Hey Pandas, What Act Of Revenge Are You Most Proud Of? (Closed)

An ex boyfriend of mine s**ually assaulted me when I was injured after a car accident. I reported, but he got away with it. A few years later he was convicted of a similar crime towards a minor. After he was sentenced and imprisoned, I went on his Facebook wall (as myself) and shared the links to the newspaper reports of his conviction. All his friends, family and work colleagues saw, but he had no internet access so could not log in and remove it.

100% legal in my country. It's not slander or libel if you're sharing a publicly available conviction. I did not add any commentary on my own to the link. His wife was livid with rage at me though, and abused me severely. Still no regrets

I spent 13 years in a toxic relationship with a narcissist..... Got pretty strung out on some pretty heavy stuff...I finally left him but I'm still living my revenge! I'm healthy and happy and drug free AND have a healthy relationship with a man that loves me to death!!!! Eat it James

My ex-husband was mentally and physically abusive. After 18 months of hell, I finally had the courage to leave. I soon found out he had a girlfriend. Afraid for her I tracked her down and told her everything I could about her new boyfriend. Thankfully she kicked him out later the same day

This is petty revenge, but I'm still proud of it. I once had a boss named Bob who was a raging narcissist. Bob always thought he was the most important person in the room. He had a bad habit of rescheduling our staff meetings multiple times because "he had more important meetings to go to" and then showing up 45 minutes late to his own meeting, making all of us wait for him.

As part of his narcissism, Bob loved to throw out catch phrases and buzz words. So I decided one day that I was going to create "Bob's Buzzword Bingo." I found an on-line bingo card generator and entered in Bob's most used phrases. Then I discreetly distributed cards to all the people who weren't Bob's minions.

One of those people was a guy named D**k. D**k was just a few years away from retirement and his give a c**p factor was very low. So 45 minutes after the meeting time, Bob finally shows up and starts speaking his buzzwords. The rest of us are discreetly marking them off on our cards, hidden at the back of our notepads. After one of Bob's many impractical ideas, D**k spoke up and said, "Bingo, Bob, Bingo" like he was agreeing with what Bob said. But the rest of us knew the truth. I couldn't look anywhere but my notebook for the rest of the meeting because I knew I'd start laughing.

A second part of revenge against him: After a year, the university announced that Bob was "taking a sabbatical and not renewing his contract." (They fired him.) But his wife was still working there. Her computer had viruses so she took it to IT. When IT was cleaning it up, they found gay porn on it. Everyone knew the wife wasn't the one watching it. He was a jerk to IT just as much as his own staff, so the IT person who found it spread it through the IT grapevine and then to the regular grapevine and most of the campus knew.

Wrote a bunch of 'fiction' books where I reveal the 'behind-closed-doors' actions of toxic family, backstabbing friends, and scheming employers. Then subsequently unalive those characters.

My father would not allow me to practice any sport during my childhood and teenage years, in spite of my repeated pleas. He'd rudely dismiss me and send me to the kitchen because "this is what women do". He did support my younger brother (the "golden child") to practice several sports, because "he's my boy". It was so hurtful and unfair.

Fast forward to nowadays, we are both adults. My brother is an obese, sedentary man with some serious health issues. I am normal-weight and healthy, going to the gym 3 times per week for several years, and feeling great. Sweet revenge.

One of the best acts of revenge I have ever done is "living well". Let me explain.
Growing up, I was the victim of horrendous abuse at the hands of a cruel and vicious stepmother. She was relentless about destroying my self confidence, my self worth and my relationship with my father who as his only child and very much loved, she was jealous of. Over the years, I developed a lot of trauma and as many people do, I turned to rebellious means. I also developed an addiction to substances. She had a daughter from her first marriage and together, they had my half sister. Both of them could do no wrong in life.. (I am the oldest daughter in this blended family.)
Over the years, I'd heard anything from me being a "pi**e of sh*t" to never amounting to anything in my life. These mantras stuck with me and I carried this with me for decades. It became my identity.
Now, fast forward to the present and cue revenge: the daughter of my step mother has had 10 kids and my parents were forced to take care of and raise them because her and her deadbeat husband were so neglectful and lazy that the kids were living in squalor and filth. My husband and I shelled out $5,000 to help them with getting everything the kids needed in 2008 when my parents took custody of them. My younger sister had to stay living at my parents house to assist with caring for so many kids and it caused her and her husband to split up and her son wanted to live with his Dad instead of having to share his life with a bunch of kids. (I love my nieces and nephews but they're a handful since they are all autistic and have special needs.)
I did end up spending time in the correctional services in my home state but today, I have graduated college with a 3.9GPA, I have a successful career in behavioral health and my own side business. (The stepdaughter never graduated from high school and the other one did). My husband and I own not one but two Harleys and we bought a sailboat in 2021 and are planning to move to the ocean in 6mos.
Meanwhile, the stepsister is living in a tiny converted shed on my parents property because they would be homeless due to wrecking their lives all the way around and my youngest sister is still living at home.

