When our hearts are broken, sometimes, there is only one thing left to go, avenge it. The revenge these people get is fantastic.
Tough To Cut The Cord Like This
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“I was living with my ex-girlfriend, and we used my HBO Go log-in to watch HBO on her Apple TV. Well, we broke up, and I moved out, and she blocked me on all social media. I noticed on my HBO Go ‘continue watching’ tab, she was still using my account to watch episodes. I was really upset that she would block me on all social media but still take advantage of me and my HBO. So I changed the log-in password, but I guess with Apple TV’s all that login info saves until the other person logs out of the HBO Go account. So no matter how many times I changed my password, she was still able to use my account. So I changed the parental controls to TV-Y. The only thing she could watch was Sesame Street episodes.”
This Guy’s Aunt Means Business
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“Not me, but my aunt once found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her. Instead of confronting him, she wanted to get petty revenge. She knew where he kept his hide-a-key, so one day while he was at work she spent the whole day at his house. She rearranged all the furniture (brought the upstairs furniture downstairs and vice versa). She also took all the canned goods in his pantry, steamed off the labels, shuffled them, and put them back on at random. This included the canned dog food. Dude would think he was opening some soup and NOPE! Dog food. When she left she locked up, put the key back, and never spoke to him again.”
Taking All The TP
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“My ex-girlfriend and I we were still living together when we broke up, but my name was not on the lease. I had paid for that month, and we agreed I would move out after that. I had known that our relationship was on its way out, so I wasn’t all that torn up about the break up at first.
She went out of town until I moved out of the apartment. During that time I kept hanging out with people I had met through her, which apparently infuriated her to the point every time I would go hang out with that group of people, I would receive a text saying, ‘Did you have fun with so and so.’ This progressed to her telling me that I wasn’t allowed to hang out with those people and that if I I was going to hang out with ‘her’ friends, I had to at least respond to all her text messages (I would only respond if it was about our place).
This went on for about two weeks until she found out I had started to hang out with another girl that went to her school and she told me that regardless of the fact I had paid for the month I had a week to get out of the apartment. I protested.
When it finally came time to for me to move out, and her to come to town, I decided to be petty and take the toilet paper rolls out of the bathroom and made sure to not leave any at the house for her and her family.”
Don’t Leave Your Stuff At An Ex’s Sister’s House
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“My little brother and his girlfriend came to stay at my house for the weekend, and the girlfriend was super self-centered and obnoxious. When they left, she forgot her clothes and toiletries because she left them sprawled all over my bathroom.
About a week later, she and my brother moved into an apartment together. After he paid for the moving truck, deposit, and utilities, she cheated on him with her ex and kicked him out of the apartment. This left him broke, homeless, and heartbroken.
In the days after the breakup, she kept calling and emailing him several times per day, demanding that he ask me to ship her clothes and toiletries back to her. My brother called and pleaded with me to ship them to her so she would stop having a reason to contact him.
Being the loving sister that I am, I gathered up the Northface sweatshirt, shorts, underwear, shampoo, conditioner, soap, and razor. I folded everything nicely. I then wrote a nice note apologizing for taking so long to mail them to her, and let her know that I hope all is well. The note was written in permanent marker, and the paper happened to be resting on the Northface when I wrote it. Unfortunately, the ink bled straight through the paper and onto the shirt. Also, unfortunately, the shampoo, soap and conditioner caps were not tightly secured on their bottles, and the contents leaked out all over the clothes, further spreading the ink. The most unfortunate result, though, was that her razor didn’t have any sort of protective cap or container and left little slashes all over the front of the Northface.
She received the package, and my brother never heard from her again.”
Get ‘Em Dressed Up To Stand ‘Em Up
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“My ex, many moons ago, was an idiot.
She knew that I had friends in the same neighborhood as the guy she left a couple months before dating me. She always told me she was going to a girlfriend’s house to study, and I had no reason not to believe her. Until one day when she wouldn’t answer a single text. Now, I’m not the kind of guy to text a billion times. I’ll text you, then if you don’t reply, I’ll text you a few hours later to make sure you got my last message. If you still don’t answer, then, ‘Meh,’ I’ll talk to you when you feel like you want to talk.
I’m at my friend’s house later that night, having not gotten a reply from her since maybe 12 hours ago. A group of friends and I decide to go outside to make a fire pit when I notice her car in the driveway of the house behind us. I didn’t know it was her ex’s house, but it was the way wrong neighborhood for her girlfriend’s house.
