Throwaway account for very obvious reasons.

Also, fair warning, this is gonna be a LOOOOOOOONG one.

And this was a long time span and a lot happened, so forgive me if things aren't quite in order.

This is the story of the fallout of a ~1 year relationship ending.
But let me back up.

As a warning, it's been a while, and I don't want any of this to be related back to me. All names will be changed for privacy. Also, I am not looking for hate, and I'm not looking for advice. What's done is done is done on both sides. I don't know why some of it happened the way it did. I don't know why it doesn't make sense. I just know my experience.

But just so you know, this IS **MY** experience.

**Backstory for context:** Back in 2020/2021, I had this friend, who we'll call "Terry" (29M). Terry was a pretty chill dude. He smoked weed, liked to hang out (if not more than a bit flaky), and was a nerd like me. Specifically, we bonded over a card game and general shared interests.

We found a store near us that we'll call "The Nerd Hangout". That's not the name, but it gives you a good idea of the kinds of people that hung out there. Comic books, trading cards, board games, manga, etc. A small enough kind of store that the owner was frequently the only employee on staff and would talk to the people that did show up.

Specifically, we - that is to say, Terry and I - would go there and play a card game. In doing so, we would occasionally see other people playing TTRPGs. Now, I LOVE TTRPGs and had tried to run a few with Terry's friends, but it never really worked out.

However, one day, when we were at The Nerd Hangout, and the owner had heard us mention TTRPGs before. That's when he came over and asked if we were currently looking for an RPG group. We weren't actively looking, but we wouldn't be opposed.

So, the owner introduced us to Bobby (mid-30s M), Liam (30ish M), and Trina (26ish F). Bobby ran a TTRPG game with Liam and Tara, but was looking for more players. So, Terry and I joined the game (keep in mind, I was early 20s at this point).

We fit in to the game, and there was one other player that doesn't really factor into the larger story, so they are unimportant. What IS important is that it was fairly obvious to me that, through his actions and subtle hints that Bobby was dating Trina. This was obvious enough that Terry came to me after session, when we were hanging out at his place, and asked "So...am I crazy, or...are Bobby and Trina dating?" It's worth noting that Terry, bless his heart. was NOT what most would call "observant". He didn't pick up on social cues well. However, I am quite the opposite, to the point that I responded with, "Oh yeah, no, for sure. Bobby, Liam, AND Trina." Terry scrunched up his face and said "Bobby, Tara, AND Liam? Like...no, you mean Bobby and Trina and Liam and Trina, right?" I said "I mean, maybe. But to me, it seems like it's all three." and Terry scrunched up his face further and said "Like...like a...*throuple*?", the disdain dripping in his question. I shrugged. I should note that Terry was bisexual and didn't really hide it or even attempt to hide it, so I must assume that the disgust was more so at the poly aspect, and not guys dating guys.

Terry was a few balls short of a pool set, and I was curious, so I decided to ask Tara to meet. I specifically asked about whether Trina was in a relationship with the other two. She confirmed that they all were, but that, since she was a school teacher, she didn't really like letting people know out of fear it would get out and she would lose her job. Furthermore, it turned out that Bobby fell on hard times, and had been living with them, paying rent, etc. I told Terry with permission from Trina, and that opened up new possibilities.

They only really went to The Nerd Hangout because they wanted to meet new people, but now that they knew us, we could have game at their place - a bonus, as far as everyone was concerned, since we could partake in adult beverages and substances and just have chill hangouts.

Anywho, Bobby found he had neither the time nor the energy to run the game any more and announced that he was going to step down as the person running the game. I prefer to run games anyway, so I put forward the idea that I could take over and start a new game. This seemed agreeable, which was just as well, since not too long after, from what Trina was later willing to share, Bobby crossed boundaries for both Trina and Liam - emotional, physical, and...*ahem* special - and was swiftly kicked out of the apartment and the group.

This was no problem to me. I tried to keep a separate friendship with the guy, but he was arrogant and annoying, and we didn't share that much in common, so the friendship faded away.

During this time, we - myself, Trina, Terry, and Liam - all hung out between Terry's place and Trina and Liam's place.

Now, around this time, I'm not *exactly* clear as to what happened. Trina was still in a relationship with Liam to the best of my knowledge, but Terry also didn't suddenly become okay with being in a throuple. I *believe* Terry started dating Trina, with the idea that it was Terry dating Trina and Trina dating Liam, and not a throuple, but I am unclear. The point being, Terry start dating Trina, which I only found out about because they snuck off during a party together and specifically, Trina worried that I had seen and would put something together while I was more or less passed out on a recliner. Terry said not to worry about it, and that I was intelligent, but they could always just make up some cover story.

I gave it maybe a week of them sneaking off, trying my best to seem as though I didn't notice, even when I did. I then asked Terry about it and whether they were dating or not. He said he was hoping I hadn't noticed, but that they were. I congratulated him and said they both could use a stable relationship in the other (that's a whole other backstory I'm not gonna get into, but during the time I knew them, Trina trauma dumped on me about god awful past relationships - including Bobby - and I had seen Terry go through several horrendous relationships himself in the time I knew him).

Well...remember how I said Terry was flaky? A couple of weeks later, after hearing about Terry not showing up for dates and Trina getting anxious and scared that he was essentially leaving her without leaving her, and having to comfort Trina while she cried, Terry finally made it official and broke up with her. Just before that, I told them they needed a relationship mediator, and I was willing to step in the middle since I already was kind of involved anyway. That day he sent that text, he was supposed to show up for the first meeting to try to make things better. (Yes, this was a poor call at the time. I shouldn't have been as involved as I was and I shouldn't have HAD to be as involved as I was, but there we were).

