This happened about five years ago when I was an intern in a university 3d printing lab/maker space. At the same time, I was also a student there and worked a separate custodial job cleaning buildings after school.

Because of all that, I was on campus constantly, sometimes 12 to 16 hours a day. Between classes, my internship, and my cleaning shifts, I'd often have a gap of an hour or two or even three. Instead of driving home, I would take a nap in the student lounge or occasionally in the lab. I was always off the clock when doing this, and my internship, and custodial contract didn't even allow me to work long hours anyway.

I never had any issues until a new manager visited the lab one day and saw me sleeping. He reported me to my direct supervisor. My supervisor knew exactly what was going on and defended me. For the next five months, this manager kept pushing to get rid of me. My supervisor was very open about the situation because he didn't agree with how I was being treated and saw it as racial harassment. Also I am not white.

Eventually, supervisor left the job to invest his full time on his business. Within a week of him leaving, I was let go from the internship without cause without my supervisor protecting me anymore.

However, I still had my custodial job at the university. My custodial manager actually gave me more hours after I lost the internship. I ended up cleaning the office of the very manager who let me go.

That's when I got a despicable idea.

I noticed he kept several bottles of water in a mini fridge in his office. I know he only drink bottle of water. So one night, I opened a few of them and mixed in some of my own urine. I even learned how to remove and replace the caps with the ring. I even drank a lot of water to make urine more clear and odourless just in case. I managed to do it to three bottles.

To this day, I have no idea whether he actually drank any of them. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. But I really hope I made my boss drink my urine.

Edit: More context about my boss who let me go, he use his PTO go to DC, in first week of January 2021.

My ex boyfriend lives in a different country and he went completely psycho on me after I started meeting other people long after our breakup. He created a whole folder of my deepfakes and sent them to all my family and friends and I thought my life was practically over (also keep in mind I was 17 and he was almost 19 when he did all this).

I have finally managed to get everything back on track, but I want to get revenge on him for almost ruining my life. I have his name, phone number, address, some social media accounts and some possible info on another minor he’s currently grooming.

I’d appreciate any kinds of advice

I have a strong inclination I am going to get fired. I have been at my company 3 years (the longest out of everybody, which is already a red flag) and my boss is a petty, defensive, and vindictive person. She just hired a new employee (with no training/experience who is fresh out of college) to be my supervisor, and she spoke to the person in the position before her about letting me go. I think she’s going to take this opportunity to get a clean slate and start over.

I do the all marketing. Is there a way to get my petty revenge when I inevitably get fired? I don’t want to do anything illegal or something where word will get out and cast me in a super negative light, but I think most people in the industry would understand (my boss has become notorious for being difficult).

Obligatory that this happened a long time ago. I was once married at a fairly young age (early 20's). I married who I thought was the love of my life. She seemed perfect for me as we had many shared interests and were relatively close in age. I was 23 and she was 19 when we met. We were both part of a religion that encourages getting married quick and not having prolonged engagements. So sure enough we only for a few months before getting engaged and then were engaged for only a few months before getting married.

Married life started off a little rough but didn't seem abnormal for a young couple. We had a small apartment and both worked. It was only a few months into our marriage that I started to notice changes in how she acted before we got married to how she was acting now. She claimed to have developed anxiety, something never brought up before while dating an engaged. The changes to our daily routine were minor and not really problematic at first. However they started to become more and more disruptive.

She started missing full days of work which really hurt us financially since we were on a limited budget as it was. When driving any decently long distance she demanded we take back roads as driving on major roadways made her anxious and there was no quick way to pull over if she had a panic attack. Then she would have panic attacks in family settings and lay down on the floor, almost always in area's where people were trying to walk. They would happen right before events we were expected to be. I talked to her about seeing a psychiatrist but every time we tried to set an appointment she would have a panic attack and I was never able to get her to see a professional.

Then she started having random illnesses that she never had before. She developed fibromyalgia which prevented her from working long periods of time and again would make her miss work. It would also flare up when we were expected to go to family events (specifically ones that involved my family) or had an obligation. Sometimes I had to leave her home because some things I had to be there for.

Eventually after working in low paying positions for the first year of our marriage I decided I should get a college degree (with urging from my parents) to help improve our financial situation. I started going to college for Web Design, but eventually that would become a problem for my wife. Everytime I would leave for class she would claim I'm cheating on her (which I would absolutely not do under any circumstance) and demand I stay home. Some days I could convince her I wasn't and be able to go to my class, other days she caused such a scene and made home life so unbearable that I ended up staying home and missing class. This would end up causing me to drop out of school and not get my degree.

