I ruined my friends Ex life
Throwaway because duh, and some of these events may be out of order.
This happened over ten years ago, so some of the detail may be off. So do takes some things with a grain of salt. Let's start with the one of main characters, shall we? There's twiddle-de and Twiddle-Dumb, they were my next-door neighbour for about 3 months before getting kicked out. Twiddle-De wasn't the issue, a little intense but he wasn't the social type so one could handle him, if sparingly. Then there's his twin brother Twiddle-Dumb and out main character of this story- How do I put it? The guy was a moron! No not stupid, not an idiot, a moron! The poster child on what happens to your brain when you do drugs all the time. He is that stereotypical "Alpha Male" before it was a thing- built like a brick outhouse, IQ as one however while he was built like one he folds like paper. Big mouth... little punches, proof that Darwin has his favourites. And finally, Twiddle-Dumb is the one who gets Twiddle-De in more trouble because the guy cannot help himself to brag about the stupidest of things that if you spent more than ten minutes with the guy, you knew he was just talking out of his ass.
Anywho... Twiddle-Dumb started dating a friend we shall name Grace. Grace was part of the friend group before I joined, but soon I kinda became like her older brother during the time, keeping an eye out for her when she takes it too far. Now Grace did the drugs so did Twiddle-dumb, not my thing but I had a simple rule: Keep it away from me and mine and I don't care. Not my monkeys, not my circus. Anyways they started dating, why? I don't know.
Then came the day or the night rather. For some bizarre reason on that night something told me I should leave my door unlocked, I always locked before going to bed. But on that night, just for some reason I just had to leave it unlocked. I had this feeling while my hand was on the lock, just one flick and this even may never have happened. Ever had that feeling of something telling you that you should go left instead of right even that you always go right, but you decide to listen, only to find that going right was some horrifying accident which you would have been dead in the middle of it if you took that path, like some Final Destination level of foresight. That's what this feeling was for me. So, I did and went to bed. Sometime during the night, I woke up to the feeling of someone stand over me and I turn and its Grace asking she could stay the night. Of course, I said yes and ask why. She then tells me the Twiddle-dumb, hit her. Hit. Her. As in punch her. Now I am not a morning person, it takes three cups of coffee before I even close to awake. That night, oh I was up. I got dressed, I told Grace to stay here and I left. I left in the middle of the night, walking straight to where he lived at the time, with Grace six feet behind me trying to calm me down.
Before I continue, I may need to explain why I was so fired up. You see my parents taught me about morals, the dos and don'ts of the world. But it was my father who taught me that they are three rules we all must apply to. The rules that you will break, rules that you are willing to bend, and the golden rules, the rules that you do not touch and it's up to you on which rules are which. And one of my Golden rules is: Unless she is attacking you, you do not put hands on a woman. And another: You do not touch my family or my friends.
And Twiddle-dumb broke those rules- now back to the main attraction.
I get to his place, my friends see me, they pull me away and try calming me down. Then Twiddle-Dumb friends tried to talk me down all while he is in his house talking, letting his big mouth just digging that grave of his. Then he said something about Grace that I cannot remember, and well- I lost it.
I ran past the small crowd, into his house, and kicked him right in his chest. He fell back and landed hard. I then grabbed him around on his throat and pressed just enough he knew. I looked in the eye, and I told him very calmly, very matter of factly that if he even thinks of lifting a single finger to Grace or I hear that he hit her again. I would come back and I will finish him. I am saying all this while my hand is still on his neck and he just trying to breathe. and to add to the insult I lean in and ask, "Do we understand each other?" his turning all the shades of colours as he nods. I let him go, turned, walked out, found Grace, told her she is staying with me tonight. and we walked back to my place.
Now if this was r/pettyrevenge I would leave their dear redditor, but no. Grace eventually went back to Twiddle-Dumb and I knew, I just knew I had to get him out. Out of Grace's life, out of my life and out of town. it so happened I had a friend who saw my little outburst and wanted to help.
So, we came up with my three-step plan to be rid of Twiddle-dumb for good, while my friend would be my little inside person and send me updates since they spent more time around them than I did. I was in background weaving his downfall and destruction.