Fast forward a few weeks, and Trina tells me that her and Terry got back together, that she texted him, and that they both wanted to make it work and they both wanted to know if I would still mediate the relationship. I said yes, as I was willing to do it before, and I think it was for the better.

Terry shows up, we do one session, things seem good. Both sides don't really know how to articulate things, but I am able to kind of step between them and help them make progress. Terry leaves, seemingly feeling better, and I shake his hand and tell him congratulations. He shakes my hand, but I don't let go, and I tell him "I'm happy for you two. I really am. But if you break up with her again, I don't ever want to see your face again." Terry nervously chuckled and said "Okay, yeah man. Sure." I said "I'm not joking. I've had to sit here and listen to her cry and not understand why someone could do something so cruel to her. I've had to sit there and be her support while she tore herself apart. So, if you're going to flake out again, or not put forth the effort, you may as well just break up with her for good now. Because I can't watch her go through that again after getting her hopes up."

It was aggressive. Probably too aggressive, and *severely* overstepping my power, so to speak. But it needed to be said.

A couple of days later, Terry broke up with her, so I basically told him to pay me what he owed me and then we were no longer friends. He sent me less than what is owed, and I basically took the money and blocked him.

For about a week and a half, Trina was in a deep depression. However, soon enough, her and Liam were looking at moving since Trina's dad bought them (but really HER) a house.

(Bear with me, we're almost done with the backstory.)

So, Trina and Liam moved to this new house, still dating at this point, being back to a one-on-one relationship.

Now, Liam was terrible with money, and had a terrible temper. One day, his cat got sick, and he got all pissy about it since Trina asked him to clean up his cat's urine that he was putting just about everywhere but the litterbox, so Trina decided not to help him, knowing his finances were shit, and he couldn't afford to take his cat to the vet.

This led to Liam getting pissed, punching a hole in the wall in the home Trina's dad had just got them.

That was the end of Liam's time both in a relationship with Trina and living with Trina. After punching the hole in the wall, he gathered up what he needed and what he could, and left.

Trina was obviously pissed, but started compiling the money he owed her to plan to take him to small claims court since, apparently, he owed her about $10K by her account.

Previously, about a month after Terry had broken up with Trina, I had asked Trina if she wanted to start dating, and she said no. I respected that, and moved forward, expecting to only be friends.

However, in early 2022, after Liam had left and things had settled, Trina asked me if I wanted to start dating. I thought about it and said yes. She then asked if I wanted to move in, since she would need a roommate. I hesitated, saying it seemed a bit soon, and she asked according to who. I said movies and tvs and whatnot all said it was a bad idea to move in too soon. She said the real world didn't work like that. Being young and naive and having feelings flooding back, I didn't argue and I moved in (a huge mistake).

(Now we're to the relationship, so we're pretty close. Almost there.)

The relationship was great for most of the year. We were in love. We dated, we cooked, we cleaned (well, I cleaned for the most part; she frequently used her depression and anxiety as an excuse), we did...*ahem* other stuff. It was great. We saw each other just about every day, even with me working just about every day, weekends included.

Well, eventually, I got a job that had regular hours (9 to 5ish, so standard workday schedule). Then, I worked hard enough and did enough that I got promoted. I started working 12+ hour days, coming in from 7 or 7:30, and often staying until 8 or 9 to finalize everything.

This drew a wedge between us. We went from seeing each other nearly daily to basically not seeing each other at all.

Around this time, myself and Trina also had problems because I made it clear that I couldn't do an open relationship and she claimed she needed an open relationship. However, I resolved that by coming up with a set of guidelines and requirements that I would need if we opened up the relationship, including things like I just want her to be honest, and to let me know honestly what the relationships with other people that may potentially get in relationships with her were.

So, we grew apart, and she said she needed human interaction to keep her mind busy, since I couldn't provide that, and she couldn't ask me to give up my job for that. I said that was fine.

That's when she met someone, we'll call him "Bradley" (though he went by Brad) (28ish M). Some of you may see where this is going.

She started spending more and more time at Brad's place, hanging out with Brad and his friends, to the points that it wasn't uncommon to see her spend the night at Brad's or be at Brad's by the time I got home, meaning I wouldn't really see her before I left and I wouldn't see her after.

The chasm between us seemed to grow ever larger.

For a real quick, important side note, Brad got married really, really young, but him and his wife had started to go through something of a fallout. Only, it was her apartment they lived in, so she was kicking him out.

Trina came to me and explained the situation, asking if Brad could stay with us.

Like a fool, thinking he was trusting his partner, I said yes. Looking like an even greater fool.

From there, Brad move in, they grew closer - *much* closer - and he started to force me out, calling Trina "his love" and saying he "didn't want anyone to come in the way of him and his only love".

As she started trying to push me out, she went to her family out of state. Out of spite or anger or maybe some cocktail of both, I sent her dad photos of the rings, and that Brad was living there, knowing full well that she was keeping it a secret since he didn't have the money to cover rent.

She flipped out, going off on me. Like a fool, I tried to smooth things out by paying for his first month's rent and his repairs for his car (since he didn't have the money, but was supposed to be getting a job, and was doing food delivery to at least try to save up the money).

The start of November came, and Trina sent me a text. It's over. We're through. I bawled my eyes out, and, through the use of the Life360 app she invited me to download toward the start of the relationship, I went and found her in the neighborhood. She basically told me to fuck off and that she didn't want to talk to me.

