a lot of fighting and then years of silence after that event. Eventually, we did write to each other again and both of us apologised for our behaviour. We were over everything by that point. We did meet up one more time in London and did a week long pub tour, laughed and had so many fun conversations. We could finally close that chapter of our lives and be on good terms with each other.

He is now engaged to a wonderful woman and I’m happily married, still write every now and then just to check on how we’re doing. This feels a lot better than revenge.

Years ago, my then-GF had a friend who periodically hung out with us.

Her friend was in a fairly turbulent relationship with her boyfriend.

It wasn’t abusive or anything. It just wasn’t meant to be. They couldn’t agree on anything in life.

Honestly, I dreaded hanging out with them.

They typically were showing up when we were going out on the weekends.

I knew that when they drank, it only exacerbated their problems and they’d start arguing.

And look, I’m not knocking either of them for their dysfunction. They were both young, not in full control of their emotions. They definitely weren’t prepared for their own incompatibility.

These things happen. We live. We grow. We learn.

Eventually, he came to realize that they were stuck in a rut they would never get out of. He broke things off with her.

She did NOT take it well.

Within a couple weeks she had moved away.

She took something with her though - his child. She was pregnant and chose not to tell him. It was a savage, vindictive thing to do.

Years later, he found out through back channels about it.

He was rightfully pissed. And it turned into huge drama.

Some of the friends in our group knew about him having a daughter and didn’t say anything to him. (Thankfully I didn’t know.)

He had to take her to court to get access to his daughter. And he did get visitation rights eventually.

But it sucked. He’d missed 5 years of his daughter’s life and hadn’t met her until then.

I can’t imagine introducing myself to my 5-year-old daughter, but these things happen.

He and the mother found a way into an agreeable arrangement of co-parenting.

And, he found a way to bury his resentment towards her for the sake of the child, which couldn’t have been easy.

But it was a valuable sacrifice because in the end it benefited the most important person in the equation, his daughter.

But I hate seeing kids getting caught in these evil games adults play with each other.

I don’t know that this was “savage” but it was entertaining. I had gotten married very young and my husband at the time was a horrible liar and cheat. We were renting a house on the same block as my parents and one day he had come home from “work” early and shortly after the phone went on the fritz. This was before cell phones. I needed to make a call so I went up the street to my parents’ house. About 5 minutes after I got there, a female called and asked for me. She explained that she was my husband’s fiancée and wanted to talk with me about why I was making our “divorce” so difficult and refusing to let him see our daughter. It turns out that she had somehow managed to get my (our) home phone number, which is why hubby came home early and sabotaged the phone line. What he didn’t know, was that she had gotten my parents’ number as well. She and I had a nice long conversation about what was really going on and devised a little a plan.

I borrowed a screwdriver from my parents and went home, but before going in I let the air out of all his tires just to ensure that he couldn’t leave. At the time, hubby was a carpenter and he badly wanted to start his own company but needed a partner to help finance it. I went in the house and he asked what had taken so long. I explained that I had an amazing phone call from a contractor who had heard about hubby’s great skills and he wanted to meet and talk business. I went on about how cool it was that the guy just happened to call while I was there, and that I had invited him over. I told hubby the contractor would be there in about 30 minutes.

Hubby hurried up and took a shower and got himself all dolled up. I put the coffee on. “Knock Knock” on the door. He rushes to open it, and sees his “fiancée” standing there. The look on his face was priceless. I went over and called her by name and invited her in. He is still standing there, totally confused and speechless. I offered her a cup of coffee and about that time he realizes that she and I were in on this together.

He grabs his coat and walks out the door; she and I sat down with our coffee. He comes back in of course because his tires are flat. I invited him to join us, I said, “Hey why don’t you sit and visit. I figured if you had a fiancée, it would be good for her to meet your wife.” He was so pissed — he picks up the phone — Ha! — to call his buddy for a ride — but of course the phone didn’t work. He kept going in and out the back door — trying to fix the line he had pulled out outside.

The whole time she and I are sitting there laughing and talking about all the stories and lies he had told us. We took it to the extent of making jokes and laughing about him being utterly horrible in bed. That really pissed him off. Eventually he got a ride and got the hell out of there. Later, I let him know I would be divorcing him for real. He tried to get me to reconsider. No way. He then tried to get the girlfriend to stay with him, but she said no as well. He ended up moving into a little trailer with his buddy.

This happened to a close friend of my best bud.

He was dating this girl for over 2 years. They were like the best looking couple I have ever seen. They were living together in his house. Her family loved him and was happy that their golden child found her soulmate.

One day he caught her texting her ex. He was reading all her messages from his iPad which was synced with her phone. It was a boundary that was established earlier and she crossed it. However, he didn’t break up with her.

He started taking screenshots of all the messages and pics. After a month or so later, she decided to meet her ex at Vegas using “girl’s night“ as an excuse. She arranged two of her friends to give her cover while she was in Vegas. The second her flight took off, he changed his locks. He blocked her number and all of her social media. He called us to his house to help him pack her stuff and drop it at her friends house who “was in Vegas”. As a final f-u to her, he went to her parent’s house and told them what had happened. He also showed them all the screenshots and pics. They couldn’t believe that their golden child would do something so evil.

Her parents hate her now. She is now roommates with some druggies. One of the friend who tried to give her cover was dumped by her boyfriend for being a part of this plan.

Would recommend doing this to your cheating partner.

EDIT: Wow! This blew up real fast.

Many of you are wondering why her parents would hate their own child. Cheating did make them mad. But what made them hate her were the texts where she trashed everyone including her parents. One of which made fun of her mother’s weight issue and gave her parent’s marriage 6 months time after which she would hire someone to seduce her Dad as “he deserved someone hotter than mom”. I should have made that clear.

When I was in college, my narc g/f was cheating on me and became pregnant by the other guy. She told me what happened. I told her that she needed to work it out with the other guy and broke up with her.

A week later, I was studying for the LSAT exam in the Library and I saw an incredibly attractive and exotic young woman. She looked just like a swimsuit model that I’d seen in a national advertising campaign. That’s because she was her. I said to myself, “Dude, go up to her. The worst that could happen is that she’ll blow you off.” Instead, I got digits from one of the nicest women that I’ve ever met.

She wanted go to the SF Opera that weekend. I offered reservations for dinner at a four star restaurant just for fun.

That night, I dressed in a suit that my ex g/f really liked. The phone rang. I answered. It was my ex g/f, the narc. She asked me how was it going. I said that I had to leave in a minute and that I was dressed in my suit and heading to SF.

She was upset and said that she’d just had an abortion that afternoon and that the father (who was also her boss) had taken her to the clinic, paid for it, and then broke up with her and fired her. She then begged me to come over to her home immediately because she was cracking up.