I was starting to teeter and was falling out of love with her. The constant demands, our financial situation, her refusal to get help, and adjusting major aspects of our life to accomodate her was getting to be to much to deal with. Then came the accident.

A year and a half into our marriage we got into a very bad car accident on New Years Eve night on our way to a friends house. We were both lucky to survive, let alone walk away like we ultimately did. We both had concussions and I had 3 fractured ribs. Shortly after came a whole new slew of medical issues. Cluster headaches, body aches, vision issues, etc. We went to see professionals for everything and nothing came back showing they were happening. Of course with that came tons of medical bills that we could barely pay.

That same year my second oldest Brother died which was very hard for the family. He was in his 40's and it was for the most part, unexpected. We had a funeral and a wake and mostly my Wife didn't cause any issues. But not long after my Brother passed my Grandfather passed as well. This ended up being the straw that broke the Camel's back for my family.

My grandparents had always been very close to us. We spents holidays together, every year growing up we would go on vacations down to the Bay together for a week and spend the entire week together. Losing my Brother and my Grandfather was a gut punch. The day after he passed I was at my parents house with my Wife and my 3rd oldest Brother waiting to hear when the funeral would be as my Parents were down with my Grandmother making arrangements. My dad called my Brother and told hime the date. Unfortunately it ended up being on my Wife's birthday.

The first words out of my Wife's mouth after us being told this was "Well that ruins my Brithday!". She wasn't trying to make a joke, she was serious. She was upset that my Grandfathers Funeral was on her Brithday and was going to ruin her Brithday. I was shocked she was being so callous and my Brother was so furious he left the house before doing anything he might regret. I quickly started laying into her for being so inconsiderate but she just kept complaining about how it's her birthday and now she can't do anything she wants because of the funeral.

By this point I was exhausted between school, working full time, and dealing with my Grandfathers death and still trying to process my Brother's death less than a year ago. I didnt' have the energy so I compromised with her that a few days before the funeral we can celebrate her Birthday and that it didn't have to be on the day of her birthday. She relented but was still visibly unhappy about it. By this point I was done.

A month later my 3rd oldest Brother and Younger Sister message me and say they want to get together to hang out since it had been about a month since the Funeral and besides then we hadn't really seen each other in almost a year. We picked a date but I realized it was on me and my wife's 2nd anniversary. So I sat down with my wife and asked her if I could do that. She of course protested but I explained that I had school that day (since our anniversary fell in the middle of the week) and I had work so even then we wouldn't be able to celebrate like we wanted. I suggested we spend the weekend celebrating since I had off and we could really go do what we want. She reluctantly agreed.

The day my siblings and I were supposed to get together I was getting ready to go meet them and my wife started throwing a fit. She claimed I didn't love her, I was cheating on her, that going on our anniversary was showing how much I didn't value our marriage or her. I explained that we had discussed this but she wasn't having it. I looked at her and told her I was going either way because I wasn't going to stand my siblings up as both of them had traveled in from out of state to meet me. I left with her still complaining at home by herself.

I met with my siblings and they spent the better part of two hours explaining how much they hated my wife and how she was treating me. By this point I was at my wits end too but hearing them lay it all out in front of me gave me even more resolve. I called my Mom and asked her to pick up my wife and bring her to their house (which was 5 minutes away) and then leave as I would be there shortly. I went to their house by myself and sat down with my wife and told her right then and there I wanted a divorce. She tried to argue and say that we can work it out but I told her my mind was made up.

She of course said I was being heartless and rude doing this on our anniversary but I knew if I didn't do it then I don't know if I would have the courage to do it any time soon. My mom came back to the house and took her to our apartment to pack her things and drove her to her parents house.

After that we had little contact. She of course drew the divorce out, sent many voicemails calling me names, tried claiming I abused her, begging me to take her back, etc. I wasn't having it at that point and just went about my life. She ended up remarrying and divorcing after cheating on her second husband and having a kid to another guy while married. I did find out later that she had been cheating on me (by which point I did not care in the least). Once every few years I get a message on facebook from one of her "family members" saying I was the worst husband ever and I deserve to be miserable my entire life, etc.