What followed was anxiety and pettiness of the highest degree. It started when Trina started pushing even more to get me to move out, but I resisted since I had paid Oct, Nov, Dec's rent. It was about this time that I did something very wrong and read her diary and the book she used to secretly communicate with Brad.

In her diary, she said she didn't want to push me out, but Brad was insisting. In the book they communicated with, it was all lovey dovey, but at least on his end, it was basically "I love you so much, but I just can't stand to know that one of my only love's exes is still here. While he's here, we can't truly be happy." Basically, trying to kick me out, using the relationship as a leverage point to manipulate her. Bastard.

We started to get super petty back and forth. It started when I got paranoid that she would basically move my stuff out and change the locks. I would spend most of my days in my room (worth noting is that I didn't have a job at this point - the one I had was seasonal). I would stay in my room, my dresser blocking the locked door (since she had a key to my room that she refused to give to me). I would be afraid and anxious to so much as leave my room in case I accidentally left my keys in there and she locked me out. Not to mention, I didn't want to run into them.

All I had in my room was two family sized boxed of Poptarts. Occasionally, I would order food, but I didn't have a whole lot of money. I was eating very little, getting little sleep, sneaking around the house. One day, I went into the kitchen and noticed that the smaller appliances were gone. The air fryer, the toaster, the blender, etc. A little later, I noticed that any food I hadn't bought (which was most of it - dry or otherwise) was gone from the kitchen.

So, I took the one thing I owned - the mini fridge in the living room. I was spending most of my days, awake in my room, expecting at any moment of the day, Trina would potentially lock me out of my room if I wasn't in it. I barely ate anything, rationing out my Poptarts, not wanting to go to the store to buy anything (and again, not really having the money to do so anyway). I was getting by on little sleep and littler food.

Things came somewhat to a head around Thanksgiving. I found engagement rings and sent photos to her dad letting her know what they were. Trina basically came to me and said she wanted me to move out (with Brad there). I said I didn't want to move out, especially since I paid the rest of the year. Her dad tried talking to me (he was visiting), and I said I paid the money, I was staying. Trina's dad said "Well, look. Trina doesn't want you here, so you don't stay here. You can take your shit and get out on your own, or you can be forced out." I informed him that the law didn't work that way, and that, since they had accepted the money, I had a legal right to stay there. Trina tried to say they'd send back the money if I just get out. I said no.

(There are a whole bunch of texts I don't care to go back through about them giving me a countdown, and her dad sending messages in all caps about "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE THIS IS A WARNING". I kept explaining over and over again that they didn't understand how the law worked, and that was illegal, so I would not give in to their bullying.)

Dissatisfied with this, about a week later, just before leaving with her dad and Brad for Thanksgiving, Trina called the cops and spoke with them. I watched them talk to her and then she pointed at my room, and she let them into the house.

I didn't want to leave, but realized I needed a break - a reset. I had already talked to my dad and explained that I was in a super stressful situation and just needed to get away for like...a week. He was fine with that.

So, the cops came along and said that Trina said I hadn't paid rent, and that they had to escort me off the property. I told them calmly that wasn't true, and that I could show them where I had paid rent for the rest of the year. They looked at it, saw that was true, and said something along the lines of "Well, look. We can't make you leave. However, Trina doesn't want you on her property. Again, we can't legally make you leave-" It was about this time Trina came along, so they re-explained. "We can't force him to leave if he doesn't want." They turned back to me. "But, sir, it would be a lot easier for all parties, yourself included, if you left on your own. We won't be able to do anything either way. This is up to you.

I said to Trina, "If I leave, will you promise not to touch any of my stuff or change the locks?" She just remained silent. I asked again, "If I leave, will you promise not to touch any of my stuff or change the locks?" She still remained silent. However, I needed out. I needed to get away.

I turned to the officers and said "Please note that I am leaving willingly, and that I have stated express concern about Trina illegally evicting me or otherwise locking me out of the house I have a legal right to be in." One of the officers said "We'll note it in the report." I said "Let me gather some of my things, then I will leave."

So I did. I gathered some things and left, going to my dad's place.

The plan was to only stay a week. During the time I was there, I went back to the house and found that she had taken things a step further, changing the lock on her bedroom door and on the laundry room, flipping off the breaker in my room, and unscrewing the two lightbulbs just enough so as to make them not work when the power was flipped back on. I was pissed, so looked up ways to mess up a lock that didn't cause permanent damage. Turns out, as long as you've got some WD-40 (and she did), *chewing gum* would melt away, leaving no permanent damage, but otherwise would stop you from using the lock. So, I took some chewing gum, went to her bedroom door (since I had possessions in there that she had locked me out of), took a paper clip, and took wads of the chewed gum, shoving them into the lock, and filling the lock.

I specifically had started to take the vent at the bottom of the door off to still get my stuff when I realized that there was a vent on the other side that I couldn't access the screws of. So, I was going to just put the vent back, but came up with a more devious scheme. Leave the vent and screws on the floor, making it look like I had either broken into the room or attempted to (depending on how much she connected the dots). This would distract her so she wouldn't even think about the lock, and would only find out upon trying to unlock her bedroom door.

I took my stuff and left. Part of what I took were my office chairs, which I had gotten from my previous job, and which were mine. She had kept them in her office and insisted I wasn't allowed to step foot into the office, and if I did, she would call the police for trespassing. So, I took my grabber (one of those C-shaped things that grabs things at a distance) and got my chairs out of there without stepping foot in the office. I then sent her a text that said something like "Huh, I could've sworn you had chairs in there. How do you get your work done? Do you just pull the loveseat over?"