I told her that this was awful in a rather condescending and cocky way. I then told her that I had met someone else, that she was a model, and that she was my date that night at the SF Opera. I told her how she could find pics of my newfound friend’s latest modeling shoot.

The other phone started to ring. I put my ex g/f on hold. My date was calling me. She gushed on about how excited she was about that evening and asked me to come pick her up asap. I told her that I’d be right over and went back to the other phone. I told my ex that my date had called and that I had to leave immediately. My ex started to cry. I said goodbye and ended the call and proceeded on to one of the best evenings of my life.

This is all true.

You don’t need to do anything to get revenge on narcs. Most of the time, they do it all for you.

This happened to some friend of my friend. I still laugh when I recall the story.

She met a guy, she was smitten. He’s an accomplished guy. He works for the UN. Very young, very attractive, got money. Lives a pretty wealthy lifestyle at a very young age (23 at that time.) She wanted to get into a full fledge relationship with him. She on the other hand was a busy girl. She was in college, did internships and worked as a hostess during the weekend. Same age. Very different lifestyles though. The beginning was lovely. They went on dates. Everything was cute in the honeymoon phase.

Then they started sleeping together and all of a sudden the dynamic of their relationship changes. He only wants to see her for sex. She unknowingly got herself into a friends with benefits type of arrangement. She tried to mend the relationship with him. But he had no interest in anything else but sex. So what does she do? She goes to talk to her crazy friend.

Now crazy friend is known, to come up with very vengeful over the top schemes. She talks to her friend and wants to know what to do. She no longer wants to see him, but he keeps calling and asking to meet for sex. Blocking doesn’t work, as he keeps changing his number to contact her. Crazy friend comes up with a plan.

Plan #1: Tell him you are homeless. Lost your job, apartment. Have nowhere to go. Literally about to get evicted. You need a place to crash, or desperate need of money. She tries it out. The man appears curious. Tells her that he will provide her money, if she promises to see him. She says no, she needs the money transferred to her as soon a possible. He didn’t send her money. Didn’t work.

Plan #2: He contacted her again wanting to see her. She tells him she is pregnant, but due to losing her job and facing eviction, she cannot possibly care for a child. He needs to send her money for an abortion, and after the abortion she would come to see him. He scolds her for making a silly mistake of getting pregnant and asks her to come meet him. Conversation ends.

Now the girl is fed up. Nothing seems to work. He still continues to contact her wanting to sleep with her and she can’t seem to get rid of him. Crazy friend finally finds the solution.

Plan #3: He contacts her again. Leaves a bunch of missed calls, texts, voicemails. He is diligent. She is very calm and texts.

I have something to tell you. I have been sleeping around. I got AIDS. I don’t know who gave it to me. But I recently got the test results. You need to get yourself tested. I think you have it too.”

ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.

He immediately begins calling her nonstop and frantically texting her. “What the hell? How did this happen? Why weren’t you careful? Why didn’t you use protection! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?”

Bingo. Done.

She gave some halfhearted answer about not knowing who she slept with. She was drunk and had numerous partners one night. She has no clue what to do, but knows that she has AIDS and now she needs medication.

That was the end of it. He never contacted her again. She gave him the scare of a lifetime.

When I lived in Texas, I had this great boss.

Jim Craig was a funny guy with wrangler jeans and snakeskin boots. He called me Blondie. His wife was Gina. She was a wonderful person that I adored. She often brought me her leftover harlequin romance novels.

This wasn’t his first marriage though. About a decade earlier and with very little warning, Jim’s first wife Debbie cleaned out their house quietly and he came home to not a stick of furniture. Not even a spoon left in a drawer.

Although this must’ve been devastating, he had a sense of humor as he recounted the tale.

That year when tax time came, the Ex Mrs. Craig got a 1099 (Statement of income with no taxes deducted) for the amount of money in their bank account and the furniture that she had absconded with. Debbie ended up having to pay income tax on every item.

Jim had opened a Limited Liability Corporation and for just the cost of the license, he established a tax ID number and the ability to tax employees.

On the 1099 form, Jim stated that he hired his former spouse to redecorate.

Not sure if this qualifies but I am going to answer this anyway.

During a bad patch in my (now) 41 year marriage, my husband and I separated and dated other people.

This is about one of the guys that I dated.

I was in college and was active in the school’s student government. We used to go to seminars that included all of the community colleges in my state.

I met this guy, Jim, from a different community college. Jim was a full blooded Blackfoot. He was gorgeous, at least physically.

We started dating and pretty quickly he asked me to be exclusive with him. It was my understanding that we were both exclusive.

One night my friend, Sunny and I drove the 65 miles to see Jim.

When we got there I saw that his Chevy van was arocking. I went to the back (rear) doors and opened them. He was in the act of intercourse with some woman I later found out was named Twyla.

I quite loudly told him to pull out and get out of the van. He did and she crouched in the back of the van with the doors locked. I guess she thought I was gonna attack her. I wasn’t! She had thought they were in an exclusive relationship also.

Anyway, my friend said we had to leave to drive back home. Jim jumps in the car to go back with us.

Now here’s the revenge part! Jim was a pretty well known local rodeo rider. During his most important rodeo the first prize was a pair of custom made snake skin boots and $500.00 prize money.

The money was long gone, but the boots were his pride and joy. So, Jim didn’t take the time to put his boots on before he got in the car. He just laid them in the car seat.

As we are driving, Jim is trying to explain that it’s not his fault that he cheated. He said that the distance between us was a major factor in his decision to cheat. Additionally, he is telling me that if I ever cheated on him, his anger would be uncontrollable and I would pay dearly.

As you can imagine, that pissed me off big time.

It so happened that we had to cross a big bridge on the way to my house. The bridge was about 35 miles from where he lived and his van.

As we crossed the bridge, I quickly gathered up his boots and threw them out the window, over the bridge rail, into the river.

Once we got across the bridge, Sunny stopped the car (hers) and told Jim to get the f**k out. We left him there standing by the side of the road, in February, without any shoes (boots) on his feet. BTW this was years before cell phones.

I didn’t hear from him for about three years. By this time, hubby and I were back together. Jim called me wanted to meet up and talk about getting back together.

I let him talk for maybe 15 minutes. I asked him about Twyla. Seems she dumped his a** the same night.

Needless to say, we did not get back together and I haven’t spoken to him since. I did hear that he had moved to Texas to be a cowboy.

Husband and wife married when they were in their late teens. He is smart and a looker, she is brilliant.

They move from London to Hong Kong due to his job but soon she finds one that is satisfying. The workload is heavy and both travel constantly. But they are both soon on $500,000+ packages. He starts ‘playing around’ and the number of girlfriends mount (I was always surprised that he could not cut anyone off). She notes this and he is ‘reformed’ several times. After 10 or 12 years he meets and falls hard for another professional. She is smart and a looker but not brilliant. She is not willing to be a mere mistress. The wife finds out and meets with his girlfriend. They agree that they will give him a choice - wife or girlfriend. He goes to Thailand (and into the arms of yet another lady for consolation - I know because I had to hide behind a pillar so I did not ‘bump’ into them) to decide. He informs his wife through his secretary he wants a divorce.