I call her sister up and say, ‘Where is your sister,’ and she says ‘Oh, she’s at [girl’s name’s house].’
‘Well, I’m going nuts then because I’m looking at her car now, and this isn’t [girls name]’s neighborhood.’
Her response to that was ‘Uh.’ I hang up and ask my friend who owns the house behind him. ‘Oh, that’s [her ex-boyfriend’s name]’s house.’
I called her phone to find it was off. So I just chilled the rest of my time there and paid it no more attention. No sense in worrying at this point; it’s a done deal. About two hours later, I get a call from her saying the phone was on silent for ‘study purposes’ and asked if I wanted to come over.
‘Sure,’ I told her.
I arrive at the house a little bit after and she hops in the car, and as soon as she shuts the door I ask ‘How was studying with [girlfriend’s name]’ and she gives me some nonsense answer like ‘I didn’t know.’ After she’s done spewing her lie, I say ‘Weird. Must have been a long walk from your ex-boyfriend’s house.’ I made sure to look at her face as I said it so that I could see any expression. She knew I knew but wouldn’t let it go.
‘We were just talking things out.’
‘Why would it be okay to just go over there to do that if you have a boyfriend? Talk things out? What needs to be talked out?’
‘We’ve been friends for a very long time before dating. I can’t just stop talking to him.’
‘So to get around that, you feel it’s logical to lie to me about going to your friend’s house? It’s 11 p.m., ‘you’ve been talking it out’ since 10 a.m. I’ve tried getting a hold of you a couple times too. So, what did you guys do?’
She wouldn’t answer or look at me. I told her to get out of the car and just pulled off.
She broke up with him the first time because he was physically abusive. And about a year after I drove off, she calls me asking if we could try to make it work again and if I’d like to get together for dinner. So I said ‘yes’ and arranged a date at a fairly upscale place for 8 p.m. on a Saturday. I told her the dress code and all since it was a snazzy joint.
I’m not sure how long she sat there because I didn’t go.’
A Man Ruins The Relationship Between Mom and Daughter
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“This is how my college buddy got revenge on his cheating girlfriend of two years.
He found out that she was cheating on him and he was crying in his car for a few days — he was planning on marriage and kids and the white picket fence with her. He didn’t tell her he knew; he told her that he was going to his parents’ house for a few days to help them with some repairs. Instead, he hung out with us and cried. He cried in front of his buddies for a couple of days. He sobered up and told us how he was going to destroy her. He was headed to a famous law school and was thinking way ahead of us.
He drove to his girlfriend’s mother’s house, over an hour outside of town, with her items from his apartment nicely boxed up, and said he wanted to leave them with her for his girlfriend. He had met her mom several times, and he had even gone to their Thanksgiving. Her mom was like, Ok, but why? Not suspecting anything was wrong. And he said something brief like, ‘I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again, but I needed to get this box back to her. But thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.’ His girlfriend’s mom is stunned and tries to ask why, but my friend just starts crying, runs off, and drives away. He never broke up with his girlfriend — never even contacted her — she heard about it from her mom, who called her immediately. He received confused and angry texts from the now-ex on his drive home. A little while later, he gets an email from the ex-girlfriend’s mom. It was not ‘I apologize for my daughter’ but more like ‘I hope you find a woman who loves you unconditionally’ or something to that effect. He responded with ‘Thanks, your note means a lot to me.’
My friend is now an up-and-coming lawyer, and still gets texts from the ex-girlfriend saying that she constantly hears from her mom how she ruined it with the one good guy she had, and how she doesn’t deserve to be happy. My friend has never responded to one text and blocked her from Facebook. Of course, this was all planned. My friend wanted the hurt to come from someone who would stay in his ex-girlfriend’s life, not from someone who would be quickly forgotten. He deliberately created a rift in the closest relationship that two women can have. And all in a friendly 60-second conversation with no harsh words or accusations.”
A Man Is Less Than Subtle
“This was my best revenge. I went through an awful divorce. My ex-wife cheated on me, told lies about me, and all throughout the divorce I took the high road and was there for my kids while she disappeared off the face of the earth. Her birthday was only a couple of weeks after the divorce was final. As the kids were young, I was a good guy and purchased several presents from the kids to her. Among the gifts, I bought a necklace with a big red A at the end. Her first name is Ann. I had the kids give that to her, and she wore her scarlet letter all around town. Most people in our town knew what she had done, and some even were aware of the necklace. Yup, I made my adulterous ex-wife wear the scarlet letter.”