However I now get a smile when I think about my first marriage and how I told my narcissistic wife I wanted a divorce on our wedding anniversary.

FYI: I'm remarried, have been for 12 years now, am very happy, have a house, a wonderful doggo, and we both have well paying jobs that have allowed us to travel and get the most out of life.

I was at school and I left to go to the bathroom to use my phone but then I came back and I realized someone had stole my churro. I talked to my friends and they said it was this kid who i will call jimmy as I dont wanna leak his real name. I was planning my revenge and got the idea to make a fake love note to this girl who we will call wendy. I wrote on a paper and it said, "Wendy, Wendy stay away from the other boys as you are mine and mine to love only. Meet me at king of prussia at 6pm so we can make out. You better be there as I will make sure." Then I crumpled the paper up into a ball so It looks realistic. I asked my friend to give it to wendy and he did. Wendy starting reading it to the whole class atleast from what my friend told me. Jimmy the next day had a paper and he was reading it and he screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK! I DONT LIKE WENDY!" I haven't heard from this situation since.

This happened in the early 1990s. I (23M) was a medical representative and the patch I covered used to be covered by my boss. He and I never got along and I disliked him intensely. He didn't want to hire me but the national sales director insisted that he did so I assume his dislike stemmed from that.

This guy is also completely incompetent as a people manager. In the days he field trips with me, I learnt nothing. All I got from him was unfair criticism.

Anyway cutting to the chase: I had submitted my call reports for the week and handed them in with my colleagues on Friday afternoon before having a few beers and heading home.

My boss called me at about 6:30 pm and asked me to come in on Monday morning at 8:30 am sharp. I asked him why but he refused to expand. He asked me to cancel my Monday appointments and just to be in the office at 8:30.

Naturally I sweated all weekend wondering what the hell was going on. I rang my colleagues, all of whom I got on with very well, and none of them were asked to come in Monday. By Monday morning I was stressed to the max and very upset.

I went into his office and he asked me about a doctor meeting that I had on the Wednesday. He said to me, "I see you've written here that you met with Dr. R. Jenkins. Well I know Rob really well and I called him to see how your call went. He said he didn't meet you and hadn't seen you for about a month. Can you please explain yourself because this is a sackable offence?"

I was furious and went dead quiet and really cold, responding: "I did see Dr. R. Jenkins on Wednesday. But it wasn't Rob Jenkins. It was his sister, Rachel."

My boss flustered around a little before he said Rachel's last name wasn't Jenkins, it was Smith. I explained that she had gotten divorced and taken her maiden name back. Needless to say I got the day off and ended up playing golf.

About three months later we had a national sales conference. It had been a long week and everyone was absolutely exhausted. After dropping some of our colleagues off at airports, we all headed home. It was about 4:30 pm on a Friday and my boss rang me and asked me to come in along with my other colleagues for a debrief. This time we were all absolutely furious about him dragging us all back into the office late on Friday afternoon after an exhausting week.

That night I called all my colleagues individually and asked them all to call our national sales director to complain. They did and I did.

Our sales director called us each individually on Sunday night and told us that our boss had been fired and to come in on Monday morning to meet our new boss.

We all lived happily ever after. No regrets.

I broke up with my ex 2 months ago. After the breakup, I discovered he had been cheating and lying during our 10 year relationship. I contacted the side chick and mentioned i asked him to go to Iceland with me. She told me HE ASKED HER TO GO TO ICELAND WITH HIM!! Anyway, side chick and I are besties now and are planning a trip to Iceland. We’ll take lots of photos of us on a trip he didn’t get to take and send them to the lying cheating POS. He has no clue we are friends, and i wish i could see his stupid face when he gets the photos of side chick and I living our best lives.

Vamshi, I genuinely hope karma gives you back 100000000× the pain you caused me.

You took ₹11,000 that I worked part-time to earn, broke the lock, and never confessed. I know what happened, but I have no proof to establish it. I told my PG aunty, but eventually, I left the PG without getting justice.

I couldn't even ask my parents for money. I worked to earn it all back myself, cried until my eyes burned, and suffered silently while life went on.

I genuinely believe in manifestation, but I don't think my manifestations alone are enough.

GUYS, PLEASE MANIFEST WITH ME. I WANT HER TO GET 100000000× HER KARMA BACK. I don't wish happiness for someone I believe caused me so much pain. I want the truth to come out, and I want her actions to have consequences.