She, who has been in charge of the family finances, buys a massive house in London using all their savings plus a mortgage. She packs up the home in Hong Kong and ships everything (and I mean everything) to London. This includes his much prized carpet collection. She takes the children out of boarding school in the UK and re-registers them in a school close to the new home. On the day that she leaves (just 1 week after that call - yes all that in 1 week !!) she cancels all the credit cards (rendering his cards useless as they were on joint account) and writes to the Hong Kong tax authorities telling them that she is leaving. This triggers a tax bill for all unpaid taxes (3 years). In those days, the husband is responsible for his wife’s taxable income. He returns to empty house, empty bank account (he had to borrow money from me - sigh), no usable credit card and a massive tax bill.

When he sued to try to get his carpet collection and some money back, he discovered that all he could get was an interest in the mansion of a house in London. This is because it was the family home and thus could not be sold. As for the carpet collection, it had been auctioned off to pay down the mortgage.

24 years have passed. To be fair to him, he is still married to the ‘girlfriend’ (he has stopped playing around or become very much more discrete). He has still not gotten any money as she still lives in that home with a new husband.

Revenge is best served cold ?

Let’s just say my best friend is brutal…

Her last boyfriend seemed like a good guy. But something was just off about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I told her “be careful with this one; he’s hiding something.”

Turns out, he was an active heroin addict. That’s what was up. It takes one to know one, so no wonder I was uneasy around him. Once you’re in recovery, you can spot another user a mile away.

She came home from work one day, and found her TV, her jewelry, and her home entertainment system gone. All the cash in her desk was gone, too; about $500. She was livid. I’ve never seen her like that before or since. She could’ve sent him to jail. She could’ve had some friends give him a beat down.

Instead, she started sleeping with his DAD. As often and as obviously as she could. The ex boyfriend had to go home and face her, sitting on the sofa, snuggled up with his father. He had to listen to them having loud sex every day. She stuck the dagger in farther by saying “Hey, wouldn’t it be neat if I became your stepmother?”

The relationship with his dad fizzled out, but not before she had reduced her ex to a groveling pile of heartbreak. Needless to say, she got a new TV, more jewelry, and a new entertainment system.

Around twenty years ago, when our three sons were all boys and playing little league baseball, my wife and I volunteered a great amount of time at the ball field working the concession stand, helping with fund raisers, and my wife was always a team mom.

We were acquainted with a nice couple, Bob and Cindy, who also volunteered with us. As it turned out, Cindy was having an affair with a married little league coach. The story broke when the two left their spouses and moved in together.

Oh well, that’s life. These things happen. After that, we didn’t see much of them at the ball field.

About a year later, I saw Bob and his new girlfriend at a restaurant. Bob’s ex-wife, Cindy, was cute and a good-looking girl, but his new girlfriend was Drop Dead Hollywood Star Gorgeous. She was the kind of woman who made guys stop in their tracks to watch her as she walked by. She was stunningly beautiful.

I observed them holding hands, leaning in close, laughing together, and doing all the things that indicate two people who are crazy in love. They married a short time later, and as far as I know, are still together.

I will say it again; the best revenge is a life well lived,

Savage revenge comes in different sized packages.

I have told my story on how I got revenge with my first husband after I caught him cheating for the second time, but I don’t guess it hurts to tell it again. It wasn’t savage, but it made me feel a little bit better.

This was before everyone had cellphones and people were still relying on pay phones.

I was working as a waitress on holiday Thursday night. Holiday Thursdays, I could pull 300.00 or more in tips. Two hours into my shift and right when things started to get busy, I get a call from the babysitter saying that my husband had not come to pick up the kids. I asked if he had called and she said no. I called his work and he had left at the regular time. I knew his manager and I asked if he left with someone and she told me yes that he had left with a woman he worked with to give her a ride home. I had already had a inkling he was having an affair with her.

Anyway long story short I left work and picked up the kids. When he got home he gave me his lame excuse, and later admitted he was having an affair. The first thing I did, was get in his car and leave. He hated when I drove his car (which is why I took his car) I told him I had to think. His car’s gas gage didn’t work so we had figured out that his car on a full tank could go 300 miles. Once the mileage got close to 300 we had to put gas in. I noticed it was close to 300 and took a chance and drove around for a while. Then I flipped the mileage to zero. Drove a couple more miles to make it look like I had filled the gas tank and then drove for a while more, before I came back home. Knowing the next morning he would be leaving early for work and his work at the time was about 45 miles away.

When I got home I packed myself up and my daughter and went to bed. In the morning he went off to work. I got in my car, drove my step-sons to school gave them big hugs and told them I would see them soon. Then I went to live with my Mom until something else could get worked out.

My ex got about 15 miles before his car ran out of gas. It was raining and he was on a rural road that wasn’t very busy. He had to walk about three miles in the rain until he found a pay phone. He had someone from work pick him up. I called later to let him know he would have to leave work early regardless of if his car was on the side of the road or not because he had to pick his sons up… and that was that.

This began in 2014 and roughly speaking ended in 2018.

**EDIT: The legalese is a bit complicated, but that’s why we pay lawyers.**

***** TL/DR: my ex stole my dog with dog with a restraining order and the others involved got burned alive for it*****

Some four years ago I left my ex, out of the blue. I just vanished and moved out of the area. She was a diagnosed sociopath, but given what follows that much will become obvious. I moved to another city with just my dog and an inch thick stack of notes she’d kept on me over the previous four years. She was a grad student and a week after I left Student Legal Services emailed me threatening suit over my dog which they claimed I stole. This was odd because it’s outside of their State Bar plan, but the ex could be persuasive and they probably just sent the email to shut her up.

I lawyered up, sent them proof of ownership and told them to beat it. A few weeks after that she drove an hour and a half and showed up at my job with a date. I was working at a bar at the time, and everyone there knew the both of us. I got fired for that - they knew what was going on and that she’d be back.

I moved back to where I left needing a job. She found me immediately, and when I rebuffed her advances she filed a small claims suit for my dog followed by a restraining order. A sheriff’s deputy took my dog upon serving me with the restraining order. My dog license, everything I had didn’t mean jack. I’d have to sue to get my dog back.

She took the dog having used the small claims filing as evidence of ownership. That filing prevented me from filing separate action myself under Rule 57. She had filed the small claims specifically to block me from going to court to prove ownership, and filed continuances on it til after the restraining order was litigated. She never intended to argue over the dog.

When I showed up to court, I recognized her date. Her date at the bar months earlier was a married legal aid attorney. State Bar allows legal aids to practice law (i.e. - make certain filings, etc) but forbids them from being IN court because they work for free. In other words they can bankrupt you.

