40 Times People Got The Last Laugh After A Breakup

Not an ex but we went on four or five dates. He broke it off with a post it on my front door. I saw him a few years later at a party and introduced myself when he came over and pretended I’d never seen him before, when he clearly remembered me. Nothing hurts an ego more than to be forgotten by someone you remember.

My ex girlfriend from many years ago came home drunk one night and started a fight. She ended up punching me in the face about 10 times and I picked her up and threw her out of the house.

I invited her to talk the next day but got no response. I came home to a completely empty house; she'd come over with her family and taken everything out. It was mostly her stuff, I moved countries to live with her, but I didn't even have a pillow to rest my head on.

So the next day I went to the police to file an assault charge that got her teaching license revoked.

Way back in the day, my fiancé got himself a side piece. So, I got mad and then I got packing. I had time to think while I was packing and decided to place an ad in the newspaper that I knew his grandmother read religiously with a photo of him and the girl he cheated on me with and everything I knew about the affair. His grandmother called me to apologize and called him a disgrace.

Best part? I charged the ad to his credit card.

Not my breakup, my daughter's break up. Her ex threatened to keep the kids after a visitation one weekend and she was scared and upset. I told her that he didn't want them full time. He worked out of town, and he was a big on going to the bar and drinking. I insisted she go camping, out of cell phone reach for a couple of days. The next day he was calling me and demanding that I take the kids so he could get to work, he had to leave that night. I refused. After a couple of days, I did take them, but he missed a week of work. And he never did it again.

After the breakup she said the towels belonged to her. There were 4 of them and they were really nice fluffy bath towels. I sprayed them with 3m scotchgard to make them waterproof before she came by to pick them up.

My ex was on crutches and called me to help her carry somethings across campus. I was still in the “I will make this work as a friendship” phase and I agreed to help her. She spent the first half of the walk across campus informing how awful I was that I had started dating someone else. When she insulted my new girlfriend directly. I calmly set the boxes I was carrying down on a bench and walked away from her. She had a total meltdown and screamed every foul thing she could think of at me. I just kept on walking.

So, back in the day when we used flip phones, you could set it to show a little message every time you turned on your phone. When my geeky programmer ex wasn't looking, I set his phone to display "STARTUP ERROR 54EDGT4" (or some alphanumeric gibberish) whenever he turned it on.

He spent several weeks trying to diagnose the problem.

I got dumped about two months before Christmas (years ago).

As we were talking, my mind was jumping all over and I said "I guess I’m going to return the Christmas presents I already bought you then."

I didn’t even mean anything by the comment, I was just thinking out loud.

But then she asked me what I got her - and I said "No, they’re being returned and we’re not together so I’m not going to tell you."

Anyway, I heard later from mutual friends that this drove her crazy for awhile wondering what the gifts could have been.

Very small, very petty, and very unintentional revenge. But it did warm my heart to hear it drove her crazy lol.

I guessed my exes password and cancelled his flight to Europe, but let him get half way there. He [ended] my cat, he deserved much worse.

My ex cheated on me several times while i was pregnant with his child, while we lived in MY parents’ home.

i broke up with him and kicked him out. when i was able to get my own apartment, i took him back and he moved all of our furniture from my parents’ house in one city into the apartment in another city. and then i broke up with him again.

We had moved 1,200 miles away from home and after I caught him cheating I couldn’t pack up much in the compact car I’d be driving home. I took all of the knobs and handles off of everything. TV, dresser, stereo (etc), packed up the remote as well.

I broke up with a live-in boyfriend who promised to move out Jan 2. Fine.

I told him I didn’t want to do a big fuss at Christmas so I was going to take my dog and go hiking, stay in a hotel, eat room service, and watch Hallmark movies. He somehow convinced me to stay home, so I ended up making my traditional Christmas dinner - a small standing rib roast, mashed potatoes with gravy, asparagus, home made bread and pie. Not for him, for me, because that is what I wanted to eat. He was doing something in the basement so I gave him a thirty minute warning, a fifteen minute warning, and then told him dinner was ready.

“I’ll be right up!”

This dude was king of passive aggressive b******t, so I fixed my plate, ate my dinner, drank my wine, and then swept the leftovers into the trash. All of it, including the bread and pie. By the time he came up, expecting me to be fuming and the food to be cold, I was nearly done with the dishes. “Wow, smells great! When do we eat?” “Oh, I already ate.” Opens the fridge. “Where are the leftovers?” “In the trash.” “What am I supposed to eat?” “I don’t know! There was food available an hour ago but you needed to play s****y games. Well, you won a s****y prize. I think Denny’s is open today. McDonald’s if you can’t afford that.” He grabbed his keys in a huff and left.

After he left, I called his step-mom, the only family he had in town, and let her know he might be showing up, what he did, and that he didn’t deserve a peanut butter sandwich. Apparently she chewed him out for being an a*s and didn’t feed him either. 🥰

Maybe you should learn to cook, baby bird.

Outed his lying a*s at his family reunion in front of everyone. Then left, went back to our apartment where my father was waiting with a moving van and never saw him again.

After we broke up he started dating Girl 2 pretty much immediately (maybe even before the breakup idk). Couple months later he threw her over for Girl 3. Girl 2 and I got together to talk s**t about him when she realized she still had a key to his place, so she went and grabbed the bottle of Dom Perignon he'd shown off to each of us and told us he was saving for his wedding day. We drank the whole bottle on her porch as a toast to our new friendship.

I took all the lightbulbs out of fixtures and took all the labels off the canned food. Good luck getting peaches or ravioli for dinner.

My ex put his hands on me one night. That was it for me. He left for work the next morning and I moved out. I scratched every CD he owned, took everything from the house including shower curtain, toilet paper and soap. I left the waterbed, but I poked a large hole in it before I left. Never talked to him again.

My husband cheated, then divorced me. A few months after it was final, I noticed I was still receiving his army reserve newsletter, which told me he had "forgotten" to update them on his new marital status. (Soldiers get paid more if they're married than if they're single.) I called the local office and gave them his forwarding address because "I wouldn't want him to miss any important communication from them just because we divorced."

Yes, it's petty, but you asked.

He was cheating with someone he met on WoW and was then trying to pass me off to his friends. I took everything I owned out of his apartment, all the towels, sheets, and cookware. I then logged into his WoW account and gave away all his gold and items to random people in the starter zone and deleted all his characters.

I dropped him off at his mom's house and didn't tell him I wasn't coming back. Changed my locks and phone number.

My mom found out her husband was cheating with the babysitter and washed his underwear with pieces of fiberglass in the wash. Just his underwear, then put it all back in the drawers. He itched for MONTHS but thought he caught something and took antibiotics and kept itching.

She also signed him up for every "bill me later" magazine sub she could get her hands on (it was the 90s). He was dealing with that for years.