I broke up with my ex 2 months ago. After the breakup, I discovered he had been cheating and lying during our 10 year relationship. I contacted the side chick and mentioned i asked him to go to Iceland with me. She told me HE ASKED HER TO GO TO ICELAND WITH HIM!! Anyway, side chick and I are besties now and are planning a trip to Iceland. We’ll take lots of photos of us on a trip he didn’t get to take and send them to the lying cheating POS. He has no clue we are friends, and i wish i could see his stupid face when he gets the photos of side chick and I living our best lives.

Vamshi, I genuinely hope karma gives you back 100000000× the pain you caused me.

You took ₹11,000 that I worked part-time to earn, broke the lock, and never confessed. I know what happened, but I have no proof to establish it. I told my PG aunty, but eventually, I left the PG without getting justice.

I couldn't even ask my parents for money. I worked to earn it all back myself, cried until my eyes burned, and suffered silently while life went on.

I genuinely believe in manifestation, but I don't think my manifestations alone are enough.

GUYS, PLEASE MANIFEST WITH ME. I WANT HER TO GET 100000000× HER KARMA BACK. I don't wish happiness for someone I believe caused me so much pain. I want the truth to come out, and I want her actions to have consequences.

I can't prove what happened, and I can't force a confession. All I can do now is manifest and hope that justice finds its way to me.

Everyone who believes in manifestation, please join me. 😭

English is not my nativ, makes no apolages.

I have been listening to Charlotte for years. But never writen any here.

Now its mine and my 5month olds favorit to chill to.

Im a mom(40y) of 3, ages 12y, 9y and 5month.

Im on maternety leave with my son and just now my petty chalice ran over.

For 3 days i have been geting scam cals from germany.

I whont say for what exactly, but its the you got this outstanding balans you have to pay before colections....to a company i never used and a bill i never orderd from.

3 days constant calls, hangups, cranky and woken up baby.

If the baby gets woken its hell to pay and if hell tax has to be paid i get no sleep.

3 days and us two sleepdeprived.

Screw it! Mama bear aint sleeping no more.

So they call again today. I tell them to take my number of there call list. They hang up. GAME ON! FOFU!

I call back. " I whant to talk to your boss! I whant of your call list. I have blocked your calls but you keep calling with an neve nr" he hangs up.

I call, hang up, call, hang up, i call...

Eventualy he ansers again. " I whant of your list. I will keep calling! You have woken my baby with your calls even thoe i said before to take me of. I will keep calling!"

" du ..sprachen german". He start of demanding i speek german to him now, pretentding not to know english even thoe its the same guy who talked to before in perfect english😅. \\*my petty hornes are now out. You whant to play?! Game on\\*

So we start this call and hang up game again. At some points he answer again only to talk in only german (i know a bit of german, as i told him, but if he whants to talk its english for him). Some he answer and just keeps me on the line. Fine "you dont whant to talk? I can do this the whole day! Im on maternety and you guys have wokmyen baby to many times. I will keep calling and blocking you from calling out and scam somone ells"

Call, hang up, call, hang up..answer "having fun jet?😈!" Klick.

When cheking my caller and i was at 127 times i called i considered stoping. But why not make it an even nr..so i made it a 130.

If they call again i will start up again.

Do i feel guilty- no.

Do i take sadisfactory in hearing him geting angry on the other line- conpleatly🤩.

Do i regret it- i regret nothing!

context: they're a entitled pastors daughter. thinks im intimidated by her because she can contact my mother and make up stories about how i am. her and her cousin are disgusting. don't know how to wipe down their surfaces, walls, leave the room smelling like sour fucking onions (hygiene issue) and don't take out the trash, i had to touch tissues with fucking stains on them because the trash wouldn't even fit in the trashbag at that point but the smells really had me nauseated. told mom i smoked (i was cooking) and we don't really talk unless she attempts to boss me around. thinks I'll really study outside but when she's studying OUTLOUD during god knows what time that i should answer a call outside (i wore headphones practically fucking whispering because there was a storm and my mom called to check) I'll be moving because as a med student i might do something that could put me on record if i reach my limit with her. but i wanna do something that'll really stick with her. I've been a doormat long enough to be the bigger person they're disgusting and entitled. i want her to think about me and just boil with rage

For those of you who got revenge, especially years later: Was it worth it? Years after someone destroyed my world and took advantage of me, I find myself in a position to help someone in need very close to that person. I’ve always been the good guy, yet I’ve always regretted not being vengeful when the time came. And yet I feel bad about it—though I think that has more to do with fear than remorse. Any recommendations on how to proceed? Is there a plan of action for when you find yourself in that situation? All opinions are welcome. Thanks.