He hit me with a sledgehammer, making the situation all the more obvious to our (former divorce attorney) Judge. The guy used a legal loophole to steal my dog, as a favor to his girlfriend/my ex, and after being ordered to litigate ownership in small claims waited out the 10 day statute of limitations on the restraining order and dropped the small claims action. She took my dog claiming ownership without ever litigating ownership. Domestic Violence court can grant possession of property, but CANNOT determine ownership. There’s good reason for this but obviously it’s a slippery slope.

With the small claims now off the table, I filed a suit myself under Rule 57 (declaratory judgment). If I win, Green Eyes McBlowjob goes to jail for two felonies and three misdemeanors. That’s no joke, a sheriff’s investigator was watching the case like a hawk. Just like when my dog was taken, my paperwork didn’t mean diddly. I would have to win my lawsuit before the DA would file criminal charges.

On top, I’d be due treble damages - which eventually amounted to upwards of $90,000 and would probably be billed to the university seeing as they weren’t allowed in court to begin with. Blowjob was apt to make a stink to the man’s wife not to mention the State Bar. The Judge was aware of all this, even subtly acknowledged it into the court recorder several times.

After papers were filed, the lawyer dropped her as a client to help her evade service. Papers had to be refiled and we had to chase her down. When she got served, he resumed representation.

“If you lose, I’ll tell.”

The same Judge as before yanked my suit off of another Judge’s docket and stuck it on his calendar (which is forbidden by Judicial Standards - you’ll lose your seat on the bench for that), and watched me and this guy beat the holy hell out of each other for over a year and a half like a couple rock em sock em robots. He filed motion after motion, memorandum after memorandum to avoid trial and tire me out. Everything he filed - for free mind you - cost me $1000-$1500 per to respond to. While the Judge watched. Voyeuristically. Harder than a diamond at sub zero. My feeling at the time was, “No one will listen to ME, hell I’m a domestic abuser. And who's Captain Dipshit gonna tell? What’s he gonna tell them?”

We ended up the longest pet custody suit on record, in the entire country. In number two the defendant was a billionaire heiress.

When the guy realized no one was going to squeal on him, he was a complete asshole. It became increasingly and embarrassingly obvious to everyone that this was a big dick contest.

I made it to trial $200 from bankruptcy. The Judge laughs at the lawyer, because he’d claimed both that my dog was a gift and the subject of a contract (stating that I’d traded her for some shirts, having just spent enough on litigation to buy a new car), which “you do realize concedes his ownership and we can all just go home.”

The Judge then asked me a series of questions that amounted to “How much money ya got?” He knew that Hardon Esquire would appeal the decision, and wanted to know if I could afford to fight it. Not that he cared, he just didn’t want his decision overturned. When he figured out I was broke, he stuck Blowjob on the stand and called trial without cross examination. So the Order - written by her boyfriend/attorney - listed every claim I’d made and submitted tangible evidence to prove as being the exact opposite. In other words the Findings of Fact were the exact opposite of what was attached as evidence. Total mindfuck.

My attorney never knew about the relationship. I couldn’t tell him because he’d be bound to tell (Rule 8.3) and it would endanger his career because it would amount to throwing a law school (who didn’t even know the legal aid was in court) under the bus. God bless him, he just thought the other attorney was a moron, which is not untrue.

After the Order was signed, I emailed the Judge with the other lawyer cc’d, and matter of factly explained the situation, that there was a witness willing to go on record that the two had been dating, and that I was about to bury everyone.

The Judge flipped switch, and retired before the story made the news. I kept out the juiciest bit because I didn’t want the man’s wife to hear about it on TV with 2 million other people. The State Bar surprisingly investigated it until it made the news. Two days after air, they abruptly ended the investigation.

I couldn’t tell the man’s wife directly because of the restraining order with the ex. To save his own hide, Hardon Esquire would argue that I’d violated it, and the Judge would play along just to keep me from making trouble.

Turned out we ended up in the textbook. They teach us in every family law class in the state now. I didn’t need the State Bar - the story alone ruined the man’s career. Virtually every lawyer already knew who we were. He will never get another job outside of that legal aid position. If (when, rather) he loses that job, he will never work in law again. The university owns him like an Andy Dufresne - a good, talented employee who works for dirt cheap, forever - a six figure lawyer making 38 grand. Good deal.

The news story made me something of a local celebrity. I was the Tiananmen Square guy who took on a law school over his dog.

I waited until the restraining order expired - three years all told. I put a lot of thought into handling it calmly and tactfully, and when the Order expired I handed a two inch thick manila envelope to the university Provost and to the man’s wife.

The contents of that envelope would give a divorce attorney a migraine. It amounts to the house in the divorce, his law license and therefore his job, and one hell of a judgment for Alienation of Affection against the ex. His wife owns him until the day Jesus takes him home.

So in the cast we have me, Judge Ratched, Engelbert HardDick, The Holes, and Mrs. HardDick. Like I said you be the Judge, far as who can squeeze a pair of balls the hardest.

***** TL/DR: my ex stole my dog with dog with a restraining order and the others involved got burned alive for it*****

Well, it is not something that I have seen myself, but heard from my extended family members. There are so many variants of the story that it is not possible now to verify what actually happened. For the sake of the readers, I am going to write a spiced up version.

A second cousin of my father happened to be a very good student, let’s call him Himu. His family was not very well off but somehow managed to send their son to Dhaka to attend university. He used to provide private tuition to cover his living costs. Among his students one was the daughter of a high-ranking government official; we would call her Rupa. And like thousands of other private tutor and student duos in Bangladesh, they fell in love.

It was during the early eighties and people used to marry their daughters off at a much younger age. Likewise, after the HSC exams, Rupa’s family started to look for an eligible man for their daughter. Himu did not know what to do. He was still a student and his poor father had high hopes from him. He did the only thing he could think of, he eloped with Rupa. They fled to Mymensingh and took shelter at a friend’s home. They got married the next day. But as I wrote earlier, Rupa’s family was very influential. They traced them within a few days and forcibly brought Rupa to home. Himu was at police custody and a charge of abduction was made against him. His family did not have the money or power to fight the case. Himu’s father and brother in law (his elder sister’s husband) were brought to the local police station and allegedly were beaten up badly by the cops. Rupa’s father was too concerned about the honor of his family and offered a mutual divorce to the boy’s father. But Himu remained unmoved, he did not want to leave the girl he loved. It is said that after knowing about the London dwelling groom of her father’s choice, Rupa herself regretted her elopement and agreed to divorce Himu. Himu could not believe his own eyes when he received the divorce letter from Rupa. However, to avoid further scandals, charges against Himu were dropped shortly afterward.