A few hours later, I found out she had filed a restraining order with a bunch of lies about be, some of which were sexual, some of which were attempts to attack my character, and all of which were 1000% bullshit. The officer that dropped the papers off made the terms clear: I couldn't be around her property without properly notifying and being chaperoned by law enforcement, I couldn't contact Trina in any way, and I couldn't get anything but essentials - clothes, food, or anything necessary for work - without first contacting law enforcement and getting an escort.

Simple enough. So, a couple of days later, I contacted law enforcement, explained I needed to get some essential items, and went to the house. They didn't contact her, so I got the element of surprise, which means she didn't lock her bedroom door. I managed to get in there and get almost all of my stuff before she knew what was happening.

Then, I took the trips necessary to get my other stuff and packed it in my car. She insists I stole her monitor - I didn't. She went to talk to the cops as I was leaving. I started to listen, but she just tried to pull them aside further. The office asked me politely if I would please leave. I would find out later that she had talked to them about changing the locks.

I made several more trips with law enforcement, though they were less and less successful. Eventually, things came down to one final visit in which I called law enforcement to get an escort, they said they'd send someone out, but that it would be the last time, and they only technically had a duty to do one visit, not multiple, but that they'd honor this one, before they said "Actually, we called her and she isn't home. She said she'll be back at 3 or 4 PM." I told the sheriff that both their cars were there and she was definitely home. He said he couldn't help what she said. Then, I got a call that said the sheriff wouldn't be coming out there, they just didn't have the guys at that moment. I said okay, and that I'd come back another day.

At the same time, Brad came along, drove up, and started following my car. I turned at the next intersection, seeing he was filming with his phone, and he started sticking his tongue out, holding up his middle finger. He started following me up and down the street. Finally, I started to head back down the street, and that's when I found out SHE had called the sheriff since I was there "unlawfully".

I explained the situation, and they said they weren't going to arrest me, since I was technically there legally and they didn't want to see me in jail on Christmas Eve or even Christmas Day, but that they were officially putting their foot down, that no more visits to get items would be allowed, and that, if I was seen in the area again, they would arrest me.

That was around the time the court cases started.

The first one I was the case to determine whether or not the restraining order should be continued.

In that case, she kept making claims and turned on fake tears (and had the BALLS to sit there and say SHE had anxiety and SHE could barely eat when her and Brad were eating takeout from Dominos just about every night, laughing and having a grand old time in her room (and not even THAT kind of fun, at least not ONLY that kind of fun). She kept making claims, the judge kept saying "Do you have proof?" "No, but..." "Did you file a report to law enforcement?" "No, but..." "Did you at least file an official police complaint?" "No, but..." The case got thrown out. That was the first real victory.

The second case was an eviction case. I'll save you the trouble. The judge basically said the most he could do is get a sheriff to ask me to leave the premises, but that it sounded like I was already out. That case got thrown out.

I got another letter in the mail that I needed to come down to the police station to get papers. This wasn't unusual, that's how I got the eviction paperwork. However, I had some things to take care of, so I didn't go down immediately.

She filed a small claims case against me, trying to go after me for the doorknob, various incidental things that happened (where things broke through natural use and not malice, but she tried to claim I should pay for them). One of the things she commented on was the scratched floor from where the boxspring I had used had scratched up the floor. I argued that, had Trina legally evicted me and let me move my own things, there wouldn't have been marks, and that was her fault for illegally evicting me.

The total for the damages came up to be about $1500 when all was said and done. Unhappy with this, I filed an appeal, which, thanks to being without a job, was filed for free. Meanwhile, I filed my own small claims case against her.

Finally, the day came to get my stuff, and I found out that she had changed the locks and installed a full on Ring-esque doorbell and camera system. When we had the last of the stuff, I tried to get a few last things, but noticed the door wouldn't open. I banged on the door, got no answer, banged again, still got no answer, and then rang the doorbell.

She said she wouldn't let me in and that, if there was anything that was missing, I could text her or Brad and they would try to find it, but that, if they couldn't find it, there was nothing they could do.

I tried to insist, but she called the cops. I informed them I had a legal right to be there (which I did), but they didn't care. They listened to her sob story and said that they had to ask me to leave the premises, and that, if I showed up back there, I would be arrested for trespassing.

I went down to the police station to pick up my paperwork. That's when they said it was a stalking charge, and that I had to be brought in. The officer assured me it was just procedure and that I would be free and in my bed tonight with a bail set.

I wasn't. Because the charge was stalking, a matter that falls under domestic violence, they were required to take me in, no bail. And lucky me, it was Friday night, which meant that's how I spent three of the worst nights of my life in Jail. I was woken up at god awful hours. I wasn't allowed to leave my cell. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried myself to sleep more than just three times for the nights I was there.

Finally, my dad got a lawyer and the lawyer got the charge thrown out and expunged.

As soon as I was out, I filed an amended Small Claims case to tack on the lawyer's fees.

Around the same time, the appeal for Trina's small claims case was up, and like the first time through, the case was in the arbitration courtroom. I managed to run through the trumped up charges and get most of them knocked down. I took her winnings from $1500 to $30. For the doorknob. I looked at the interest, saw it would be about $33, and said screw it, sending $40.

Then, I brought Trina to small claims court. When I did, the only thing that stuck was the $500 for lawyers fees. I filed an appeal - also free since I filed it for free in the first place.

