r/revengestories

Hello , im a highschooler from italy , and , for the last 3 years i have been bullied by the same person.

This guy did everything towards me: spitting on me , calling my family the worst names , calling me fattie and obese (which im not , im just a bit chubby) etc.

I dont know what to do.

School starts soon and i hope this guy stops. i never told anything neither to my parents neither to my teachers , because i know they would keep bullying me and it would be even worse. The taste or revenge on my tongue is rapidly growing , but i dont know what to do. Please , help me.

The back of the place that I live at has a bunch of rocks and this lazy woman keeps letting her dog relieve herself on the rocks. When I first found the dog shits, there piles of them around the back because no one ever saw them. I'm talking like 20+ piles of dog doo doo in various stages of decay. I told the property management because it's a health hazard and I'm not cleaning it up. But since then, they cleaned it up and sent out a warning email but the woman has not stopped and it's now been FOUR TIMES that she's left dog shit there. Clearly, the property management isn't going to do anything so I need to take things into my own hands. I need ideas that aren't nuclear and will be petty enough that it's mildly inconvenient but also embarrassing. For context, I live on a small private property where someone has turned a single family home into multiple ADU units so there isn't exactly a lot of privacy.

We've been together for almost 3 years and this came up a few nights ago in a way I really wasn't expecting.

I'm naturally very affectionate verbally. I'll say "love you" when one of us leaves for work, before bed, sometimes randomly if we're cooking or sitting on the couch. I don't say it because I expect him to say it back every single time, it's just something that comes out when I feel it.

My boyfriend is affectionate too, but he's always been more reserved. He'll say it at meaningful moments, after a really good date, when we're having a serious conversation, that kind of thing. I never thought our different styles were a problem.

Apparently they are, at least a little.

He told me that hearing "I love you" five or six times some days makes it start to sound like "bye" or "goodnight" instead of something special. He said he'd rather hear it less often and actually feel the weight of it.

He wasn't mean about it and specifically said he knows I'm being sincere, but he asked if I could "save it for when I really mean it."

That phrase hurt more than I expected because... I do really mean it. I'm not filling silence. If I look at him making coffee and suddenly feel lucky he's there, sometimes I say it.

Now I've caught myself stopping before saying it and it feels weirdly artificial, like I'm rationing affection so I don't cheapen it.

I know this is probably just two people attaching different meaning to the same words, and I don't want to dismiss what he told me. At the same time, I don't want to spend the relationship constantly editing a completely genuine way I express love.

Since the conversation I've said it maybe twice and now HE keeps asking if something is wrong because I'm quieter than usual, which is almost funny.

How do you compromise on something like this without one person feeling smothered and the other feeling like they have to become emotionally restrained?

Is this just a small communication difference, or does it point to a bigger mismatch in how we need affection?

SO long story short, this guy drugged me then when I had no clue who did it he continued to be friends with me for a whole month before I found out that he sexually harassed 2 to 3 other people and I pieced everything together. I’m not sure this belongs here but I need good ideas for revenge. I have his dead name his address where he works all social media. And doing a quick online search because he still lives with his grandparents I have their names too. I don’t wanna do anything that could send stuff to his house because his grandparents live there and I’m assuming they didn’t have anything to do with this obviously, but my working idea that I’m definitely going to do is I’m posting a whole video about it online with the evidence because we both create content online. But I need more. I’ve never hated anyone this much in my entire life and I want the worst for him preferably ways I won’t get in legal trouble. But I genuinely don’t care what happens to him. He’s a terrible person through and through.

This happened many years ago, but I still pat myself on the back for it. I (then 25F)had just started working as an overnight cashier in a big chain grocery store. I’d been there a couple of months when I noticed this one employee used self checkout, but hadn’t completed the transaction.

Now, this can happen sometimes. Like, someone doesn’t realize that their card hadn’t finalized or something. I didn’t really think too much of it (assuming it was an honest mistake) and, being new, I didn’t want to cause waves over a candy bar and soda. The employee (we’ll call him Marcus 19M) did the transaction as they were leaving for the night and was already gone when I noticed it. So, I finished up the transaction with my own bank card. It wasn’t like it was a huge amount. I didn’t say anything to anyone and continued with my life. Until a few days later, when Marcus checked out again and I was making rounds adding bags and realized that, again, the transaction wasn’t finished.