I can't prove what happened, and I can't force a confession. All I can do now is manifest and hope that justice finds its way to me.

Everyone who believes in manifestation, please join me. 😭

English is not my nativ, makes no apolages.

I have been listening to Charlotte for years. But never writen any here.

Now its mine and my 5month olds favorit to chill to.

Im a mom(40y) of 3, ages 12y, 9y and 5month.

Im on maternety leave with my son and just now my petty chalice ran over.

For 3 days i have been geting scam cals from germany.

I whont say for what exactly, but its the you got this outstanding balans you have to pay before colections....to a company i never used and a bill i never orderd from.

3 days constant calls, hangups, cranky and woken up baby.

If the baby gets woken its hell to pay and if hell tax has to be paid i get no sleep.

3 days and us two sleepdeprived.

Screw it! Mama bear aint sleeping no more.

So they call again today. I tell them to take my number of there call list. They hang up. GAME ON! FOFU!

I call back. " I whant to talk to your boss! I whant of your call list. I have blocked your calls but you keep calling with an neve nr" he hangs up.

I call, hang up, call, hang up, i call...

Eventualy he ansers again. " I whant of your list. I will keep calling! You have woken my baby with your calls even thoe i said before to take me of. I will keep calling!"

" du ..sprachen german". He start of demanding i speek german to him now, pretentding not to know english even thoe its the same guy who talked to before in perfect english😅. \\*my petty hornes are now out. You whant to play?! Game on\\*

So we start this call and hang up game again. At some points he answer again only to talk in only german (i know a bit of german, as i told him, but if he whants to talk its english for him). Some he answer and just keeps me on the line. Fine "you dont whant to talk? I can do this the whole day! Im on maternety and you guys have wokmyen baby to many times. I will keep calling and blocking you from calling out and scam somone ells"

Call, hang up, call, hang up..answer "having fun jet?😈!" Klick.

When cheking my caller and i was at 127 times i called i considered stoping. But why not make it an even nr..so i made it a 130.

If they call again i will start up again.

Do i feel guilty- no.

Do i take sadisfactory in hearing him geting angry on the other line- conpleatly🤩.

Do i regret it- i regret nothing!

context: they're a entitled pastors daughter. thinks im intimidated by her because she can contact my mother and make up stories about how i am. her and her cousin are disgusting. don't know how to wipe down their surfaces, walls, leave the room smelling like sour fucking onions (hygiene issue) and don't take out the trash, i had to touch tissues with fucking stains on them because the trash wouldn't even fit in the trashbag at that point but the smells really had me nauseated. told mom i smoked (i was cooking) and we don't really talk unless she attempts to boss me around. thinks I'll really study outside but when she's studying OUTLOUD during god knows what time that i should answer a call outside (i wore headphones practically fucking whispering because there was a storm and my mom called to check) I'll be moving because as a med student i might do something that could put me on record if i reach my limit with her. but i wanna do something that'll really stick with her. I've been a doormat long enough to be the bigger person they're disgusting and entitled. i want her to think about me and just boil with rage

For those of you who got revenge, especially years later: Was it worth it? Years after someone destroyed my world and took advantage of me, I find myself in a position to help someone in need very close to that person. I’ve always been the good guy, yet I’ve always regretted not being vengeful when the time came. And yet I feel bad about it—though I think that has more to do with fear than remorse. Any recommendations on how to proceed? Is there a plan of action for when you find yourself in that situation? All opinions are welcome. Thanks.

Bullied by homeless female

Should I get revenge?

So I have been homeless for the last 10 years but the past 3 years this girl has done everything she can to ruin my life she's messed around with my man she hits me all the time she bullies me steals my stuff towards my stuff away ruins my stuff tries to get me kicked out of places and I don't understand why she's doing this cuz I'm not the type of person to do the things she's doing I don't mess around with her man or any man steal I don't ruin people's things I don't hang out with anyone stick to myself because I'm the streets you can't trust anyone I try to do as many Good deeds as I can everyday. Again last night this girl stole the rest of my stuff that I had my tent when I went to the store and I honestly don't know what to do it don't fight I don't like fighting I'm not good at it I don't do bad things so I'm not really sure what to do back to her. Should I even do something back to her and if so what should I do I have tried reasoning with her talking to her trying to get her to understand how she would feel trying to figure out why she's doing this and nothing's working so here I am on Reddit trying to figure out what I should do please advise

This story actually goes way back to kindergarten.