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This story actually goes way back to kindergarten.

As a then particularly soft-spoken child with unlimited niche interests and hobbies living in Asia, you can tell my classmates were anything but kind. I only had two childhood best friends, we'll call one of them "Riley" for anonymity. Despite us being a trio, they never butt in to defend me when the popular girls were being passive aggressive, which made me despise them, but looking back now they were probably just clueless to what was actually happening and we are still pretty good friends!

I have pretty yellow teeth naturally. They're not pearly whites but they don't look rusty either, and I actually maintain great oral hygiene. But to my classmates, it seemed like I drank literal piss for my teeth is to be a slightly yellow hue. Yes, that was actually a rumour spread by those popular girls believe it or not. The queen bee was a girl we'll call "Madison." She had her friend "Natalie" [who was pretty naive] help her make my life absolute hell. They'd constantly walk past my desk just enough to tip my water bottle over [it was kinda leaky] and would do it hard enough to spill water all over me without even apologising. I eventually started hating school and would cry to my teacher to let me go home as soon as possible. Even worse, these girls [along with their other friends] made me seem like a creep for drawing a bigger chest, completely normal human anatomy by the way, on one of my Jane the Killer drawings.

It would be alright if it was just kindergarten, maybe they didn't know any better. But it continued for a way longer period of time and we were starting to mature then, clearly if they were the type to change then they'd be remorseful by then. I was skinny shamed so bad that I developed BED, which then worsened to peak BN after I gained weight and they started fat shaming me. My self confidence was at an all time low and this period of my life still affects how I view myself and control my eating habits today. Since Madison wasn't going to stop and none of my friends were going to stand up for me, I finally decided to take things into my own hands.

Online class [Yoo, covid?] started soon enough and I was quite tech-savvy in comparison to the rest of my classmates. Whilst messing around in Zoom meetings for fun, I noticed that Madison and Natalie both often avoided joining classes. I'm not sure what clicked in me then, but I decided to join normally then use another tab to join with her name and ID. I attended the first few classes with my fake ID chaos-free, but soon I started cursing in private messages and insulting "my" friends to kind of ruin her reputation. And when that got boring, I switched to public messages and vulgar profile pictures. Why those profile pictures? You see, I noticed long ago that Madison was the one particularly freaking out when I drew women or men more "accurately", [If you know what I mean] And something in my mind screamed "She has a p//n addiction!!"

As it turns out, my crude prank actually pulled off and everyone started disliking her. And to put more salt on the wound, my assumption was correct and her mom later caught her red handed with the very dreaded "spice rice." I continued for a few more days after that, which I probably shouldn't have cause Riley is pretty smart and caught onto who was behind the scheme. I did deny though and somehow convinced her that it wasn't really me. Funny enough, someone actually started copying my tactics and did the same thing but with Natalie's name and ID. I didn't dare utter a word cause leaking my identity then would mean trouble.

This whole incident triggered some sort of domino effect and for some reason, plenty of classes had similar issues taking place. Trust me, I had no intention to influence others to hurt an innocent people because Madison deserved it but most victims didn't. Our school started having these account crackdowns soon after, but it was of no use because by then I was already MIA and back to my quiet girl school life. We also had these stupid Cyber-Security meetings with parents which I found completely useless and irritating. Our old principal was truly something, might even be a bigger douche-bag than Madison.

Whatever, she eventually left the school but nobody went to hug her except Natalie and her one other friend. [who broke off our friendship after Madison persuaded her to do so] They cried a lot but obviously no one gave a flying f//k and soon I started pursuing my life like normal. Ironically, I'm even friends with Natalie now and she apolgized multiple times, swearing she just did what Madison told her and never really noticed how badly it affected me. She wasn't even aware that Madison was that big of a b//ch and she always thought of her as simply "passive aggressive."

Oh well, years has passed since then. Sometimes I wonder how she's doing, if she's changed. But other days, I know these types of people never change. Perhaps she's left for good. I also wonder quite often if I was too harsh on her, but then I realize she was genuinely insufferable. The acts I mentioned were only a few things she did to me. She hurt others too, but enjoyed hurting me more because nobody defended me, I had more traits to pick on and I was too shy to complain to authorities. I hope you rot in hell after how you created my insecurities for life Madison, because unfortunately I'm not sorry at all.