This time, I made note of it for the record(we had a record book for all unfinished transactions for loss prevention purposes) notating Marcus’ name in the log as well. I figured I had done my duty and continued on with work and life thinking that it would be seen in the log and Marcus would be asked to pay.

Another few days had passed when Marcus checked out again. Once again, he’d done it will I was busy with something nearby and not paying super close attention. This time, he checked out a good $30 worth of stuff. Keep in mind this was several years ago and $30 went way further.

I did my duty and, once again, logged it in the books. Now, normally we don’t have too many of these unfinished transactions, so this note wasn’t too far down from the previous record. The record that was mysteriously missing Marcus’ name.

I fixed the previous record, finished the current record, and took a photo of both. Then I moved on with my shift.

Over the next few weeks, Marcus regularly checked out and didn’t pay, and I continuously noted it down, each time having to add Marcus’ name to the previous records because it kept mysteriously disappearing.

Finally, I had enough photos of the records and of the name in the record continuously disappearing, that I thought it was time to approach management.

I went in extremely early the next day so I could catch the manager (we’ll call her Loraine 47F) before she left for the day. I showed her the evidence on my phone and she proceeded to look over the logs as well. Then she asked me to send her the photos from my phone and, “for legal purposes” to delete them. She watched me delete them and was satisfied. I left that meeting thinking something would be done about it.

Oh, how bright and optimistically I viewed a very NOT bright and sunny world…. The obliviousness of youth.

Then, the day before Marcus’ was supposed to come in for his next shift, Loraine called me into her office. She stated that my 90 days was coming up and the the management team didn’t think this job was a right fit for me. She said they’d have to let me go. I was plenty shocked as I’d never had a single complaint from anyone, but didn’t really put up a fight as I am not good with confrontation.

When I got to my car I cried because despite all the odds against it, I really liked the job and that particular store offered great benefits. Eventually, I got over it, until I stopped into the store one day to do some grocery shopping and overheard to employees talking about how Loraine’s NEPHEW MARCUS was practically useless and they couldn’t wait til he was gone for college.

That was when it finally clicked that I had reported my manager’s nephew to her for criminal actively. This was surely why I was fired, especially considering the timing.

I still probably wouldn’t have done anything, but this was the closest store to my house, and when I got to the checkout, I was met by none other than Loraine and informed I was no longer welcome in this location, or any location she worked at for the rest of my life. THAT truly set me off.

I immediately went home to my computer that, unbeknownst to Loraine, I usually uploaded all my photos to because the storage on my phone was crap. I never would have thought to check if I hadn’t had to leave, no groceries in hand, that day because I’d been BANNED from my local store.

I emailed the entire story to corporate, photos included. I heard the rest second hand but apparently, corporate was VERY interested in the information I sent. I heard higher ups showed up one day with the regional manager, requesting the loss prevention logs, checking surveillance camera footage and asking questions about Marcus and Loraine.

A few days after their arrival, Marcus was asked into a meeting from which he left in handcuffs and escorted by the police. Loraine didn’t leave in cuffs but she did leave jobless.

We lived in a very small town with nothing better to report in their paper so I got to read the story of Marcus’ arrest and subsequent charges. Over the course of three years he’d taken over $10K in unpurchased merchandise and was subsequently convicted of a felony and served prison time.

The best part? I later ran into Loraine in another store about a year later. She was working as a bagger. The manager who’d abused her power to shield her nephew, was now working the absolute LEAST powerful and lowest paying position possible. Meanwhile, I’d had no trouble getting a better paying job with better benefits that I was extremely happy in. Being the generous and forgiving person I am🤭, I let her help with loading my groceries.

While she was loading everything into my car, I got a few dollars out of my wallet to tip her (I’m not a monster after all) but grabbed a post it from my bag too. I wrote a note that basically said, “Sorry Karma B-sl@pped you so hard, but hopefully this helps.” I wrapped the note in the bills, so I didn’t get to see her face when she read it, but I still chuckle a bit imagining it. 😂

So yeah, that’s my best petty revenge story. Hope you enjoyed it.

ETA: Yes, the story is true. Yes, I changed the names but nothing else. Yes, I have provided multiple clarifications and explained many things in the comments that should help.

No, I didn’t use AI in any form to write this. No, I wasn’t expecting much from this post as I’m new to Reddit and honestly, I expected it to be ignored for the most part.