Himu was devastated, he came back to his village but was not talking to anybody. His family had a streak of insanity and everyone feared he might suffer the same fate. One comparatively affluent relative came forward and took Himu to Dhaka once again. He let him stay in his home and helped him to continue his studies. Himu started working hard, he pushed himself beyond his limits. He graduated at the top of his class, managed a scholarship and went to the USA for higher studies.

Meanwhile, things did not work out in Rupa’s life. It is rumored that her family concealed her first marriage and got her married to a man from another influential family. Her in-laws came to know about the whole incident shortly after the ceremony. She got divorced a second time. You can’t imagine how miserable the life of a divorced woman can be in a country like Bangladesh. She was ostracized by her extended family members, her friends started to perceive her as a greedy woman and abandoned her. The prestige of a highly reputed family was tarnished overnight.

Rupa was beautiful but did not have any tangible skills. She was lonely and empty inside, all her dreams were shattered. Things became even worse when her father died. She lost the only person who was by her side in her dark times.

In a desperate attempt to revive her life, she somehow collected the address of her teenage love, Himu. She started writing letters to him, allegedly hundreds of them. She kept writing until Himu broke his silence and replied. He made her an offer to meet in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Why did he choose the Eiffel Tower? Well, Rupa had a favorite movie in which a man bends on one knee and proposes to his love with Eiffel Tower in the backdrop. While in love, Himu had promised her to take there. She certainly had not believed him then, but the time really came.

Rupa arranged everything and flew to Paris to reunite with her long lost love. It was before the internet era, people used to write letters to fix dates and places. So, on the scheduled day, Rupa went in front of the Eiffel tower wearing red saree and with flowers in hand. She must have been shaking with excitement, embarrassment and what not, she went through a lot in the last few years. She waited there for hours, some say from morning to the afternoon. Himu did not show up. She, with teary eyes, was about to leave when the very known voice called out her name. She turned around, ran to Himu to hug him. Wait! Himu was there with a stunning blonde, holding her around her waist. Rupa was shocked, she did not know how to react. Himu introduced the blonde as his girlfriend and proposed to her for marriage, keeping Rupa as a spectator. So finally, Rupa saw something in real life that she loved as a teenager, and it killed her inside.

Some believe Himu never really married anyone, he hired the blonde to play his lover, others say he actually married a European but later got separated. He lives somewhere in Europe these days and is in the teaching profession. Nobody knows what exactly happened to Rupa. I once heard she teaches at a renowned girls’ school in Dhaka. She is single till now but very much loved and adored by her students.

So, was it savage? I don’t know, but I really feel sad for Rupa, in fact, I feel sad for both of them. I wish there were another version of the story where they ended up hugging each other in the most romantic city in the world.

Thanks, Sean Kernan, for the answer request, I am honored.

Back in 1980 I had a female friend. She had a boyfriend that adored her. Both 18 or 19 years old.

Then on Memorial Day of 1980 she disappeared.

She came back and told her boyfriend she got an abortion because her dad wanted her to stay in the same race and if she didn't, he would disowned her.

Rudy, the then boyfriend was forever destroyed. He didn't believe in abortions and it was the biggest betrayal he ever experienced and death to his child.

Why, he questioned. He thought she loved him like he loved her. They were engaged too.

It was so painful for him. Yes, men mourn their unborn child.

Slowly he slipped out of her life. She couldn't understand why he reacted that way. It was just a fetus, she said.

It has been 45 years since her decision. Whenever she would see me, she always brought up that the unborn would of been so many years old. It was a male.

I know she is tormented, can't go back to 1980 and change it. Rudy was gone from her life.

All I could say is that God forgives her and that God took baby Rudy and made him perfect again through his soul and all the millions abortions before him. They are with God.

One horrible decision, 3 lives destroyed forever.

Rest in peace Baby Rudy.

We needed to meet at our notary’s office to sign the most horrible documents I ever had to sign. Documents that legally said we would not see each other anymore till the end of time. Documents that said that “we” was a dead word now. That “we” were gone.

And we were.

And when we were sitting in the small room — my guess is notaries always let ex-lovers wait in the very same room to let them feel how sad the decision is they are about to take — we could only talk about ridiculous stuff. (How is your new house ? Great. My life is so much better now.) But she was sitting there, only months in an after life which I still could not comprehend. And I hated it.

My only revenge was that I was still alive — probably this is the worst answer of all time — but for me, showing her that I was still here, that I would stop giving in, that I would stop her from scarring me, that I would stop her from spreading lies (this was a difficult one, as you can imagine),

She had a new husband now, a new house, and soon she would become pregnant and have new children, and nothing in my own being would ever be existent in that new life. And I knew that — sensed that, until my stomach hurt — and I was just sitting there, looking beautiful (I really was), while I saw my current life becoming my past.

But we signed the documents.

And that was that.

SOURCES: the painting is my own.

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.

Maybe apocryphal, but I like it:

Nasty guy is leaving for a month on business.

Tells his girlfriend, with no prior warning, that’s he’s tried of her and he wants her ass out of the apartment before he gets back. He’ll check with the neighbors to make sure.

Two weeks later, he calls the neighbors and they say, “ Yeah, she was out the next day, but she was really crying. “

He’s satisfied and finishes up his trip.

Comes home, opens the door and when he’s in the living room, he hears a muffled voice. He searches around and finds the phone off the hook. He can’t understand what’s being said.

Turns out she called “ time ‘” in Tokyo and left the phone off the hook . . .

F**king BRILLIANT ! !

The most savage revenge I have ever seen on an ex was by a girl I knew. She was separated from her husband and had filed for a divorce. He had a girlfriend, but wouldn't sign the divorce papers. The first thing she did was ripping out all the wiring in his car plus she broke off the key in the ignation switch and poured sugar in th gas tank. He still refused to sign the papers. Now this may sound unbelievable but it is the truth. One morning she went to where he worked and had him come out to the parking lot where her van was parked. Three of her boyfriends were waiting in the van, they threw him in the van and she drove off with him. They tied him up and she told him to sign the divorce papers or she would shoot him in both knee caps so he couldn't take his little whore dancing any more. He laughed at her and said she wouldn't shoot him. She said sign or else. He said no, she shot him in his right kneecap. She told him again to sign or she would shoot him in the left one. He signed the papers and she dumped him out on Peachtree St. in down town Atlanta, Ga. No, he never called the cops on her for either incident. She said if he did she would kill him. An she would have. This girl was real piece of work.

I know of one woman who, like myself, married a closeted gay man without realizing it. Her marriage lasted only three years, or a little more. It was her third marriage in less than ten years. She let go of the first two marriages without rancor; in fact, she ended the second marriage specifically so that she could be with the third one. They were married within 3 months of meeting; this was back in the late 70s. When he came out as gay, she insisted on trying to make it work, but of course it couldn’t last and they ended up getting a divorce.

