“Absolutely Diabolical”: 67 Glorious Times Cheaters Found Out They’d Messed With The Wrong Person

I signed his address up for a consultation with every single Jehovah's witnesses organisation in the area (43 in total).

I created a group text of the three women he was cheating with and introduced them to each other.

When I finally left that man, I didn’t slam the door. I left in silence, like a ghost with a vendetta. I took every single light bulb in the apartment. All of them. Bathroom, kitchen, lamps, overheads. Left him alone with nothing but his bad decisions to illuminate the night.

Then I removed the microwave tray. Not the microwave. Just the spinning glass plate so every meal he tried to heat up would rotate in chaotic arcs like his unstable love life and then took the air fryer basket. After that, I cut every pair of his pants and shorts into short shorts including work clothes. Tight. High. Unforgiving. A level of exposure he was not emotionally prepared for as a macho guy.

And the grand finale the Act Three twist. Hid a fresh fish in his car. Buried deep inside the seat foam like a cursed treasure. A rotting time bomb of vengeance. By the time he found it, that vehicle had spiritually ascended. I didn’t yell. I didn’t break anything. I just dismantled his life the way he dismantled trust one invisible inconvenience at a time. Petty? Absolutely. Therapeutic? You have no idea.

Sold my house, moved 1000 miles away and left him homeless.

I moved while he was at work. I took all the clothes hangers even the ones his clothes were on, the toilet paper and every light bulb even in the refrigerator.

I posted on my public instagram (most of his friends followed me there) a picture of my bruises and screenshot of his conversation with me agreeing that he [mistreats] me mentally , physically, financially. And his friends left him.

Released bags and bags and bags, and did I mention bags of feeder crickets into the house after I left. Fool was out of town with his other gf for the week so I’m sure those little critters enjoyed the big empty house.

I took the people. All the friends that were his were now mine, and mine alone. I’ve been to weddings, birthdays, family gatherings that he should’ve been part of, but they chose to keep me instead of him.

I had bought green day tickets (his favorite band) for his birthday but we broke up around 3 months before the show after i found out he hooked up with at least 3 other girls. SOO i called ticketmaster and told them my tickets had been stolen so they canceled the ones he had and sent me a new pair with new barcodes so the ones he had were invalid. And then i took his best friend to the concert who secretly hated him.

Took the last few pages out of all his brand new graphic novels I'd got him for Xmas.

When I found out my ex was cheating, bagged up all his clothes in bin bags, minus a right leg. Cut off every pair of trousers at the right knee for pettiness then dropped them off at his girlfriend's mums house. Introduced myself as the soon to be ex wife, daughter named in divorce for adultery. Mother didn't know her daughter's boyfriend was married. Apparently the screaming was heard for hours at that house as a good friend stayed opposite. I'm petty like that.

Nothing big and it was more therapeutic for me than all that much for him except multiple phone calls to get it fixed, but decades ago before technology, I subscribed him to EVERY magazine, filling out the card as Order now/Pay later. Gay magazines were starting to be openly published then so I included those hoping his roommates would see.

This was Back in the day when water beds were in fashion. Just Before he came to pack up his precious water bed I went around the whole mattress with a needle before it was emptied. Hopefully next time he filled it up and layed on it with his new lady love it resembled a sprinkler.

Almost 68 here. In my mid 20’s I’d been seeing a guy pretty often for about 6 months. We had plans on Saturday night that he bailed on last minute. I headed out to a neighborhood bar with friends for some summer patio time. In walks Larry with another girl. This place is crowded and he doesn’t see us. As we left I brushed past him , looked in his shocked face, and so they could both hear me whispered “if you don’t [sleep with[ her by midnight the bet's off”.

I left the desktop but took out the hard drive.

That definitely beats the the time i ran over my cheating ex, in full view of an entire police department, but they arrested HIM.

He had me on the ground that day, kicked me in my tailbone , splintering it, he fell asleep, i grabbed my kids managed to get into the drivers seat and drove to the police station which was 2 blocks away, he CHASED me there, i laid on the horn like crazy, all came running out of the building in time to see me run him over, they had guns drawn on me, until they saw the condition i was in, and the look of pure terror on my children’s face. I had the pleasure of seeing police brutality firsthand.

I went out and gave every guy his number and told them to call around 3am, I’ll be waiting.
Dude must have gotten hundreds and hundreds of guys calling him at 3am asking for me!!

I washed and dried his bedsheets with the fiberglass curtains and rehung them before I left. I heard he spent over $500 in dermatologist fees in 1973... Hahahahaha.

This was back before the internet days. I subscribed him to Columbia house under his first, middle, and nicknames and picked the [worst] music I could choose all 3 times. Did the same for book version of Columbia House. Sent away for all kinds of magazines, and every junk mail thing that was available. I also signed him up for 4 different timeshare presentations and an at home demo for a tanning bed! Yes, I felt better.

After my boyfriend cheated on me with the hostess at the restaurant he worked at I started dating his best friend. We fell in love and now have a family and business together. His sister has been one of my best friends since also so he gets to live in that reminder daily.