I’m grateful for all the positive comments and appreciate everyone’s enjoyment of one of my favorite stories from my life.

**Real names btw!!**

I had been friends with this girl, “Indy,” for a while, and looking back, I ignored a lot of red flags because I cared about her.

She could be extremely manipulative with me. She would get upset over really small things, make me feel like I had done something terrible when I hadn’t, and would sometimes use money as leverage. If she had helped me financially or paid for something, she would later bring it up during arguments or make me feel like I owed her for it. It became exhausting because I never knew what tiny thing would suddenly make her angry.

While she was dating her boyfriend, “Jett,” she constantly complained about him to me.
She called him clingy, immature and apparently had plenty of negative things to say about his appearance, hygiene, finances and personality. She also told me multiple times that she was thinking about breaking up with him, talking to other people, or liking someone else.
At the same time, she was still with him. There were also times when she talked to me about another guy she was interested in. Whenever I asked who it was or what was happening, she wouldn’t give me a straight answer and would tell me to keep it anonymous.
Then she eventually broke up with Jett.

After the breakup, she started telling people her version of the relationship. One of the things she told me was that Jett had cheated on her. She showed me messages between them and used those conversations as evidence that he had supposedly been the problem.
The problem was that I knew things about the relationship that didn’t line up with the story she was telling everyone.
So eventually, I decided Jett deserved to hear what I actually knew.

I messaged him and asked if he was Jett. I told him that Indy had been going around talking about their breakup and explained what she’d told me.
I told him she had described him as clingy and emotionally immature, and that she had shown me messages from their relationship. I also told him that she had repeatedly talked to me about breaking up with him, being interested in other people and potentially talking to someone else while they were together.
Jett responded.

He admitted that he had been clingy at times and that he struggled to communicate his emotions, but he strongly denied ever cheating on her. He said he had genuinely loved her and had tried hard to make the relationship work. He also told me that she had tried to break up with him more than once, but that he had tried to keep the relationship together.

Then he asked me the question I knew was coming:
**Who did she cheat with, and when?**
I didn’t actually know enough to give him a definite answer.

Indy had talked about another guy, but whenever I pushed for details, she refused to tell me. I told Jett exactly that instead of pretending I knew something I didn’t.
He also told me that two mutual friends had contacted him after the breakup and told him what Indy had said about him. Apparently, they hadn’t been taking her side in the way she claimed they had.
The conversation got more complicated when Jett asked about some of the things she’d said about him personally.
I told him that she had called him poor and had made comments about his hygiene and teeth. I also told him that she’d frequently complained to me about him not having a job.

Jett basically responded that yes, he was struggling financially, but that he’d spent a significant amount of money on her during their relationship.
He also said some things about her behaviour that I hadn’t known. At that point, I started realizing just how different the two versions of the relationship were.
Indy had portrayed herself to me as someone who was constantly being mistreated by an immature boyfriend.
Jett was describing a relationship where he had felt manipulated, criticized and repeatedly threatened with a breakup while trying to keep things together.
And honestly, knowing Indy, I could believe that both of them had been hurt—but I couldn’t ignore the things she’d personally told me.

There was another part that really bothered me.
Indy had previously talked to me about wanting to take their relationship further physically, then would change her mind or say she wasn’t ready. She had even asked me for help getting birth control because she was considering becoming sexually active with him. I never told Jett those things to embarrass her; I brought them up because she had used the situation as part of her complaints about him afterward. Jett’s reaction made it pretty clear that he had genuinely been confused by some of what had happened.
Eventually, he asked me if the other guy she’d mentioned was “Oscar.”

I told him there was a different guy she had never given me details about. And that was basically the moment I realized how much information I’d been carrying around without realizing it. I don’t think Jett was perfect. He admitted himself that he could be clingy and that he struggled with communicating his emotions. But I also don’t think someone being imperfect gives their partner the right to manipulate them, constantly criticize them, use money against them, or tell completely different versions of the relationship to different people.
Looking back, I also feel guilty for not saying something sooner.

I was scared Indy would turn on me, and considering how she’d treated me over relatively small things, I had a pretty good reason to be scared of losing the friendship.
But eventually I realized that keeping quiet was also allowing her version of events to become the only version people heard. I don’t know exactly what happened between Indy and Jett in every single part of their relationship, and I’m not claiming I do. I just know what she personally told me, what she showed me, and what she told other people—and a lot of it didn’t match the story she was telling after the breakup.