That man’s life would never be the same after that divorce. She went on a rampage, a path of destruction for more than 40 years against him. She smeared him endlessly, wrote books about their marriage, outed him on a syndicated television talk show, and began publicizing her services as an “expert counselor” on the subject of gay/straight marriages. To be specific, she only does this for gay man/straight woman marriages. For all her self-avowed expertise, lesbians married to straight men are not and never were her concern.

While she put on her act of “counseling” women in these marriages, behind the scenes she continued to wreak havoc and revenge on him. She let his two pet cats run away. She paid someone to post flyers in his condominium complex that there was a pedophile living in the building. When he went overseas for a few months, she arranged to have his HIV meds delayed and not delivered to him, and when he returned to the States, she attempted to get his insurance canceled. When their daughter came out as lesbian, she blamed it on him and his genetics; that he had passed his homosexuality on to their daughter via his genes. The lesbian daughter eventually left her to live with her gay father; she couldn’t take the constant gay bashing coming from her mother. The daughter didn’t even tell her mother that she was a lesbian herself, and you can guess why that was so. Her mother only found out accidentally when someone else mentioned it to her, after the daughter had moved out.

As part of her counseling services, she offers to out your gay husband for you, if you, the wife, are afraid to do it. She also tells the women who listen to her that she does not condone any kind of marital infidelity. This while having an affair with a married co-worker whose wife was in treatment for cancer. She rationalizes it by pointing out that she is not the married one in the affair; in fact, the reason this arrangement works well for her is that they are not married.

In what must be one of the clearest demonstrations of the defense mechanism known as “projection,” her conclusion about closeted gay men who marry straight women is that they are narcissists, sociopaths and/or psychopaths. It’s a regular and recurring theme in her “counseling” message.

For forty years she kept up this barrage of abuse, falsehoods and lies about her ex-husband, while claiming to be a marriage counseling expert. Revenge? This went way beyond revenge. It’s sociopathic. It only ended when he died.

What if you do destroy them?

What if your plans go much better than expected, and you smash their lives into kindling-wood? Very seldom do people live in a vacuum; imagine if someone destroyed you, how many lives would that affect?

If someone destroyed you, who else would be caught in the crossfire?

In the heat of the moment, you may wish to annihilate your ex, but as time goes on, you just may not care any more. Years from now, you might wonder what it was all about, and feel neither here nor there about the person. At that point, you may wish you had just gotten on with your life and done the things you want to do. What if your plans go far better than you expect?

Something to consider before going to war,

Robert

Ooh boy. Okay. Strap in. This one gets bumpy for all parties involved.

I had two mutual acquaintances : Lawerence and Samantha.

Had is very important here. I do not condone anything that follows:

Lawerence was a charming, flirtatious guy. He was the kind of guy that people would say “oh that scamp” with a silly smirk even when he did something completely uncool like fart at a funeral.

He got away with everything. I remember that was one of the first things I noticed about him.

About 1 year after I met them, Samantha was at a house party I was throwing and got wasted. Apparently she had just found out some things and hadn’t disclosed she was aware of them yet.

In the course of a year he had:

• Cheated on her multiple times, including with her best friend.
• Totaled her car, which she found out he was using to go see another girlfriend.
• “Borrowed” money and pawned her items without her knowledge.
• There was a lot more but it gets slightly more personal so I’ll leave it at: dude was a real bastard.

We weren’t that close and she was quite drunk so I mostly just said things like, “you sure that happened? You okay?”

She told me she had found texts, phone calls etc that proved everything she was saying.

She sobbed, “And I’m so fucking pissed cause he’s been talking about us getting pregnant”

I said, “well you definitely shouldn’t be talking to me about this, you should go talk to him.” (Secretly I was thinking, “…far away from my house.” )

I remember her face…..she was a very beautiful girl and I don’t think she had ever been told “I don’t care about you” to her face in any type of words.

She seemed shocked.

She then started…

Screaming.

Hitting.

Sobbing.

Demanding.

Flipping out.

Twitching.

Choking I think briefly?

Causing the biggest scene I’ve ever seen

She threw such a tantrum that no one at that party, all like 50 or so of us, talked to our “friend” Lawerence for like a year. He was a bastard but she was also just fucking coco puffs. I think they stayed together.

I’m pretty sure he never recovered, I moved.

Pretty sure they deserved each other.

My soon to be ex wife was screwing my “friend.”

Prior to us moving states I had a friend that my family basically raised off and on due to whatever reason, but I knew her situation and I allowed her to move in with us. Biggest mistake I could have made. My wife and I had a rocky relationship from the start of our marriage, but we have a child “together” so neither of us really wanted to part ways. For me, it was because I love my kid and didn’t want to be away from her and for her I think it was mostly the financial benefit of having me around and also less stress with having two parents in the house.

Anyway, this “friend” moved in and things were cool. We paid the rent and she paid a bill. Everything was legit cool until shit started to unravel. My wife and I went out of town for her birthday and returned on a Monday. That Tuesday while I was outside on our front porch she came out and told me that she wasn’t happy anymore and she wants a divorce. I was devastated and relieved all in one. Devastated because how could you leave me after all the cheating I stayed through, but relieved because I wasn’t the one to break us up and I knew that one day she would try to come back and I would have the satisfaction of declining her because I know how good of a person I am and was.

I would vent and cry to this “friend” for a few months. Literally day in and day out. She would tell me just let it go and to move on because I didn’t deserve to be put through any of that (you know, the normal bullshit you would hear during a breakup or divorce) my wife would drop her off and pick her up from work and I wouldn’t think anything about it until one day after my daughter’s birthday in 4 months after her moving in stuff just didn’t seem right. My wife’s brother came to my room on night and asked me did I think they were sleeping around. I told him no because I trusted my friend enough and there was no way she would do me like that. He told me he thinks they are sleeping around because my friend would be in her room at night. After that night, I would listen for when her bedroom door opens and to hear if the front door would chime. Her door would open and the front door never did so that told me she was still in the house. After a while of that I was still in denial. Apparently they would fight while I was away at work and I would come home to things broken in the yard and in the house, but I was still in denial.

My wife came to me one night while I was on my phone talking and said she was going to pick my friend up from work and to watch our child. I asked if she had taken a bath yet and since she hadn’t I was going to give her one. I gave my daughter a bath and when she got out she wanted to use her iPad again. I did not know the code. I guessed. When I guessed the iPad opened up and I had no intention on going through it, but something said I had to. I fought with myself for a good 30 seconds and then I said “what the hell, I’m doing it” now, I had no right because we were already going through a divorce, but I just couldn’t fight the urge. Now, though my daughter uses it, it was my wife’s. Everything from her phone went to this iPad. I found pictures of them on dates, screenshot messages from them, the whole 9. They would sneak on the weekend and get hotels while I was home with my daughter. One would leave the day prior to make it like they weren’t together that weekend. Anyway, I found so much shit my head couldn’t process it. I waited a good day to say anything. First, I started packing my things in secret so it would be easier for me to leave once I brought it to their attention. The night I brought it to their attention via group chat. They told me I was delusional and crazy and that nothing was going on. I had the proof in my phone, but they didn’t know I went through the iPad. I moved out in the middle of the night leaving everything behind, but clothes and my dog.