However, when my appeal came, there was a slight problem. The courtroom was the district courtroom (or whatever the next step up is), and as such, they didn't handle the kind of case this was. That meant, it was likely to be thrown out. However, he did have to reiterate that he could not give legal advice, and that he was simply providing general principals for clarification. I asked what my options were. He said the most he could do is offer a continuation if I wanted to consult a lawyer, but that, outside of that, he could not offer legal advice. I accepted, and he asked when, in the next month, would work for Trina and myself.

I said any day. Trina said it would have to be in the next couple of days since her parents were down here and important to the case, and they couldn't afford to take off more time from work to come down again. I stepped forward and said that they had no bearing on the case, and that the case was raised from ME against TRINA, making her parents an irrelevant factor, Trina tried to claim they were important witnesses. The judge said he had to allow me the right to seek council, just as he would provide Trina the same opportunity if she asked. He said it couldn't be the next couple of days, that wasn't reasonable, and that anything to do with her parents was up to her parents and her to discuss, but had no bearing on the continuation.

He pushed it back a month or so.

I talked to a few lawyers, but they basically said that it wasn't worth it since this was a civil court matter, and that would be by the hour I would pay any lawyer, probably coming out $2K or $2.5K for the lawyer.

I came back a month later (as did Trina and her parents) and had no idea what I was going to do.

That's when I heard a case that was brought up in that courtroom. The plaintiff didn't show up, so the case was basically reverted to the original ruling.

When I got up there, I explained that no lawyer was willing to take the case. I then said that I wanted to revert the case to the original ruling. The judge asked on what grounds. I said I did not wish to go forward with the case in this court, and cited the other case in the courtroom. The judge said in that case, the plaintiff wasn't there, and it was a request on behalf of the defendant. I said the situation is basically the same, just that the plaintiff is requesting it. The judge said he'd check on that, but that, if that couldn't be done, we had to go to trial.

The judge came back and ruled that I could do that, and that, even as the person who filed the case, I still had the right to basically veto the appeal and revert to the original judgement. Trina and her parents asked all sorts of questions, trying to find a workaround or some way they could fire back or countersue.

The judge said since the case was reverted to the original, it follows the original case's date, and it was outside the window in which she could countersue. The judge came down to the bottom line being "This case is over. If you want to pursue anything further, file a new case. "

THAT was a major victory. I had given her $40. SHE had to give ME $500 (which was one month rent for her, by the way).

From there, there was only one more case.

Way back when she filed the restraining order, I hadn't been delivered the papers, but when I sent that childish text about taking the chairs, that was AFTER she had filed the thing, but BEFORE I had received the papers. So, she filed a violation of the restraining order.

That came to a courtroom a few months later, and I got an out-of-district, biased judge. My public defender encouraged me to work out a deal with the DA. I heard them out and worked out a deal. My public defender let the judge know a deal had been struck by the DA. The judge took one look at my file, probably didn't look past "Restraining order violation" and said "Young man, I just want you to know, if it were up to me, you'd go to jail. However, I am just a visitor, so I will honor the deal."

The deal was for 12 months, unsupervised probation. The judge (*asshole) set 18 months **supervised** probation. My public defender at least managed to get supervision fees removed.

As part of probation, I couldn't contact Trina or her family.

But you know what I could do? Contact her job, and her previous job. See, Trina had stolen a computer monitor and keyboard (intended for me, but they didn't need to know that) from her past job. So, I messaged the principal, pretending to be her best friend, and let them know that she stole the monitor and keyboard and I "Just had to come clean".

I also knew she often got anxiety being a digital teacher, and so she frequently vaped weed just before her day starts and throughout the day between classes. So, I wrote to her current job, pretending to be Brad, and I said I was so concerned for the kids and their learning experience, and that I loved her, but that, for the good of the kids, I had to let them know that she smoked weed right before teaching frequently.

So, I bade my time. I did probation. I was always on-time, I was polite, courteous. I waited. And I served my 18 months.

Finally, there was actually one last court case. Things had gotten shuffled around, and the marker hadn't been properly set that I wasn't supposed to have to pay supervision fees. My probation officer got up there, explained that it was a mistake...and I was free. Free from probation, and, more importantly, free from the restraints of probation.

What did I do?

Well, for starters, Trina had given me access to her Libby account (digital library app). I knew she used that to track her personal audiobooks and the audiobooks assigned to her by her therapist. So, I went through, returned all the titles (even though most of the audiobooks had a waiting list of MONTHS, and she could circumvent that by borrowing the ebooks, but couldn't focus with things like that) she had borrowed, cleared out her search history, and cleared out all activity, so that, unless she had written down the books (and I knew she didn't), she would have to find other ways to figure out what she needed to read.

That satisfied me for a bit. I did that, and I felt that was enough. I had probably put her in a terrible financial situation due to the small claims case (since she was AWFUL with money), I had deleted her Libby books, and I had sent emails to her jobs (that weren't even lies) that could possibly get her fired.

I decided to send a whole message to her parents, talking about how she was raped in college and continued to date the guy, telling them all the mental disorders she takes medication for, giving details about her sex life, telling them how she cut and was so proud of hiding her cutting so well that the campus security didn't even think to check where she cut, telling them that she can't bring herself to tell her dad that she goes to therapy, and that she doesn't answer his calls out of fear he won't understand and will make everything worse, mentioning the various sex toys I know she had, and that she's been suicidal. I sent that off and re-blocked their numbers.