**TL;DR:** My former friend constantly complained about her boyfriend to me, criticized him, used money to control me, and told me she was interested in other people while they were together. After they broke up, she told people he had cheated and portrayed herself as the victim. I eventually contacted him and told him what she’d actually been saying to me. He denied cheating and explained that their relationship had been much more complicated than the story she’d been telling. I don’t know every detail, but I do know her stories didn’t consistently line up with what she’d told me

every time i would hang out with her and Jett and i had a conversation with him about our mutual interests she would get upset and start an hour long argument with us about how were trying to have an affair

I (32M) was with my ex (34F) for four years. We had incredible highs and some pretty bad lows, but I genuinely loved her and believe she loved me too.

During our relationship, I became the most financially successful I’d ever been. Unfortunately, I was also on felony probation and had multiple warrants for failing to report. I knew police were looking for me, so sometimes my girlfriend would pick me up from work and I’d hide in the trunk of her SUV so officers wouldn’t realize I lived with her.

One day, an officer saw her drive by while I was in the trunk. He ran back to his cruiser and pulled her over. They searched the vehicle, found me, and I was arrested. Because it was my third or fourth probation violation, I was sentenced to six months in a community-based corrections facility.

Almost immediately, my girlfriend stopped answering my calls. She scheduled a visit and didn’t show. Eventually, I accepted that our relationship was over and stopped contacting her.

Near the end of my sentence, I convinced my counselor to drive past our old home to see if my car was still there. It was, and I was relieved because that car was basically the one thing I had left to rebuild my life.

About a week after being released, I contacted my ex about getting it. She agreed. I knew she had a new boyfriend, so I didn’t want to show up unannounced or cause drama. I just wanted my car and to move on.

The next day, I had a ride ready and called her. No answer. I waited, called again, texted, and waited some more. Two more days passed. Eventually, after repeatedly calling, she answered.
I asked, “Can I come get my car?”
She replied, almost as if she’d rehearsed it: “Oh, what? I thought you already came and got it. It’s not in the driveway anymore.”
I immediately knew she’d done something with it. My car had been sitting there for over six months, and suddenly it disappeared right when I was released and ready to retrieve it.

I contacted her sister, who was someone I was still on good terms with. She tried to get information from my ex but couldn’t.
That’s when I got angry.
Over the next few days, I created a fake Facebook account with a fake identity and photos. My ex cleaned houses for extra money, so I contacted her pretending to be a potential customer. I even had a roommate record a voice message I’d written so she wouldn’t recognize me.
I eventually convinced her to meet “me” at a house less than a football field from the local police department. She told me what vehicle she was driving and said she’d wait there for me.

Instead, I called the police and claimed to be a concerned citizen reporting a woman using hard drugs in a running vehicle near the house. I specifically said she appeared unconscious and had drugs/paraphernalia around her.

Police arrived within minutes. She resisted when they confronted her, found drugs, and arrested her for felony drug possession and resisting arrest. Her vehicle was towed, and she couldn’t afford to retrieve it after being released.

Many moons ago, after I split with my first wife, I rented a small house so I could have my kids over the weekends.

Anyway, I started having problems with my next door neighbour, who claimed that the access alley between our houses was actually hers, and that we weren't allowed to use it. (I'd spoken to the landlord, who says this was twaddle, and showed me the relevant paperwork). I'd had enough at this point, and had recently decided to rent a slightly bigger property outside of town.

However, a couple of weeks before leaving, I returned from work to find she'd attached a gate to the entrance, with the audacity to attach one side of it to my house.

I quizzed her and she said she'd given me enough warning, and had taken matters into her own hands.

Anyway, the morning I was moving out, she wasnt there, I noticed the satellite tv cable was there, sitting all unguarded riding alongside the shared path. A sharp edged table 'accidentally' may have twice severed the cable, but hey, I guess accidents happen.

I never saw or heard from her again, but I felt little karma afterwards

There’s this one guy whose party I’m trying to get shut down tonight.
There are going to be people under 21 drinking, and I’m pretty sure some people will also be doing drugs, possibly Molly. I know it sounds petty but honestly getting this party shut down would be some pretty good revenge .
I’d explain more, but I really want to keep my identity private.
believe there will be around 200 people there. I was planning on calling the police later to report it, but is it okay to call more than once so they shut it down? Or is there some way to report it online or have multiple reports made about the party
How can I report it in a way that actually gets the party shut down?