Unintentional Revenge Is Great Revenge Too
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“I was dating this girl, and I thought she was the one. I gave her the keys to my apartment. I worked late for my job and I was just happy there was someone in my bed when I got home at 2 a.m. I came home one night, and she was awake. She confessed to using my apartment to cheat on me with seven different people. Seven!
I packed her stuff up; she was still living with her mom anyway. I lied to her and said I moved to Seattle. I moved to Hawaii instead. Three months after moving to Hawaii, I get a phone call from her. I answer, and to my surprise, she’s called me from the Seattle airport. She flew out there to try and fix things between us. The dialog goes as follows:
Me: ‘So, you’re in Seattle?’
Her: ‘Yeah! Weren’t you listening? I came here to fix things.’
Me: ‘Oh. Well, that’s too bad.’
Her: ‘What’s bad?’
Me: ‘I’m in Hawaii!’
Her: ‘YOU LIED TO ME?’
Me: ‘How does it feel?’ I hang up again.
I don’t know if that’s petty, but to me, it was a good revenge.”
Ending The Conservation Very Abruptly
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“When my ex-fiance and I were having a bunch of arguments after we broke up, I got tired of her constantly texting me about nonsense, so I called phone carrier to have them cut off service to her phone that I paid for in the middle of an argument.”
A Truly Masterful Act Of Revenge
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“Now this was a couple years back when I was in college. My friend, we’ll call her Susie, and I were both going into our second years. So was her boyfriend Brad. Susie finds out that she has herpes. The only guy she has ever been with is Brad. Naturally, she is devastated to find out he’s been cheating. We find out that she is not the only person he infected. There are at least five other women we find out about.
What’s more, we find out Brad has known that he is positive and is still going around hooking up with people and saying that he is healthy. Basically, his attitude is that someone gave it to him, so why would it be wrong for him to spread it too? Yeah, Brad is a jerk of epic proportions.
Susie is just devastated and can’t get out of her funk and what she now has to deal with health-wise.
There is an urban legend where, as revenge, a woman hid shrimp in her cheating significant other’s curtain rods when she was forced to move out of their apartment. This story has been featured on many shows about urban legends. It just so happened to come on late one night when Susie and I were watching tv.
The problem was, Brad had five roommates. So, there was no way that was going to work. But Brad has a car! And Brad is too broke to afford a new car anytime soon! She knows the door code to unlock the vehicle, and I just so happen to know how to remove certain vehicle panels to access holes in other panels that it would be impossible to get shrimp out of. He worked the early shift on Wednesdays, and lucky us, it’s Tuesday night.
Off we go to the store to buy the entire meat and seafood clearance section. We’re talking ground beef, shrimp, imitation crab meat, various kinds of fish, and deviled eggs.
During this lovely time of September, our little town was experiencing a triple-digit heat wave. So off we go in the middle of the night, when its still 90 degrees out, and get to work. Luckily for us, Brad lives in a crummy apartment with no security cameras and other tenants who don’t care about two women working on a vehicle at 1 a.m.
Sure enough, the door key code still works. We pop out these little covers on the doors panels that access the interior of the door. In go the tiny little shrimps. Then we remove the plastic panels from the wheel wells. In goes some ground beef and the deviled eggs. Next was his lift gate.
We put his car back together, and off we go. Over the next few days, the smell just got worse and worse. The apartment complex manager asked him to move the car off grounds because of the smell. Our town also has some mean feral cats that roam around. They just loved hanging around his car. So not only did it stink, but he risked being attacked by some mean feral cats. He would have to always have the windows cracked open at least a little.
The best part is Brad and I have the same major. So over the next three years, I see him a lot. He became notorious for his horrible smelling car. He couldn’t afford to replace it, no one would buy it, no matter how many times he had it cleaned the smell remained, and no one could figure out where the odor was coming from. Even if they had figured it out, most of the panels would need to be completely replaced because the only access is tiny holes.
To this day, people still ask him about his car on Facebook. Like, if he says he will pick people up they ask him if he has a new car. Nope. Still the stink mobile. He currently works at Starbucks, so that thing isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Kind of like his herpes.
I like to think of this as my ultimate Sherlock Holmes level petty revenge/prank. I will never top the awesomeness of this one, it was my masterpiece.”
A Woman Takes Away His Income
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“Late last year, my ex-husband completed his descent into a full-blown substance abuse. I obtained sole custody of my children, and we continue our life as he does not exist.
Around March of this year, I receive a strange communication from one of my banks notifying me that the check I wrote bounced for non-sufficient funds. This was odd as the account it referenced it had been closed for some time.