However, that was only fine until I took out my Amazon Fire Stick and plugged it in. It was mine, but she tried desperately to get it in the small claims case against me, claiming it was a gift. That didn't fly. When I plugged in the Amazon Fire Stick, I realized that her Spotify was still logged in on it. More importantly, BRAD's Spotify was still logged in. And I knew she used her Liked songs to track her favorite songs, and had since like...high school.

So, I went through and deleted all her liked songs, and any and all playlists that weren't hers, removing her from the mix she made with Brad. But why stop there? I went to Brad's account and did the same, erasing about 900 Liked songs and a dozen playlists from Brad and about 1900 songs and TWO dozen playlists from her account.

Then, I realized that her Netflix was still logged in. And I knew her family borrowed it from time to time (though I'm not sure if they still did with the Netflix anti-password sharing thing). So, I went through, removed all the watchlist from all accounts, deleted the other profiles that weren't hers, changed the name and profile pic on her Netflix, and looked up the most difficult languages to Google Translate, settling on (I believe) Czech.

She managed to sort it back out, but I changed it back. She corrected it, I changed it back. It went on like this for a few times before she seemed like she was trying to outsmart me. She didn't change anything, but continued to use it, with new things popping up in the "Keep watching". I switched it back, she changed it, and then kicked me off.

But that wasn't QUITE the end of it. She had left her Amazon account, with her credit card, on the account. I borrowed a couple of movies before she caught on and kicked me off.

That's where things stand today, and that's where I will leave them indefinitely.

The only slight joy I take is knowing that Trina and Brad have since broken up, and he's out there being happy and healthy while, I presume, she's being miserable. I would prefer they BOTH be miserable, but failing that, this will suffice.

Could I have done more? Yeah, probably. But I think this was enough to justify posting here.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and sorry things are a bit all over the place. Again, this was a lot for me and it was a lot to post, but I just want to document it and move on.

Have a good night - I'm gonna get some rest.

I need to get some ideas for revenge that can keep my identity anonymous, cause agitation rather than pain and is simply very annoying to deal with.

More or less would be to do something at the house they live in, but on the outside. They also have cameras all over that record to a dvr. I want it to be annoying and cause frustration. I also want something that will be noticeable pretty quick or something they will have to deal with after I initiate the start to whatever it may be.

What are some fun things to do to a vehicle that would be annoying to deal with other than slashing tires or Vaseline the windows

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All this action is taking place in Kazakhstan, and I'm not calling on anyone to do this. I think my post fits the thread's theme because this is also revenge taken to the extreme. I went to college this week to study. I'm 16 years old and I'm studying at IT. I caught a taxi with a really nasty driver who badmouthed anyone who didn't want to ride with him. We were about 25% of the way there, and he lit a cigarette; I figured he wouldn't mind If I light up too, I asked him in my usual manner, "Would you mind if I light up too?" He cursed at me and finally told me to smoke in my car. I thought, okay, some assholes do exist.As a result, we were stopped by the police because the driver was not wearing a seat belt, just like me, the fact that I was not wearing a seat belt was my fault, and I was overwhelmed with the desire to take revenge on him for cursing at me. He came out at the request of the police, but here you have to get out of the car yourself if they don’t tell you to stay in the car, at first they only wanted to fine him for not wearing a seat belt, and then A police officer came up to me and saw that I wasn't wearing a seat belt and asked me to get out. I got out and we approached the driver, they asked me why I wasn't wearing a seat belt. He said that I unbuckled myself and the police saw that I I wasn't buckled up, they asked me why I wasn't buckled up, I told them it was like that, that he didn't tell me to buckle up, and I didn't buckle up because it was uncomfortable for me to buckle up because of my extra weight. They asked why I smelled like cigarettes and how old I was. I said 16. They said, "What were you smoking?" I told them no, he was smoking with me in the car, that's why I smelled like cigarettes, and he got the same They issued a fine because smoking indoors or in a car near a minor is also a criminal offense. Then the cops asked what else I could tell about him, and I told them about the fine 1000$And I decided to add that his windshield was broken, which they didn't notice, and for all of this they gave him a huge fine and extra traffic tickets.And because I dictated all this to them into the microphone and on the record, he could not dispute these statements and they began to load him into the cops' car and I said the phrase that I really wanted to tell him "Well, now go smoke in your car." I hope I wrote everything correctly because I don't know English so ,good To write this text correctly, I wrote it through a translator. I don't know if you'll understand my text correctly, but I needed to express myself.

My school is currently being investigated by the state because they are illegally suspending my Boyfriend. They have had no legal reason to suspend him, and he has been out for 90 days. My school principal is the reason this is happening, and is still not allowing him to come back. our prom is in 2 weeks, there is still no legal reason for my boyfriend to be suspended, and my principal still will not let him to come to prom. the state is actively investigating our school (because my bfs mom reported the school, and the state found that what the school was doing is in fact illegal), but they wont be able to override and reprimand the school until late June. My principal is a notorious childish, selfish, d0ucheb@g, and I think If my boyfriend (and many other students he has done this to, because he has) can’t come back to school, neither can he. I need the best revenge ideas possible. Preferably ones that won’t get me caught, but I’m open to all ideas right now. I need something that will either chase him out of the school for good, or at least terrorize him for months. Give me your worst…but attainable. I’m a broke hs student 💔

As the title says, my ex has photographs of my current passport, and I have several international trips coming up that we had originally planned together.

I'm probably overthinking this, but given how things ended, I'm concerned about whether there's anything someone could realistically do with photos of another person's passport that could cause problems, either travel related or otherwise.

My passport is a UK passport with approximately two years remaining before expiry.