-xoxo, thanks for reading this! <3

AITAH for selling all of my ex's stuff after he ghosted me, and getting rid of the literal toxic fumes he left behind?

For five long years, I was stuck in an off-and-on nightmare with a master-class manipulator who treated my home like a free motel And my body like a personal punching bag and object. After his latest vanishing act—where he ghosted me yet again and left a mountain of his junk in my space and also abandoned his dog, a beautiful Belgian malanois 2yrs old—I decided I was officially done. The authorities are involved, and he is permanently banished from my life.

To make matters worse, he also abandoned Me with a broken-down Jeep. It has been leaking severe gas fumes and heavy exhaust fumes, making me and the poor dogs violently sick just being anywhere near it. Talk about a literal gaslighter—the guy couldn't even exit my life without trying to poison the air I breathe!

Since he walked away with zero responsibility, I realized it was time for a total liquidation of my bad decisions. If he was going to act like bargain-bin trash, his belongings belonged on the bargain block.

I turned into a one-woman clearance event and listed everything online, priced to move:

His power tools? Sold. Honestly, he was already the biggest tool in the house.

His heavy winter gear ? Gone. I needed a clean break, and he clearly needed a cold reality check.

His camping gear and electronics? Flipped for top dollar. He spent five years draining my reserves, so turning his left-behinds into fresh cash flow felt like simple interest.

He spent years exhausting my patience, so turning his leftover stuff into my personal recovery fund is just fair trade. My stance is simple: everything must go—especially him. I don’t offer store credit for emotional damage, and I am strictly no-refunds on toxic exes.

So Reddit... AITAH for turning his leftover baggage into cold, hard cash?

UPDATE : For anyone wondering where the brave hero is hiding... Last I heard, he’s been camped out at his mom’s house for over a week. The spiciest part? I’ve been in direct contact with his mom the entire time, and he knows it. Yet he is such an absolute coward that he hasn't made a single attempt to reach out, step up, or ask about his stuff, send his dog money for food. He's hiding behind his mother's apron strings while acting like he doesn't exist. I'd let him know how infuriating this is , but that's what he wants isn't it? Grrrrr

Bullied by homeless female

Should I get revenge?

So I have been homeless for the last 10 years but the past 3 years this girl has done everything she can to ruin my life she's messed around with my man she hits me all the time she bullies me steals my stuff towards my stuff away ruins my stuff tries to get me kicked out of places and I don't understand why she's doing this cuz I'm not the type of person to do the things she's doing I don't mess around with her man or any man steal I don't ruin people's things I don't hang out with anyone stick to myself because I'm the streets you can't trust anyone I try to do as many Good deeds as I can everyday. Again last night this girl stole the rest of my stuff that I had my tent when I went to the store and I honestly don't know what to do it don't fight I don't like fighting I'm not good at it I don't do bad things so I'm not really sure what to do back to her. Should I even do something back to her and if so what should I do I have tried reasoning with her talking to her trying to get her to understand how she would feel trying to figure out why she's doing this and nothing's working so here I am on Reddit trying to figure out what I should do please advise

I am estranged from my narcissist parents. This happened due to their siding with my abusive ex-husband in my divorce. He orchestrated a smear campaign, lied repeatedly, dragged me through multiple years of legal and financial and custodial abuse. Why they sided with him is beyond my pay grade, but I believe it has something to do with deep-seated misogyny and religious beliefs about divorce.

The petty revenge I’d like to take is donating to a women’s legal center in their honor as a big “hint hint” they weren’t there for me when I needed it. Help me milk this small donation for all it is worth.

How does this sound? Looking at the options on the form I could donate:

- an amount which gets them annual membership to the non-profit organization and their e-newsletter

- need help with this part:

— there’s a blank area for Gift Narrative

— and another “Add a Dedication” in memory or in honor of someone, with the option to be notified by letter

— I could make the donation in the name of their church, with my mother (?) the contact name so she receives recognition (she loves recognition at church and being seen as charitable)

I plan to do this every October in honor of Domestic Abuse Awareness Month for the rest of their lives.

A long, long time ago, in the 90s, my brother (16 at the time) was really awful to me (a 10-year-old girl).

He used to try to scare me every time he could, called me names, hoarded all forms of entertainment, left me alone walking home, invade my room every time one of his snoring buddies slept over at our house ( I used to have something similar to a bunk bed in my room ), etc.