I requested a copy of the check and came to realize there were six more checks denied due to nonsufficient funds. The checks clearly showed my ex’s handwriting and some he even wrote out to himself, signed by me. This person that does not pay one cent of child support tries to steal my hard earned money that helps take care of his children.
I filed a police report and literally nothing happened, since a) I don’t have a video of him cashing the checks and b) since the account was closed there was no real impact on me, but to me is still fraud. The law spoke and I let it be.
About a week later it hit me, I bet this lazy jerk has not told the VA disability we are not married anymore. VA disability compensation amounts depend on your dependents. I sent an online claim, stating we are no longer married and I have sole custody of the children. With this, my rage was over about the whole deal and forgot about it. In May, I received notification that the claim had been closed and if I wanted to know the outcome I need to file some other request. To me, is not that serious, I didn’t care.
I’m still friendly with his parents and we were out hanging out with the kids. His dad let it slip that he has not received his VA check because they found out that he doesn’t have the girls. I played it off. So I did some online research; this is the VA’s way of recouping their money whenever they overpay you. By my humble calculations, he was overpaid for having a wife and kids for over 24 months. which comes to about three times as much money he tried to steal from my closed bank account.”
A Cousin Takes Control Of The Revenge
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“I remember in 10th grade, my dad, cousin, and I were riding home from a football game I’d played in, and my dad was talking about one of his friend’s sons.
‘Hey, do you know so-and-so?’
‘Yeah, I do.’
‘What, you don’t like him?’
‘Well, he did it with my ex. While we were together.’
My cousin looks at me and cocks an eyebrow.
‘Hey, give me a week. I just need a week.’
A week passes, on the dot, and my cousin calls me.
‘Hey, next time he gives you trouble about hooking up with your girlfriend, you can tell him I hooked up with his mom. On his bed.’
Sure enough, I told him. I’ve never seen someone go more white. He never gave me trouble again.”
Taking Back The Concert Tickets
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“I dated a girl a while back, and we decided we wanted to go see a concert that we both would have enjoyed. The concert was about six months out from the date the tickets went on sale, but I bought some for us anyway. I figured it would be smooth sailing until the concert because everything was going well between the two of us. At $100 a ticket, I think it would be a fun event to go to in the future and gave us something to look forward to. So I bought the physical tickets, and when they came in I gave them to her for a birthday present. At this point, the concert was only a couple months out. No big deal, right? Wrong.
The relationship didn’t work out so well; we shall say mutual differences occurred. Well, she started giving stuff back that I gifted her over time, but never gave me the concert tickets back.
Thinking I was totally out of luck, I was about to count those off as a loss and get over it when I decided to call Ticketmaster and see what happens to tickets that are ‘lost or stolen.’ As long as you have the same credit card and the ID you used to purchase the tickets, they can automatically issue you new ones.
What happens to the old ones? They become invalidated, but the person won’t know that unless they attempt to go to the concert with them.
Since I was pretty, I called her up and explicitly asked about the tickets. She ignored the question and didn’t even say something like, ‘I’m not giving those back.’ She just simply pretended not to hear me.
I had already issued the new tickets which had she said something to me I would have let her know that, but she didn’t want to make amends about it so screw her.
I brought my best friend at the time to the concert. The show was great. Fantastic even. There were no mean text message and no elicit Facebook posts from my ex-girlfriend. Nothing. I figured she sucked it up and didn’t go. Imagine the embarrassed feeling you’d get going to a concert because you had two tickets only to be told at the gate that your tickets don’t work because they were flagged for being stolen? Awkward.
Now, I have to preface this by saying my tickets were in a really inconvenient to get to location in the arena. Meaning that people in the section really had to go out of your way to get to this section. Basically, there was one concourse in or out of the nosebleed section of the arena.
If you are going to meet someone, chances are good the only reason you’d see them is if they deliberately came to your section.
Nearing the end of the concert, the band walks off and just before they came back on for their encore I kept getting this really uncomfortable feeling someone was watching me. I look over out of the corner of my eye toward the concourse, and I see a figure of a woman walking down the hallway. No. Way. She. Was. There. Right?
Anyway, I ignore this odd feeling because who would go and scalp another ticket just to come up to the section you were supposed to have seats in just to see if your ex-boyfriend was actually using the tickets Crazy right?
Yeah, I thought so too. She really did buy another ticket. Mind you she brought her friend to the concert, but because I reissued the tickets, they would have had to scalp two tickets.”