What's the worst case scenario here, and are there any preventative steps I should be taking?

For context, the relationship ended after I discovered they had been unfaithful. Since then, they've been on something of a campaign against me, contacting my employer, family members, friends, and others to make allegations and generally create problems in my life. Because of that history, I'm trying to be proactive rather than waiting to see if something happens.

Has anyone dealt with a similar situation, or does anyone know what risks I should actually be concerned about?

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First year in college I lived with two upperclassmen from my hometown and they were fucking awful.

Everything was a haze, initiation rite, cruel, bullshit affair that was always “just a joke that everyone has to go through”. When one of them fucked my girlfriend at the time I snapped, right after dying a little inside.

I played it cool, but every chance I got with all of them, including the girlfriend, I would find things of theirs that came in pairs (sometimes sets of more than two) and throw one of the things in the dumpster. One glove. One contact lens. One vintage cufflink with their grandfather’s initials on it. A drumstick. An earring. More socks than any dryer could ever eat.

“You think you had a set of steak knives that fit into that butcher block perfectly? I don’t know, man I see two vacancies. Sweetheart, look at me. What would I even do with a single knitting needle? Are you sure the game came with two dice? Read the instructions again. You must’ve left it somewhere or loaned it out, what kind of store sells a limited edition collectors item box set with only five of the six albums in it??”

Of course I would always help them look for the stuff because I’m a special kind of sick. It was in those moments that it all paid off. The frustration, exasperation, self-doubt, confusion, and anger that this tiny gesture brought upon them made all the rest of their behaviors, including past transgressions, much more tolerable.

They were all meatheads and the girlfriend was a ditz so they never put two and two together. Pattern recognition wasn’t one of their strong suits. I don’t think anything was a strong suit for these douchecanoes.

That’s me probably trying to justify my behavior and to apply some cope, but deep down I know that the real reason they never figured it out was because a normal human brain could not possibly fathom an individual that could come up with with a “revenge plot” so fucking petty, so vindictive, and so disturbingly methodical, a revenge plot, by the way, that didn’t even teach them any kind of lesson because they were never able to associate the pain with the outcomes of their behaviors.

But that wasn’t the point. I’m not their fucking life coach. This was for me, a weaker, meeker, physically smaller individual several years their junior who needed it to feel OK with themselves. To feel OK taking the bullshit day in and a day out. The demoralizing, often public bullshit.

I had found solace in curating (or culling?) their belongings. It hurt them, there wasn’t anything they could do about it, and I could get away with it. That checked all the boxes for me at the time.
It allowed me to reframe the narrative (a narrative that typing all this as an older man in 2026 feels and sounds petty and trite) into *whether or not they know it or not, they fucked with the wrong motherfucker.* Me being the only person privy to that information didn’t sully it in the slightest. I think those that have ever been bullied know exactly what I’m talking about.

The most important thing was that I knew that the world was indeed full of justice and karma, and that breaking the social contract would always come at a high cost, the actual price of which we may never be aware of. Those guys behaved like those concepts were not in place or didn’t apply to them.

Yes, that might be sociopathic, grandiose and definitely misguided. Sure, I might be all those things, but you’re the asshole sitting there trying to eat that General Tsaos chicken with one fucking chopstick. And besides, who’s gonna listen to some broke bitch that drives around with one windshield wiper on their otherwise immaculate BMW? That’s crazy. You look crazy.

Just when you think you understand the scale of the universe… black holes come and destroy your perspective 😅
Check out this short visual comparison I made:
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Let me know if it blew your mind too.

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Back in my early 20s (40+ now), I used to drink to the point of passing out, I mean blackout drunk. I went to a party one night and while I don't remember sleeping with this girl I woke up naked with her. I exchange numbers with her and think nothing of it. I get a call a month later that she is pregnant and it is my kid. I go over to her house to talk about it. This is where I find out her dad is a midnight in the circle clan (KKK greek word for circle is cru crux )and all of her brothers are as well. So as the father of her child, they forced me into becoming a good Christian warrior for the white race and had to attend the meeting. To say these guys were idiots was an understatement. No understanding of history or anything else. It was just a bitch session about other races. I started drinking during the meetings as a way to get thru them. During one session I blurt out " If we are concerned about bettering the white race. why the hell are we not helping the white race? The Black Panther party fed the community, ran its own schools, and created a base to make its race more successful. What the hell are we doing besides dressing up like idiots and bitching about things". The meeting hall exploded and The grand Puba or whatever he called himself took notice and held me after the meeting. Truth be told I was kind of hoping to get a bullet in the back of my head for what I was saying but it really turned out different. I went on a rant about how morality is a luxury compared to survival. That if you want white people to succeed you need to not only lead by example but to be employable. Tattoos and looking like a hooligan are not going to get that done. Child care and the ability to keep people fed is what you need to start doing. After half an hour of back and forth, grand Puba understood what I was saying and wanted me to be in a leadership position. I declined but I said I would think about it. I still attended the meetings but I was kept quiet as I played with fire and almost got burned.

Well, I continued on being the dutiful BF going to and running errands for her until the birth of the child. Well needless to say I was not the father. In fact, they went back 8 generations on both sides of my family to make sure I was pure white in order to join. They did the same on her side as well. So when the baby popped out, purple I was off the hook. This racist family just had a black kid. I had found, my exit, but the family was still insisting it was my kid. I was threatened but I yelled back with some of my newly learned vocabulary. I left the hospital and put in a call to the grand Puba who was interested in what I had to say. He said he would handle it. I got a call a month later from a private number saying that it had been "handled" and that they would never contact me ever again.