Step 1: Break him and Grace up.
This part I am slightly ashamed of, during this time I was working with a girl we will call Honey. Honey was your typical just turned twenty blonde party girl who speaks whatever was floating in her mind in that moment, who to say she was low key thirsty would be saying the Dwarfs in Disney's live action Snow White was a masterpiece. So, I would listen to her moan of wanting to find a guy who could party and have a "Good time" with. Again, she really wasn't subtle on what she meant.
So, I suggested that she should meet Twiddle-dumb, he like a good party and a nice guy, and I would introduce her to him. And I did. Three days later, I am at work and I see Honey skipping, yes actually skipping to work. Thanking me for introducing her to Twiddle-dumb and just went on and on, then she said it. they did it. THREE DAYS. I put on my surprise face and pulled her to the side, I was super apologetic, as I told this poor, poor girl that I didn't realize that's what she meant by a "Good time", that he has a girlfriend. I was so... so sorry. And the Oscar goes to...
What I did not know was apparently Honey was beyond connected. Like knew every single woman in town level. I didn't live in a small town. It spread like wildfire. Grace of course found out. Little fact: When he hit her, he gave her a busted lip, when she hit him, she gave him a black eye and a broken nose. Grace dumped his ass and because of Honey everyone knew he was a cheating ass and no woman worth their salt would touch him. Step one complete.
Step 2: Get him out of the house.
After my little explosion and was working my magic with step one and three, I would come and visit Twiddle-Dumb. I would say everything good, water under the bridge and just being the happy, friendly guy. The moron believed me. So, we hang and would the next-door neighbour's kid, he was about fourteen maybe, but his dad was a super chill guy and would chat with us and let us hang in his house. So, I did, I wanted to learn as much about him. turned out the dad was like the coolest dad around, Ex Navy, single father with the mum out of the picture so was super protective over his son. And was really, really against drugs. Again, acting face on, I act shock and confused by this as Twiddle-dumb does drugs and at times he did it in front of his son (no clue if he did or not). The dad said "Really?" I nodded and that was it. At first, I thought it didn't work and was working on an alternative plan, what I later learned through the grapevine was that the dad got in contact with the house owner. You see, where I am you need to give at least two days' notice when you are doing an inspection. So, when they came around to do the inspection, they found the drugs... on... the... kitchen... table... this idiot didn't clean up after himself. Needless to say, he got kick out.
Step 3: Give him a reason to stay away
This is where my friend came into play, the one who came over after the 'incident'. She did the drugs not as bad as Twiddle-dumb did, but that's not point of the story. I wanted to get in touch with his seller. after some time, I got a meeting. We met up, skinny man, thinning hair. we sit down and he get to the point, why did I wanted to meet with him. So, I explained I had heard one of his buyers has been ripping off other buys in town, that been talking some series stuff of stealing from the dealers and I just wanted to inform him about this just encase. This buyer being Twiddle-Dumb. He sat there and thank me.
HERE'S THE CRAZIEST THING! Remember when I said that Twiddle-Dumb gets his mouth into more trouble? The dumbass was boasting about that he steals from his buyers after I and the friend who was helping me egged him, stating he doesn't do anything dangerous. He did this in front of the whole group, that some of them doing the drugs. Word strangely got out... no idea how...
Again, through the grapevine it turns out some of dealers were indeed low on some of their stash, so when they got word, he was boasting about it... they blamed it on him and were out looking for him.
So, after getting humiliated in front of everyone he knew, after every woman learning he was cheating ass and to stay away, getting kicked out and an actual price on his head. he left town with his tail between his legs and never came back. I ruined this man's life because he hit a friend and doesn't even know. Last I heard he is in prison, his crime? Drugs! Who could have guessed? I can't remember if he was selling it to an undercover cop or was trying to steal from an undercover cop. For Grace, she is now a mum to a little boy, got off the drugs and living her life and I could not ask for more than that really. As for me, I stopped being around those circles and no longer in contact of any of them and just living my life knowing that the saying "Don't fear the loud ones, fear the quiet ones" is very, very true.