Thanks .

I went to a private international school for boys in my city. Wasn’t anything super crazy, just where the wealthy families or expat families send their kids. The whole thing is in French so a lot of the teachers are brought from Europe.

One of these teachers I’ll call him mister H. He taught French for the kids who are 13-14, so equal to USA 8th grade or UK year 9. He was such an asshole. Racist to us, mean, the whole thing. He was terrible when I had him. We would always tell the headmaster and the other admin about his behavior, but nothing would ever be done about it. In fact, he would turn it back onto us and act even worse.

The last year he was at this school he was particularly bad. I was 17 so he was not my problem anymore, but he threw my little brother out of his chair. Other kids even got it on video and nothing was done about it. I was really upset. How could someone do this to a child? He came home with a bleeding nose because of how he landed. I’ll never forget how angry I was.

Not me, but about half of the students at our school are boarders and they stay at night on the school dorms. It is not like the movies where they are trapped, once class is over they can come and go as they would like, and the ones who are 18 mostly have cars. At lunch time a lot of them will go back to their dorm and cook, and on Thursday nights they can have friends over as long as they are male and also go to this school. That Thursday, I was complaining to my friend, I will call him A, about what mister H did to my little brother, and he said that this same week, mister H had thrown an iPad at his little brother and hurt him badly. Other guys were saying similar things. We spent the whole lunch hour talking about mister H, and here we decided we were going to do something about him. A asked me if I wanted to spend the night in his dorm, and I was glad to do it, since this is the only situation where my parents let me sleep over anywhere.

That night, me, A, his twin brother I will call B, and another friend, C, were all starting to make a plan. We made a group chat with all of the guys we trust in our year, and asked them for ideas. By the end of the night, we had a whole month of things planned for mister H, and half of the top year class was in on it.

THE REVENGE

Our school building and the dorms are connected, and the door between them is unlocked in case somebody would like to grab something from their locker in the night. That night on Thursday, C got powder laxative and went to the teacher break/lunch room to see if anything belonged to mister H. Found some rice and chicken. Jackpot. He put all that was left in the laxative bottle in the container and stirred it.

On Sunday, we all tried to be where we might find mister H. When B texted the group that he just saw mister H go to lunch, we all made excuses to leave class to watch the show. At the last minute, C suggested we go clog every toilet in his wing of the school, so that’s what we did. We shoved rolls of toilet paper, school papers, whatever we had on us into the toilets. Within about half an hour, there were two functioning toilets left in the school. The bathroom lines were getting crazy long, eight or ten people each.

Another half an hour passes, and B sends us what I think is one of the best videos I have seen. Mister H was practically waddling down the hallway holding his ass and looking desperately for the bathrooms. At the end of the video, he shits himself. Loudly. And enough of it to go on the floor. He went home early this day.

On Monday, he was back like nothing happened. I had my little brother ask mister H why he wasn’t there on Sunday, and he told the class he ate something bad. He didn’t even know it was us. On this day, I waited for mister H to leave for lunch to see if he had left his car keys in his room. Stupidly, he did. I put them in my locker and texted A to let him know the plan will work and he sprinted to his room to get some fish from his dorm fridge. This was going to be for his dinner this week, but we decided this was a better purpose for it. A got the keys from my locker and put it in mister H’s car. It was at least 40c/104f this day, and school was not over for another three hours. It just happened that my last class this day had a perfect view of mister H’s car so I stayed back to watch.

I was waiting to enjoy this when my little brother called. He was crying. He told me mister H punched him and another kid in the face. I told my little brother to come to this room since everybody left, and I had something cool to show him. When he came, I told him to look through the window and wait. A few minutes later, mister H went to go unlock his car, and my brother and I got to watch him open his car and start gagging. He ran away and did not even close the door. We got a good laugh from this one, but I was so angry he hit my brother again. I knew we had to step up.

My friend D was a bit of a bad kid. Honestly I was too, but not anything like D. I actually think he is in prison now, I’m not sure. I called him that night and the exchange went a bit like:

Me: Remember mister H? Today he punched my brother and another kid in their faces. What should I do?

D: He lives two streets over from me. Just wait, I will handle it.

Me: what will you do?