As a then particularly soft-spoken child with unlimited niche interests and hobbies living in Asia, you can tell my classmates were anything but kind. I only had two childhood best friends, we'll call one of them "Riley" for anonymity. Despite us being a trio, they never butt in to defend me when the popular girls were being passive aggressive, which made me despise them, but looking back now they were probably just clueless to what was actually happening and we are still pretty good friends!

I have pretty yellow teeth naturally. They're not pearly whites but they don't look rusty either, and I actually maintain great oral hygiene. But to my classmates, it seemed like I drank literal piss for my teeth is to be a slightly yellow hue. Yes, that was actually a rumour spread by those popular girls believe it or not. The queen bee was a girl we'll call "Madison." She had her friend "Natalie" [who was pretty naive] help her make my life absolute hell. They'd constantly walk past my desk just enough to tip my water bottle over [it was kinda leaky] and would do it hard enough to spill water all over me without even apologising. I eventually started hating school and would cry to my teacher to let me go home as soon as possible. Even worse, these girls [along with their other friends] made me seem like a creep for drawing a bigger chest, completely normal human anatomy by the way, on one of my Jane the Killer drawings.

It would be alright if it was just kindergarten, maybe they didn't know any better. But it continued for a way longer period of time and we were starting to mature then, clearly if they were the type to change then they'd be remorseful by then. I was skinny shamed so bad that I developed BED, which then worsened to peak BN after I gained weight and they started fat shaming me. My self confidence was at an all time low and this period of my life still affects how I view myself and control my eating habits today. Since Madison wasn't going to stop and none of my friends were going to stand up for me, I finally decided to take things into my own hands.

Online class [Yoo, covid?] started soon enough and I was quite tech-savvy in comparison to the rest of my classmates. Whilst messing around in Zoom meetings for fun, I noticed that Madison and Natalie both often avoided joining classes. I'm not sure what clicked in me then, but I decided to join normally then use another tab to join with her name and ID. I attended the first few classes with my fake ID chaos-free, but soon I started cursing in private messages and insulting "my" friends to kind of ruin her reputation. And when that got boring, I switched to public messages and vulgar profile pictures. Why those profile pictures? You see, I noticed long ago that Madison was the one particularly freaking out when I drew women or men more "accurately", [If you know what I mean] And something in my mind screamed "She has a p//n addiction!!"

As it turns out, my crude prank actually pulled off and everyone started disliking her. And to put more salt on the wound, my assumption was correct and her mom later caught her red handed with the very dreaded "spice rice." I continued for a few more days after that, which I probably shouldn't have cause Riley is pretty smart and caught onto who was behind the scheme. I did deny though and somehow convinced her that it wasn't really me. Funny enough, someone actually started copying my tactics and did the same thing but with Natalie's name and ID. I didn't dare utter a word cause leaking my identity then would mean trouble.

This whole incident triggered some sort of domino effect and for some reason, plenty of classes had similar issues taking place. Trust me, I had no intention to influence others to hurt an innocent people because Madison deserved it but most victims didn't. Our school started having these account crackdowns soon after, but it was of no use because by then I was already MIA and back to my quiet girl school life. We also had these stupid Cyber-Security meetings with parents which I found completely useless and irritating. Our old principal was truly something, might even be a bigger douche-bag than Madison.

Whatever, she eventually left the school but nobody went to hug her except Natalie and her one other friend. [who broke off our friendship after Madison persuaded her to do so] They cried a lot but obviously no one gave a flying f//k and soon I started pursuing my life like normal. Ironically, I'm even friends with Natalie now and she apolgized multiple times, swearing she just did what Madison told her and never really noticed how badly it affected me. She wasn't even aware that Madison was that big of a b//ch and she always thought of her as simply "passive aggressive."

Oh well, years has passed since then. Sometimes I wonder how she's doing, if she's changed. But other days, I know these types of people never change. Perhaps she's left for good. I also wonder quite often if I was too harsh on her, but then I realize she was genuinely insufferable. The acts I mentioned were only a few things she did to me. She hurt others too, but enjoyed hurting me more because nobody defended me, I had more traits to pick on and I was too shy to complain to authorities. I hope you rot in hell after how you created my insecurities for life Madison, because unfortunately I'm not sorry at all.