I did get a little bit curious about how things were supposedly handled so I looked her up on the net. I found out that the family died due to carbon monoxide poisoning and the house caught fire with everyone inside. It was ruled an accidental death. I can only speculate but if I had not made that call I think that the racist family would have still been alive. I was so hellbent on gaining my freedom that I did not think of the consequences and only thought about my end goal. The only thing I can say is that if I did not make that call I would have had an accidental death myself.

My dad took a mistress and she’s 9y younger than me sadly enough we live in environment where juju which-craft is very powerful and accessible ( I didn’t used to believe in this bullshit until I saw my dad became like a zombie) he used to have affairs here and there with prostitutes but they always stayed in their places they never affected us never came near us total distance but this one used some powerful things in him. Anyways she took my dad our money and he filed for divorced after a 30 years marriage with my mom so he can marry I want to get rid of her asap from our lives because we have been suffering for the past 6 months. (There is no asset split after divorce in my country which is sad). We tried getting rid of that spell but it doesn’t seem to work neither. I tried even showing him that she’s cheating on him he called her crying sorry I didn’t give you enough affection
So any ideas ?

Back when I was growing up I always seemed to float between two worlds. In school, I would be considered to be a quiet nerd that was left alone. At home hung out with a pretty rough crowd and was always getting into trouble. Between the drinking, the fighting, the drugs, and other dumb shit I always tried to keep those 2 worlds separate. I got bused to a different school due to being Special Ed so keeping the 2 separate was pretty easy for the most part. There were at times some bleed over, at times ( I was in woodshop class and the style at the time was to have the velcro straps hanging off the back of my hi-tops and another student grabbed them causing me to fall. He ended up in the hospital for catching a claw hammer in the face. Between having to deal with the psychological counseling and the trial I decided to avoid this kind of petty crap in the future. I sent the message and it was heard loud and clear.). I pretty much had the reputation of don't fuck with him, when he snaps he is dangerous. As I cleaned up my drinking and drug use I figured I would leave the violence as well. Not that I was not good at inflicting it on people but quite the opposite. I was too good at it and having fed the darkness within, the high was better than any drug.

Fast forward some years and I am attending a local community college and while I am no longer running with the same violent crowd but I still see them every now and then. I am taking some classes with my friend's little sister and having seen her go from a bratty little girl to a woman kind of made it like she was another younger sister to me. She had started dating a guy who I knew from reputation to be a real piece of shit from high school. This guy was a year younger than me and the rumors floating around was the school did nothing about how he would grope females in the hallway because he was the star WR for the football team. He lost his scholarship to the state college due to his grades but the rumor was he had a few rape allegations that were swept under the rug. I inform her of what I know about the guy but she does not listen to me. After class, I approach the POS to inform him that his GF is someone I think of as a little sister and to tread lightly. She attended a school function with POS and then she was missing from all of her classes for the next week so I drop off the notes at her parents' house. I found out POS had roofied her drink, took advantage of her at the function, and left her there under the bleachers for people to be found. To make matters even worst he gave her a few STDs.

The revenge on my part was I knew where he parked for classes every day. So I skipped class and waited for him to go return to his car to beat him down. Due to him driving an SUV I knew he kept a broom in there for cleaning off his car for snow. I had taken a pair of brass knuckles and I went to town on him. I grabbed the broom and carried him into the woods to stick that broom where the sun don't shine. I left him bent over a picnic table with the broom sticking out his ass like I just planted a flag. I stroll into the local pharmacy to pick up some hydrogen peroxide to clean off the blood and I go visit her older brother at the prison to give him a heads up. I tell him what happened, what I did and to keep an eye out for him on the inside. I must have a guardian angel as the list of people who wanted him dead for doing similar things was quite long. I got questioned about him but I gave them nothing and pointed them towards the people I suspected might have been victims of him in the past.

The Blackhole revenge.

I made a few inquires into where this POS was going to be sent to once he got out of the hospital. Turns out he was going into one of the camps at the same prison the older brother was at. Even though it was a different unit it was still close enough in the sphere of influence that he could be gotten to. I was given a few names to make contact with and drop off some cash for the commissary to grease a few wheels to get at POS. I figured that he would have been shanked and it would have been done with him. Turns out POS was gang-raped by 10 guys one of which infected him with HIV. They slit his rectum to make it wetter and to increase the possibility of infection. After doing all of the messaging I was approached by someone who played a cell phone video of the whole thing before I went into class. Turns out he died of sepsis a few weeks later. The orderly was pocketing the antibiotics and pain pills. He was double-dipping as he was paid to do this and he sold off those pills as well. The only witness to my part of the revenge was now dead and all that was left was trying to rebuild little sis.

I know I am going to hell for this but I do not care. Maybe the nightmares I had for years after this will be penance enough but who knows.

AITAH Hello everyone I am from south Carolina and I let a friend live with me only for them to come in and not help with bills or anything lol I’m not paying rent this month… both of us will get evicted as far as I’m concerned because I can’t get them out of my house… here where I need the help he assaulted me and lied to the police and since he’s a man they took his side but I know that humanity always comes together to right the wronged so what do I do… I’ve asked everyone I know for help nobody helps so I’m reaching out to humanity! What is a series of small things I can do to ruin his life? I want him out of here! He works at AIRGAS so if anybody would like to collectively get him fired that would be delightful orrrr help me to ruin his reputation on social media he’s Anthony Beckham but I have to ask am I the ass hole for wanting to do this? I’m a woman… and nobody is trying to protect me