Click

I was a bit worried. I had no idea what D was planning, and he wasn’t returning calls from me. I didn’t sleep that night because I thought D would kill the guy or something.

Tuesday morning came, and mister H was nowhere to be found. I really thought D beat him up or something. I went and found D, and I asked what he had done. He laughed at me for thinking he murdered someone, and he told me he just put a bunch of tacks under the tires on mister H’s car. (Looking back, this was probably his wife’s car, since he left the fish car at the school.) We did not see mister H this day.

On Wednesday, mister H was back in I think a rented car. I didn’t see it, but I heard from my brother that he went off on his students. He blamed them for the car tires and zeroed in on a kid in the back of the class. He ripped the desk part off of the chair/desk combo sort of thing and beat this kid with it. This kid had to go to the hospital, but thankfully he did not have any serious injuries. And the school admin still did nothing about mister H. A and B were pissed. When school ended, they went and found mister H, and dragged him to the school gym. They opened a small storage closet shoved him in, and shut the door and held it. They kept him in like this for an hour. Mister H tried to report this to the headmaster, but A and B are sort of golden children with the admin, and they didn’t even believe mister H.

By Thursday morning, the whole school heard about what mister H did to that kid. It was all the boarding kids talked about the whole night. Everyone was sick of mister H, but we weren’t sure how to put an end to him for good. A and B shared a room, and they invited me and D for that night. D brought alcohol, which is a rare joy since that is basically illegal in our country. We got pretty drunk, and we got the amazing idea to put a bottle or two in the drawers at his desk and have A and B’s little brother tell on him on Sunday. And that’s what they did.

Sunday came, and one of them snuck the bottles in the drawer in the desk in mister H’s room. Just like we planned, their little brother went and told the admin that it was there. They didn’t believe him at first, so I told my little brother to go say this to them too. This time they went to investigate. From what I hear, they pulled all the kids and mister H out of his classroom and went looking around and found it, and nobody saw mister H again that day or for the whole week.

I’m not totally sure what happened to mister H, but they went to talk to my brother’s class and told them that mister H will not be their teacher anymore. Nobody saw him again, and that same week there was a sign at his house saying it was for sale. Nobody ever saw him around the city either, so we think he had to go back to France.

Hi y'all, a while back I made a post about my pedo ex husband getting the house in the divorce thanks to his lawyer dad. I have an update!

They spent so much in lawyer fees getting the house that they are now in debt and will be selling the place to recoup. They will be lucky if they break even because they still have other upcoming things they will need to pay for.

Meanwhile I will be paying off my debts this has caused and have enough of a down payment for my own place and a fresh start.

I guess such a thing as karma and justice exists after all. Thank you for all the tips, though. Might come in useful for some of the personal belongings. He had gotten so gross that some of his stuff was already nasty anyway!

❤️

A few months ago I moved into a quiet apartment complex in Florida after landing my first real job. I'm 20, working from home most days, and the one thing that drove me crazy was the parking. We only have assigned spots and mine was right by the stairs so I could haul my groceries up without killing my back.

This guy in 4B, let's call him Mike, thought the rules didn't apply to him. He'd pull his loud truck into my spot almost every evening even though his own spot was two rows over and always empty. First couple times I left polite notes on his windshield. He crumpled them up and tossed them on the ground. Then he started parking there on purpose, like it was a game.

I was so fed up I went to the landlord twice. He just shrugged and said to call towing if it happened again. So that's exactly what I did. I found the cheapest after-hours towing service that charged by the hour and kept their number saved. The third time Mike took my spot I waited until 10pm, snapped a picture with the complex rules sign in frame, and had them haul his truck away. Cost him almost 400 bucks.

He was furious when he found out the next morning. Came banging on my door yelling about how I was a crazy bitch. I just smiled sweetly and told him the spot was assigned and maybe next time he'd remember. After that he avoided my side of the lot completely for a couple weeks.

But old habits die hard. About a month later I came home late from running errands and there was his truck again, crooked over the line like he owned it. I didn't even get mad this time. Just called the same towing company, went inside, poured myself some iced tea, and watched from my window as they hooked it up and drove off.

He had to take an Uber to the tow yard the next day. I heard him complaining loudly to another neighbor about "that entitled girl in 2C." The neighbor actually laughed and said maybe he should stop parking in her spot.