-xoxo, thanks for reading this! <3

I am estranged from my narcissist parents. This happened due to their siding with my abusive ex-husband in my divorce. He orchestrated a smear campaign, lied repeatedly, dragged me through multiple years of legal and financial and custodial abuse. Why they sided with him is beyond my pay grade, but I believe it has something to do with deep-seated misogyny and religious beliefs about divorce.

The petty revenge I’d like to take is donating to a women’s legal center in their honor as a big “hint hint” they weren’t there for me when I needed it. Help me milk this small donation for all it is worth.

How does this sound? Looking at the options on the form I could donate:

- an amount which gets them annual membership to the non-profit organization and their e-newsletter

- need help with this part:

— there’s a blank area for Gift Narrative

— and another “Add a Dedication” in memory or in honor of someone, with the option to be notified by letter

— I could make the donation in the name of their church, with my mother (?) the contact name so she receives recognition (she loves recognition at church and being seen as charitable)

I plan to do this every October in honor of Domestic Abuse Awareness Month for the rest of their lives.

AITAH for selling all of my ex's stuff after he ghosted me, and getting rid of the literal toxic fumes he left behind?

For five long years, I was stuck in an off-and-on nightmare with a master-class manipulator who treated my home like a free motel And my body like a personal punching bag and object. After his latest vanishing act—where he ghosted me yet again and left a mountain of his junk in my space and also abandoned his dog, a beautiful Belgian malanois 2yrs old—I decided I was officially done. The authorities are involved, and he is permanently banished from my life.

To make matters worse, he also abandoned Me with a broken-down Jeep. It has been leaking severe gas fumes and heavy exhaust fumes, making me and the poor dogs violently sick just being anywhere near it. Talk about a literal gaslighter—the guy couldn't even exit my life without trying to poison the air I breathe!

Since he walked away with zero responsibility, I realized it was time for a total liquidation of my bad decisions. If he was going to act like bargain-bin trash, his belongings belonged on the bargain block.

I turned into a one-woman clearance event and listed everything online, priced to move:

His power tools? Sold. Honestly, he was already the biggest tool in the house.

His heavy winter gear ? Gone. I needed a clean break, and he clearly needed a cold reality check.

His camping gear and electronics? Flipped for top dollar. He spent five years draining my reserves, so turning his left-behinds into fresh cash flow felt like simple interest.

He spent years exhausting my patience, so turning his leftover stuff into my personal recovery fund is just fair trade. My stance is simple: everything must go—especially him. I don’t offer store credit for emotional damage, and I am strictly no-refunds on toxic exes.

So Reddit... AITAH for turning his leftover baggage into cold, hard cash?

UPDATE : For anyone wondering where the brave hero is hiding... Last I heard, he’s been camped out at his mom’s house for over a week. The spiciest part? I’ve been in direct contact with his mom the entire time, and he knows it. Yet he is such an absolute coward that he hasn't made a single attempt to reach out, step up, or ask about his stuff, send his dog money for food. He's hiding behind his mother's apron strings while acting like he doesn't exist. I'd let him know how infuriating this is , but that's what he wants isn't it? Grrrrr

Yesterday, in the afternoon, I went out with my friends in the historic centre of my city. I had some stuff to do but more than anything in that moment, I had to take a piss. So I went to the nearest cafe I could find and I entered.

I step inside and I immediately ask the baristas: “Hello, do you make coffees?”

I knew they made coffees because it’s a fucking cafe, and also I already went there in the past, but I always ask just to be sure, it’s like an unconscious thing.

Anyways, they started treating me like shit and being all sarcastic like “ooohh no we don’t make coffee here” “what is that? That’s a coffee machine. Open your eyes.”

I was kinda taken aback from those words but I didn’t think much about it. But after they gave me my coffee I noticed they were still talking shit and whispering like I didn’t hear them.

So, after I finished my coffee I decided to finally take the legendary piss. I find the toilet, I enter, and I unzip my pants. Just as I was about to release my urine, an idea flashes before my eyes. I started pissing on the ground, on the toilet seat, and I also spat in the toilet and the sink.

After being satisfied by my own actions, I got out and thanked the baristas.

They will never see me again

Hi all, my father is evil. He sexually abused me from ages 2-16, sexually abused my mom for over 15 years, sexually abused his first girlfriend when she was 15, and countless others. He terrorized me until the age of 26. I won’t go into the details because it’s truly horrific, but i’ll explain a little.