A month or so after while I was at work a friend of my wife came to my job. She proceed to tell me how the friend was in jail for beating my wife up. Two months after that my wife got a DUI. One month after that the girl is back in jail(currently) for trying to kill my wife.

I am currently contracting overseas making a good amount of month still providing for my daughter. My divorce is still pending going on a year now. My wife and I are on speaking terms for the baby. I believe in karma. I literally had to do nothing, but walk away and everything else handled itself. May not be “savage” but I honestly won out of this situation. Not to mention, she “misses” me. Oh, I bet you do..

Knew a guy in school who always accused his gf of being a slut. He did it to justify his actually being a cheating POS and an asshole.

Well, she gifted him a VHS (this was in the 90's) left in his apartment when she went home for winter break. Rumor has it, the video kicked off with the bf's Dad and Uncle tag teaming her.

God only knows what else could've been on the tape. That opening act is enough to break a man. I can't verify the content, but I know for a fact the tape existed.

The bf in question is still around (20+ yrs later) happily, openly gay now. I am not saying the tape “made” him gay. In hindsight, we were all young at the time and I think he had trouble accepting / expressing his sexuality and took it out on women. I am far from a psychologist…just speculation.

Date: March 2009

Location: Crime Infested Side Street near S. Tacoma Way, Tacoma, Washington.

The Recipient:

Events Leading Up To Savage Revenge Are As Follows:

1. I had a roommate who had an annoying friend. One night after a couple drinks, the roommate’s friend and I hooked up.
2. The friend’s name was Rulon. He was a clinger.
3. I could not get him out of my house. He wanted to move in and bring his 3 kids. I already had 2 kids of my own, so 3+2=almost Brady Bunch. I politely declined.
4. But he wouldn’t leave. He just kept making excuses to come back over, such as, “Hey, I buried something in your backyard, do you mind if I come dig it up?”
5. That really happened.
6. He also “borrowed” my car and money and went to the casino without my knowledge or permission. He lost all my money at the casino and didn’t return my vehicle until my daughter was already late for school.
7. Enough was enough.

And here is where the story begins.

I told him I was invited to a 70’s themed birthday party. The Clinger in him immediately added a plus one to my invite.

Hmmm…now what to wear?

Well, I had something in mind I thought he would look real sexy in. It looked something like the guy in the middle:

I had the perfect shorts for him. His balls were literally hanging out and he felt a bit insecure, but I assured him that no one would even notice.

Oh and I added a wig because you always have to add a wig.

With the help of my roommate who had also grown to despise his friend’s antics, we decided to remove Rulon to an area of town that would perhaps be a little more accommodating to his eccentric lifestyle.

My roommate borrowed Rulon’s car to pick up a “date.” He actually parked Rulon’s car on a street in a less than desirable neighborhood and left it.

Rulon wanted to get his car back before going to the party, so I dropped him off on the street where his car was located.

I headed back home. There was no costume party.

Rulon spotted his vehicle, but he had no keys. He tried calling me. No answer. He tried calling my roommate. No answer.

He must have walked up and down that street for hours looking for my roommate to access his car. I cannot be quite sure, because I turned my phone off.

He eventually knocked on the door of my roommate’s friend who threatened to call the police for suspicious behavior of a white male wearing a prostitution outfit walking around randomly knocking on doors looking for car keys to a car no one could be sure was his.

Had a friend whose marriage went to crap. His wife cheated on him which he found out about and then she divorced him, I always found this profoundly ironic. Anyway, by the end she thought he was just a lazy person who wouldn’t ever amount to anything. He was a fellow programmer, and a good one, so I knew damn well he wasn’t lazy or insolvent or incapable in any way. He was just a really nice person and she was a manipulative narcissist who wasn’t getting everything she wanted “right now”, so I was glad to see them split up. He went and started a software company and is now a multi, multi, millionaire and she has 3 or 4 kids from different fathers and is single basically living on welfare. Best revenge ever!

Well… It wasn't exactly planned and it may not be as savage as some of the other answers but here goes.

My husband and I grew up in the same neighborhood/community. We went to the same schools (albeit with a couple years difference) and kind had the same mutual friends as our parents went to the same church and all that.

In our teens things got a bit crazy and I went the goody two shoes way and he went the rebel/oppressed way. He wasn't nice to his classmates and had problems with pretty much everyone in every school he ever went to but that's a story for another day.

At 14 I had this huge crush on this cute guy from school that lasted for about 3 years. We ended up kissing twice but once he found out I had this big crush on him he became very mean to me, said some very hurtful things to me, dated my best friend and some other friends of mine.

Anyway around 17 yo I finally got over it and about that time my now husband and I started dating. He had gotten over his rebel ways and was always very sweet, sometimes he'd call me and play his guitar to me until I slept, always said I was pretty (despite me having horrible issues with my self image) and was a pretty good friend.

One day after we had been dating for a long time (we got married I was 19) I was in the bus coming back home when the old crush walked in and sat next to me. First thing he asked me was if I was dating anyone. That was always the first thing he'd ask me whenever he saw me at random places.

I said yes. In fact just got engaged.

To whom? He asked.

Kel. I said.

He then told me how much of a fool I was to marry such a stupid guy. I probably was marrying him because I couldn't get anyone better. He said the best thing I'd ever been able to catch was a cold. Lol.

Anyway. Turns out my husband had whooped his ass back in the day for some teenage beef. He wasn't able to get over it and hated my husband ever since.

Me finding the love of my life was the best revenge I got against my “ex”. The fact that my now husband had kicked his ass back in the day was just the cherry on top.

This is us. 12 years and 1/half kids later. ;D

Thanks for the A2A Sean. =D

I have seen a lot in my years (probably too much) and this story was quite unusual even for me. This is a long story so bear with me.

My husband worked with a man, let's call him Cliff, and over time they became good friends. He was a very nice man, in his late 30′s and looking at him you’d have guessed he may have been handsome once. He had very blonde hair which was scattered with gray, beautiful blue eyes and a nice build. One of those builds you get from working hard outside, not the gym. He looked much older than his years. He’d had a very hard life and it showed in his face.

Cliff joined a swingers group. As you can imagine he enjoyed it very much. He met a couple named Carlos and Diane, not their real names, and they became an “item". I don't know if there was another female involved, I never heard of one. Carlos was tall and thin, curly hair and nothing that would spark much interest. Diane was average height and weight, very buxom and although semi-attractive her years of hardship were evident in her face as well. Diane was in her early 40′s, Carlos in his mid to late 40′s. (In case you're wondering my husband and I never participated in that part of Cliff's social scene. Not judging, just not our thing.)