Since then my parking spot has stayed empty and Mike parks in his own like a normal person. Sometimes I still see him glaring but he hasn't tested me again. Feels pretty good knowing all it took was letting the system do the work for me.

Gonna start by saying I do not wear exposing clothing. Never have. Most of the time, I wear a binder, but I can only safely wear it 8-10 hours a day for five days in a row max, and bras make me dysphoric as a transmasc genderfluid person. So, definitely sfw (this is for you mods), and I am completely covered.

My mom often says things like 'Your dad is uncomfortable with you not wearing a bra.' and 'It makes him feel like a pedophile'. Mind you, I'm in my 20s. So definitely NOT a child, and I can absolutely consent to a sexual relationship, but not with my damn father. She also says, 'It's natural for boys to stare,' which demonizes young men and boys who can respect women if raised correctly.

I bring up how my MALE best friend never looks at me like that, and my parents say, 'That's because you're friends. Strangers will stare," As if it's MY fault for not wearing a bra in my own home that I get catcalled.

So, I've started PURPOSELY not wearing a bra. Only in the house, I still wear my binder when I go outside, and I just don't wear it on the Weekends when I have nothing to do and nowhere to go. It's been driving my parents nuts. They've only gotten more firm, and I just tell them, 'I'm in my house; who's gonna look?' They never have an answer because the only ones that can look are THEM.

i was parking my car coming home from work, tomorrow is trash day so a lot of people have their bins out. i was parallel parking into a spot where the buns were right in front of the driveway, fricken whoops i pushed one of the bins back with my car. the neighbor of the owner of the house comes out and literally waits for me to get out of the car, and then the interaction went like this:

him: “do you know how to drive”

me: “it wasn’t my intention to hit the bin obviously”

him: “yeah but you backed into the bin”

me: “sir it’s not even your bin”

him: “yeah but what if it was a car”

me: “okay but it wasn’t”

then he says some shit along the line of “are you going to fix it”, which obviously i did, and then says something i can’t even remember and juts said “have a great night sir” bc im not a very confrontational person anyways. i got home and just keep going over the scenario in my head. there’s so much more i wish i did but i didn’t want to cause a scene on my street at 10pm.

i want to be petty im ngl, it literally was none of his business what was going on, HIS BINS WERE IN HIS OWN DRIVE WAY. WHY ARE YOU EVEN WORRIED ABOUT IT????? sorry im pissed lol

My husband has a friend that is a scumbag. He is in his mid 40s, has a wife and 2 daughters in his origin country, his oldest daughter in his 20s is sending messages to alll his friends desperate to find out more about him and his new family here since he abandoned them there. and has a wife and 2 young daughters here in the US. He also has side chicks and girlfriends and is on dating apps and his wife doesn’t know. He almost got deported but his wife saved him with good lawyers. He is a raging alcoholic and fights people left and right and goes out every single night to the bars and clubs in our city. He just annoys the hell out of me and I can’t do anything major because he is a good worker for my husband but he goes out with him on work trips because of course they are work trips and I just feel so much hate and rage so I need some revenge ideas that are not too crazy but will help me feel better lol. I haven’t been accepted to my “are we dating the same guy” for our city yet so I can’t anonymously expose him either lol

A couple years back I was working at a small marketing firm right out of college. My boss, let's call him Derek, was the type who loved taking long lunches and then swooping in at the last minute to "oversee" everything. He was all charm in front of the clients but treated the rest of us like we existed to make him look good. I was 20, fresh faced and eager, putting in extra hours on a huge campaign that could have landed us a major account.

I spent weeks researching, designing the whole pitch deck, writing the copy, even stayed late to rehearse the presentation. Derek barely glanced at it until the day before we were supposed to present. Then he suddenly decided he was going to "lead" the meeting himself. He told me my role was just to sit quietly and nod if he needed backup. I was furious but kept my mouth shut, figuring I'd let my work speak for itself.

The morning of the big meeting he walked in with my slides, my numbers, my strategy, and started presenting like he'd done it all. He stumbled over the data, mispronounced the client's product name, and completely butchered the closing argument I had spent days perfecting. The clients looked confused, then bored, then annoyed. One of them actually asked a basic question that was literally on slide four, and Derek froze.

I saw my opening. When he looked at me desperately for help, I smiled sweetly and said, "Actually, Derek put that section together last night after I left. Maybe he can walk us through the full analytics?" Then I sat back and let him drown. He fumbled through half-remembered bullet points while the clients exchanged looks. The meeting ended early with a polite "We'll be in touch."