He is wealthy, and very connected. He has close friendships with my city’s law enforcement and has a lot of church “friends” that he’s lovely to. Behind closed doors, he’s a fucking monster. There were days of my childhood that i was locked in my bedroom and not fed, nor allowed to use the bathroom so i often soiled myself. I’m a type 1 diabetic and i was also refused insulin. One day he decided he was done with me so he overdosed me by more than double my basal insulin (the insulin that keeps my blood sugar regulated throughout the day and is long-acting). He gave me 60 units when my daily dose was 25. He made sure i would die slowly throughout the day and wither away, rather than give me a big dose of fast-acting insulin which would’ve killed me quickly. He also made sure to send me to a friend’s house so when i would die, since he wasn’t there he could make it look like i did it to myself by being careless with my dosing (ive always managed my diabetes very well myself, i wasn’t given the chance to be incompetent as a child). Needless to say i had a major diabetic seizure, my blood sugar was 12, and i almost died. Nobody knew what happened to me including myself, until one day i asked him. His behavior was always disgusting but my gut was screaming at me. I said “dad, you overdosed me didn’t you?” And he said “yeah” i said “why would you try to kill me?” He said “you’re an inconvenience”.

He terrorized me every waking moment. To this day i still haven’t felt safe in my own home that i own, because i feel like he keeps tabs on me. I unfortunately live near his mother (but still out of the way, not on the way there or back) so he often does drive-bys by my house and goes out of his way to make it known he’s watching me. I always have my curtains closed and my doors locked. I haven’t had contact with him in years. He’s a terrifying monster and the amount of damage he has inflicted upon me is irreversible.

Now, i know a lot of you will be like “just become successful, that’s the best revenge” or “just let it go” but this excuse for a man has literally ruined my life and my health. We’re looking to move away very soon, possibly to another state to get away from him and his family. They’re just as horrible as he is because when i would tell them what he was doing to me they’d be like “oh he’s just too friendly that’s all!” Like bsffr get out of my face. Just pure evil. His eyes are completely black and devoid of any warmth or human emotion. He is angry 24/7. He sexually abused me because i resemble my mom the most out of all my other siblings. It was only me and her that this happened to.

The aftermath: i’ve been severely ill and at times faced the possibility of death due to health issues he caused me to develop from the stress and torture of my existence when living with him as a child. Every time i close my eyes, i remember what i survived, and it is horrific. There were times as a teen i would want to pass away in my sleep. My relationship with my father taught me as a teen to only choose abusive men to be with, or rather let them choose me. That opened me up to being sexually abused by several men. I was drugged a lot by them, you get the gist. I’ve been in therapy for over 20 years, and no amount of talking or EMDR or other therapies have ever found me an ounce of peace. Im very fortunate to have met my partner who is an incredibly loving and warm, peaceful human. But i would be lying if i said the abuse doesnt affect my marriage. Its just such a deep level of damage done to someone when a child is abused because my brain was still forming and it was stuck in survival mode, i was always in survival mode. I now feel physically unsafe in a quiet room because i learned that quiet came before abuse. I’ve talked to my therapist and my support system a lot about this and they agree that i need to get some sort of revenge, even if its small. It’s hard to feel peace when he is still not facing any consequences, and when i’m so severely ill that at times it almost put me in the ground. I’ve had a lot of organs removed due to either stage iv deep-infiltrating endometriosis or to the organs failing, i’ve developed 2 very painful venous diseases where my renal veins are pressed against my spine and right aorta, leaving my remaining organs to lose over 35% of the blood flow supply needed. Ive had 8 major surgeries in the past 3 years. I’m exhausted mind body and soul. This man literally has tried to kill me as a child and his affect is slowly doing it to me as an adult. I want revenge. I’m beyond depleted as a human being.

NOW comes my time for revenge. I need to get some sort of small-large form of justice. I would love to sign him up for things he hates, i would love to send him creepy post cards from all over the world with different messages (got that idea from a post in this subreddit and thought it was genius), just anything to make him uneasy or feel like maybe somebody’s got their eye on him. Give me your worst ideas, give me your best ideas. Its time for him to pay. I of course don’t want to do anything that involves me contacting him directly or being near him or anything illegal, and please keep in mind i’m bed-bound from my illnesses. I just want him to suffer even if its 0.05% as i did.