For a while things seemed to be going great. Everyone seemed happy and there were no complications. Eventually Carlos began to feel Cliff and Diane were meeting outside of their little ménage à trois and becoming close on an emotional level. He was right. From what we understood this was against the rules or at least their rules. A huge fight or rather series of fights ensued and as one would expect Cliff was eventually booted out of the relationship. Carlos and Diane became close again and eventually began swinging with other folks.

During the time Cliff, Carlos and Diane were seeing each other, Cliff met their daughter, “Darlene”. Darlene was 19 years old with big brown eyes and beautiful skin. She was quite heavy but basically a very pretty young girl though somewhat immature and dimwitted. When they met she had just given birth to a baby girl. The baby daddy took off (the only smart one in this torrid tale) the minute Darlene told him she was pregnant so he was not in the picture.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Darlene had developed quite a crush on Cliff. She was unaware of the relationship between him and her parents. After the threesome's separation, Darlene reached out to Cliff and they began a relationship in secret still unaware of her parent's previous relationship with him.

Soon Cliff and Darlene made their relationship known to Carlos and Diane. It was not received well by either but especially Carlos. Fucking his wife was one thing but his daughter was quite another. Diane came around quickly, her daughter's happiness most important to her. Carlos however never really seemed to warm up to the idea. He always kept his distance. Cliff and Darlene had a small wedding. Nothing too extravagant but still very nice.

Time went on and Cliff settled into his new role as husband and father. It was a walk in the park for him. He was very attentive to Darlene and he loved and cared for that baby girl as if she were his own. They even talked about having another baby soon. Cliff seemed really happy.

One day my husband saw Cliff at work. He looked preoccupied and worried. My husband walked up to Cliff and asked if everything was ok.

C: (Heavy sigh) “Not really, Man.”

H: “Do you want to talk about it?”

After a long pause, Cliff said, “I started seeing Diane again. . . . and she's pregnant.”

My husband said he knows it's not very manly but he almost fainted. “Dude! Are you sure? I mean isn't she like in her 40’s? What about Darlene and the baby???”

C: “It’s for real. We went to the doctor and everything. She had that test, baby seems fine. We have to do something cuz she's already starting to show.”

H: “What about Darlene?”

C: “We don’t wanna hurt her but we wanna be together. Go somewhere and have a fresh start. You know what Dude? It’s a boy.”

My husband said his mind was reeling. He told Cliff he was sorry things were so jacked up but that if he needed anything or needed to just go drink a beer, to hollar. (I guess that's what guys say when they offer to talk?) Anyway, he said Cliff thanked him and he would probably take him up on that beer.

The next few weeks were crazy. Cliff and Diane got Carlos and Darlene together that very same night. They told them everything. Don't forget Darlene never knew about the relationship between Cliff and her parents prior to marrying Cliff so she got a double whammy. Naturally there were fights and more fights and over the next few days more and more fights. Diane moved out of the house that same night and moved into Cliff's place. Prior to this night Cliff had already rented an apartment without Darlene’s knowledge. He had also moved most of his things over there but Darlene being the air head she was hardly noticed. Cliff and Diane told them how they planned to move away and begin a fresh start. Neither wanted anything out of the marriages except their freedom.

No one could have known how much Carlos and Darlene were seething.

Cliff had a car but it needed work so he rode his motorcycle. He decided to get the car fixed so that Diane and the baby would have transportation. Plus, although they didn't have much, since they were taking off on their new adventure they needed the car to carry their things. Cliff had the car towed to a mechanic shop and the mechanic told them it would be about a week before it was done.

Sometimes when the moon and the stars align perfectly it's not always a good thing.

The mechanic knew Darlene through some of her girlfriend's boyfriends. They were all sitting around one evening having a few beers and the mechanic mentioned to Darlene that Cliff had dropped off and was picking up a car. He knew nothing about what was going on and assumed the car was for Darlene. For Darlene it was just the stroke of luck she needed. Darlene told her father and their own idea of a fresh start for Cliff and Diane would soon come to fruition.

The evening Cliff went to pick up the car Diane of course went with him to drive it home. After all the formalities were taken care of Cliff and Diane stood around talking to the mechanic for a while telling him of their plans. The mechanic was shocked but congratulated them both. Cliff had his back to the street, the mechanic facing Cliff was looking toward it. All of a sudden the mechanic’s face went pale and everyone turned to see why. There stood Carlos, gun in hand staring directly at Cliff. Diane screamed but before anyone could move Carlos lifted his arm and shot a huge gaping hole right through Cliff's chest. He died instantly. Carlos took off on foot.

Carlos fled to Mexico. Weeks went on but the police finally captured him as he tried to come back across the border. Once in custody he cut a deal. Voluntary manslaughter, 7 years, out in 4 with good behavior. (This was premeditated, how they came up with voluntary manslaughter is a mystery to me.)

Darlene was never charged with anything. She was young and the mother's of a young child. Despite knowing exactly what her father was about to do, the DA felt it would serve no purpose to put a young mother in jail.

We don't know what happened to Diane and the baby.

Cliff was killed in a senseless fit of jealous rage. His son would never know him, his soon to be bride left to raise him on her own. He never got his revenge.

Edit: Typo, subject name.

By savage I assume you meant something physical. This is about the most savage I could think of from my personal experience. There were 3 players. I knew them all. T was the nice lady with 2 kids from her marriage to X, X was her hostile violent abusive alcoholic ex husband, H was the now nice guy live in boyfriend. T & H worked at the same location where X now jobless from the same employer because of alcohol issues would wait outside for them to get off work. X would stalk, terrorize, harass, & physically attack each of them on a pretty regular basis. Everyone was afraid of X because of his bad attitude & temper. T, her 2 kids & H shared a mobile home on private land in the country far from local police. One day X showed up at their mobile home drunk, violent & nasty as usual where he was screaming hate, more threats, & profanity outside their home. The police had been called but didn't get there soon enough to be of any help for T & H as X smashed in their door & proceeded to force his way into their home where he began choking T again. H owned a couple of guns & grabbed a hand gun & shot X killing him in their living room. Let's just say that no one was going to miss X as he was a poor excuse for a human being even way back in high school where I had first met X. The screwed up part was that H was arrested for murdering X. It was easy to prove self defense but the judge found H guilty of a lower degree of manslaughter & H had to spend a full year in prison. We really have no proof but most people think T was actually the person who shot X & H being the good guy he was took the blame so that T did not have to be seperated from her kids but that was their story & they stuck with it. The ultimate revenge was death to that horrible excuse who was her X .

Thankyou for the A2A Sean Kernan,

So this happened to a friend of a friend. (I am aware this will sound like more of a story as you read it. He told me all the details about the encounter, I wanted to make it more engaging to the readers instead of just explaining facts.)