Basically, I am the only one of the daughters who has done anything successful in life. I've been married for 23 years now to the most amazing Man who believes in my success and never gave up on me. I've got really great relationships with my children and I am over 5yrs clean from substance use. I've overcome the trauma and now help others do the same thing for a career!
Anyone who might relate to being told that they are never going to amount to anything and they will never succeed, I am living proof that it can happen, just believe in your own abilities and "live well"...

I love this story just because it's so petty~

I had 2 adult men in a comment thread quite viciously attacking me, since I had the audacity to comment on a picture with a good-looking man in it that the man was good-looking. They were calling me a $lut, a wh*re, a b!tch, every derogatory name men use to dehumanize women, they used it. They were also spewing a lot of really misogynistic nonsense. I was bored, so I had some fun counter-trolling them, asking them to define what those terms meant (acting like I genuinely had no idea), and when they contradicted themselves, grilled them on how their double-standards couldn't possibly exist (my favorite being "so, by your logic, was your wife a b!tch [virgin] or a $lut [not a virgin] when you married her?").

What really cracked me up were other commentors jumping in and laughing about how I wasn't taking any of their horseshit and leading them around in circles with their own words.

Eventually we were stuck in the same loop, so I went onto their profiles (everything was visible to the public), contacted their wives with screenshots of their virulently misogynistic comments, and expressed concern for their wellbeing at their being married to someone who talks about women like this. The comments IMMEDIATELY ceased and began to be deleted. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall to see the wives confronting their husbands.

My old neighbor called the city on us multiple times. We kept our grass short, but let it grow naturally, as in not a monoculture lawn. He yelled at my kids for playing outside in our yard and called the cops on a birthday party. So when we moved I took a trip to my dad's house in the middle of Monsanto cornfields. I gathered up dandelion seeds from the heavily chemical laden fields. Then I seeded his lawn. Last time I drove past he still had yellow spots all over his precious, perfect lawn.

Idk if this counts… a year ago a friend betrayed me and we’ve lost contact. I signed them up for duolingo so they would get spammed w emails about practicing. I actually use the account so they can be lured into a false sense of security when the emails stop for a couple of days… before BAM. They also get weekly updates on a website about tissue paper.

Yes, I’m aware they could stop the emails at any time. Yes, I’m aware they probably don’t care. But it’s fun and feels like a small victory on my part.

3 years out of nursing school, it was my last shift working for a manager I despised. At the end of my shift, I tucked a travel alarm clock with alarm that sounded just like the IV pump alarms in the ceiling tiles over her office door.

My ex husband was scared of the dark, so when I discovered he was cheating on me I took all the night lights when I moved out of our apartment.

I was in my first long-term relationship for 17 years. I was making good money in NYC and my partner was following his dream of being a commercial photographer in a studio near our home in the suburbs.

Right around his mid-forties, he went full throttle into a mid-life crisis with a guy that was half his age. I kind of knew something was up but also saw how icky and unrealistic the whole dynamic would be.

At my ex's insistence, he wanted to break up and be with his new love interest. It was painful for me but I kept thinking: "If I love this person and his new boyfriend is the answer, then so be it".

I made certain that this was what he really really wanted to do. Offering couples therapy, romantic weekends and personal trainers. He declined.

It's so odd that he didn't realize that I that owned the house and paid the rent on his studio. We split our joint savings account in equal shares and said our goodbyes. There were no fighting fits or unpleasant arguments. He was free and to my surprise, so was I.

About a year later, I had bought a great apartment in Manhattan and my world changed dramatically. I started making even more money, had an entirely new social life and was able to buy a summer home.

My ex couldn't afford the rent on his studio and had to give up on photography all together. He finally got an entry-level job as a screener for the TSA – which annoyed and embarrassed his demanding new partner.

One day, my ex had called me and asked if maybe we could get back together again. I declined.

About three months later, he and his boyfriend broke up.

I wouldn't call this revenge, but I did enjoy the phone call.