Two days later the client emailed the owner directly saying they loved the creative but couldn't work with someone who clearly didn't understand the material. The owner called an emergency meeting, replayed the presentation, and asked Derek to explain his process. He couldn't. When pressed, he tried to throw me under the bus, claiming I gave him bad data.

That's when I slid the version-stamped files across the table, complete with timestamps showing I'd finished everything three days before he ever touched it. I also included the late-night Slack messages where he told me not to attend the meeting because "he had it covered." The room went dead silent.

Derek was gone by the end of the week. The owner personally thanked me and gave me his office. I still smile every time I walk past the empty desk where he used to sit. Turns out stealing credit is a lot less fun when everyone watches you choke on it.

I started a new job and actually really enjoyed it. It started out as a small company and eventually turned into a pretty large corporation, but when I first started there were only maybe 5–7 staff members total.
There was one payroll/HR person, 2–3 call center staff, one dispatcher, one CSR/office manager, the president of the company, and our technicians.
There was a girl I worked with who, for the sake of the story, we’ll call Dawn. She trained me when I first started, answered questions I had as a new hire, and honestly seemed pretty new herself. She was new, just not as new as me.
Anyway, Dawn was pretty “in” with the manager and another girl who worked there. We’ll call them Letty (CSR manager) and Nadia (CSR/dispatch help/install coordinator).
Dawn was actually pretty nice compared to the other two, so I felt comfortable asking her questions when I needed help. She even started telling me things management was saying, supposedly to help me be more receptive to everything going on.
Looking back, I think she was probably trying to get me comfortable enough to talk shit with her.
She would tell me that Letty and Nadia were mean, that they talked shit about everyone, and that she was just doing her job and trying to stay out of it. But she definitely seemed more involved than I initially realized.
Well, low and behold, she ended up landing me in an office with Letty, Nadia, and HR from corporate.
Great.
To be completely honest, during that “talk” with Dawn, I did say that I felt Nadia might have been homophobic because of how I felt she had been treating me at the time. Thankfully, we all apologized, things were settled, and I didn’t lose my job.
Eventually, Letty left the company, and Nadia moved departments and went completely into install.
Dawn was left in the office while the company started hiring more CSRs. Eventually, we had around 10 people in the office and it was getting kind of crazy.
Then a new manager came in, and suddenly Dawn was the odd one out. She didn’t get along with him at all. I actually got along with him pretty well.
At some point, Dawn had the nerve to message me about another employee calling her a “fat bitch” and saying other nasty stuff about her. It was pretty wild.
And honestly, I don’t know why she thought I would be on her side after everything that had happened.
She had spent all that time telling me she wasn’t really “in” with Letty and Nadia, that they wanted her to be, that she was just doing her job, etc. She made me comfortable enough to say things I probably shouldn’t have said.
And yes, looking back, I was stupid for falling for it.
So when she sent me the messages about our coworker, I showed them to the new CSR manager.
He ended up writing her up. He told her that IT had found the messages in Teams.
She was pissed.
Later, she literally texted me telling me that she’d been written up (or something along those lines). I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I apparently said something that made it obvious that I was the one who had shown the manager the messages.
And that’s when it clicked for her.
I guess I basically gave her the same feeling she gave me when she landed me in that office with HR.
We never spoke again.
But honestly? It was pretty damn satisfying knowing she knew I was the reason she got written up, and now she doesn’t even work there anymore while I’m still there. 😂
Was it petty? Absolutely.
Was it revenge? I guess so. lol

I got stood up on a date and to make matters worse, I showed up to this bar anyways even though he wouldn't answer my texts all day.

This rando started talking to me. I remember what he looks like. While leaving his place, I was in a haze, I even accused him then and there that the drink tasted funny and how I'd never felt like that before. He took me for even more of a fool by taking the juice out of his fridge and having me smell it. As if The drink in my cup and the carton didn't smell wildly different. All of it makes me so mad. I even sat through his fancy Project Manager meeting over zoom. I had just lost my job.

Please help me get him. I'm sure he will be at that place again. I can hunt him down. But once I do.. what's the set up? Or do I tell the security of the bar/casino ? (MGM in Maryland)

This happened 2 years ago. Should I go to the police?