This might seem silly, but my proudest act of revenge is simply thriving. I'm showing the jerks who tried to put me down that it didn't work and that I'm better than them. Drives them crazy.

A previous boss had a habit of taking a bite out of everyones lunch. I got sick of it so a few of us got together and fibreglassed him to a chair for a couple hours so we could eat all our lunch. He didn't do it again but he did start buying us hot snacks for tea break. We ended up having a kity for tea break snacks so it worked out in the end.

PEOPLE LAUGH OVER THEIR HUMOROUS REVENGE STORIES
By Maddy Heeszel - September 12th, 2021 - 193

Andrea Piacquadio
Laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes when you're in a sad state of mind, you can't help but think that you'll never smile and feel joy again. But the second you hear or see something funny? You try your best to hold back from laughing. It seems like even five seconds of laughing when you're in a bad mood can completely change how you're feeling at the time. All we really need is a little distraction and a reminder that we are still able to find happiness. If you're in need of a little pick me up, these revenge stories will give you some good laughs!
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19. HOW I GOT EVERYONE TO STOP COPYING OFF ME
Original Story By Source - September 12th, 2021

Andy Barbour
“Years ago in my high school AP economics class, I was assigned to sit in the corner of the room where I was flanked by a handful of very popular, very lazy kids. After every exam, the teacher would announce (much to my chagrin) my “high score” to the class.

After a particularly challenging exam where I only scored 93%, the teacher announced that the guy to my right (let’s call him Matt) had ALSO scored 93%, his friend behind him 90%, and the friend behind HIM 90%! Needless to say, I vacillated between self-doubt and suspicion for a few days before I finally “congratulated” one of the 90%‘ers on his score.

With an impish grin, he admitted that his friend Matt had been copying off me for months and “thanked” me for helping “so many people do so well” in the class. The petty revenge gears started turning in my head for what seemed like ages before I replied “no problem, I’m just glad to help!”

At the next exam, I put my paper in very clear view of Matt.

He had been told that I was now willing to “help” him and his friends. I circled all wrong answers while making a special mark for the correct ones. Just before the time was up, I quickly changed my answers back when nobody was looking, turned in my exam, and smugly walked back to my seat.

What I didn’t know at the time was that the copying conspiracy didn’t just involve the kids sitting next to me but that my answers were written down and forwarded to the next 4 periods, all of which took an identical test.

One week later a record 22 people failed the exam. Matt empathetically remarked “Oh man, did you fail too!?” I flipped over my sheet: 100%.

Nobody ever copied off me in that class again.”

lived in a lovely apartment with hubby and an 8yo. drug dealers had rented an apartment one floor down. yelling and screaming at all hours, setting off the smoke alarms sometimes 3 times a night needles in the hallways, etc. well, if they wanted to sell drugs, i made sure everyone knew. made a giant cardboard sign : APARTMENT #3 1/2 price crack, heroine 20% off today only, we got fresh fentanyl, B.J.s by Cookie-no purchase necessary. taped it on the building's front door. they were NOT happy about the free advertisement. after 2 more months of my creative revenge, they moved. guess they didnt like dish soap on their doorknobs and maple syrup on their doormat either.

I was very in love, once. And the guy really liked me too. And there is always a girl, who need him more, with many doubtful methods. So, I don't fought, thought if it's something wholesome, he would not be lured. But he did. I know my sincere feelings, but respect others too, you know? I felt, they would not last long together. So they didn't. I don't feel it is my vengeance to her, but I felt I'm punishing him, from the very beginning. Sweet vengeance demand time and patience. Usually they destroy themselves, you just be free and watch.

So in my theater class, there is this person named Liam. They displayed several narcissistic tendencies, and always said they were better than everyone else. Liam never took any of the advice given from the actual DIRECTOR. They were really creepy towards people I knew and me, made weird comments, including saying how large this girl’s chest was (this was caught on the microphone by the teacher). They got fully undressed in the changing room which was so weird, and after being told to stop and being given a private changing room, they STILL changed in the regular dressing room. Nothing was done even thought both teachers knew about the sexual harassment and everything, including some of the bullying going on which was too much to list here.

Eventually, I was talking with some friends about them, and one of them admitted to destroying Liam’s makeup kit by pouring water and other things into it. Obviously it’s a small revenge and doesn’t make up for the people they hurt, but it was very satisfactory.

I used a zip tie and a febreeze bottle as a stink bomb. I threw the hand made weapon into my brothers room and ran away