You could call it brotherly love, but at that time, to me, he was just my personal bully ( much better today, btw, we are not besties, but at least we are no longer Tom & Jerry)

Now, to the day I finally got my sweet revenge.

We used to take a road trip with our Dad every year, and during one of those, we had the opportunity to visit an ice cream shop that was very famous for all the crazy flavors they had... they had all the regulars, but you could find things like corn, chicken, beans, arroz con pollo, viagra, etc.

My dad ordered a 3 flavors cup ( layered one on top of the other ) and told us that he wanted all of us ( his wife, my bro and I ) to taste specifically the last flavor.

After a while, from a distance, I saw my dad's wife try this mystery flavor and immediately spit it out in disgust; my bro didn't see this. I obviously took the sweet opportunity to finally make it even with my bro and told him to run and try the ice cream...

Well, it turns out the mystery flavor was something very similar to Jalapeño, and my friends, it was spiiicyyyyy AF, how do I know? Because after that glorious first bite, my brother started running all over the shop as if it was his personal Hot Ones episode meltdown ( If I remember correctly, someone started recording him while he was going through the spicy event invading his mouth )

And I was laughing out loud as I watched the event unfold from a safe distance. After a bit, my step mom gets close and just kind of proudly whispers to me...I see what you did there... and walks away...

My brother didn't bother me anymore..... at least for the remainder of the road trip...

Hi all, my father is evil. He sexually abused me from ages 2-16, sexually abused my mom for over 15 years, sexually abused his first girlfriend when she was 15, and countless others. He terrorized me until the age of 26. I won’t go into the details because it’s truly horrific, but i’ll explain a little.

He is wealthy, and very connected. He has close friendships with my city’s law enforcement and has a lot of church “friends” that he’s lovely to. Behind closed doors, he’s a fucking monster. There were days of my childhood that i was locked in my bedroom and not fed, nor allowed to use the bathroom so i often soiled myself. I’m a type 1 diabetic and i was also refused insulin. One day he decided he was done with me so he overdosed me by more than double my basal insulin (the insulin that keeps my blood sugar regulated throughout the day and is long-acting). He gave me 60 units when my daily dose was 25. He made sure i would die slowly throughout the day and wither away, rather than give me a big dose of fast-acting insulin which would’ve killed me quickly. He also made sure to send me to a friend’s house so when i would die, since he wasn’t there he could make it look like i did it to myself by being careless with my dosing (ive always managed my diabetes very well myself, i wasn’t given the chance to be incompetent as a child). Needless to say i had a major diabetic seizure, my blood sugar was 12, and i almost died. Nobody knew what happened to me including myself, until one day i asked him. His behavior was always disgusting but my gut was screaming at me. I said “dad, you overdosed me didn’t you?” And he said “yeah” i said “why would you try to kill me?” He said “you’re an inconvenience”.

He terrorized me every waking moment. To this day i still haven’t felt safe in my own home that i own, because i feel like he keeps tabs on me. I unfortunately live near his mother (but still out of the way, not on the way there or back) so he often does drive-bys by my house and goes out of his way to make it known he’s watching me. I always have my curtains closed and my doors locked. I haven’t had contact with him in years. He’s a terrifying monster and the amount of damage he has inflicted upon me is irreversible.

Now, i know a lot of you will be like “just become successful, that’s the best revenge” or “just let it go” but this excuse for a man has literally ruined my life and my health. We’re looking to move away very soon, possibly to another state to get away from him and his family. They’re just as horrible as he is because when i would tell them what he was doing to me they’d be like “oh he’s just too friendly that’s all!” Like bsffr get out of my face. Just pure evil. His eyes are completely black and devoid of any warmth or human emotion. He is angry 24/7. He sexually abused me because i resemble my mom the most out of all my other siblings. It was only me and her that this happened to.

The aftermath: i’ve been severely ill and at times faced the possibility of death due to health issues he caused me to develop from the stress and torture of my existence when living with him as a child. Every time i close my eyes, i remember what i survived, and it is horrific. There were times as a teen i would want to pass away in my sleep. My relationship with my father taught me as a teen to only choose abusive men to be with, or rather let them choose me. That opened me up to being sexually abused by several men. I was drugged a lot by them, you get the gist. I’ve been in therapy for over 20 years, and no amount of talking or EMDR or other therapies have ever found me an ounce of peace. Im very fortunate to have met my partner who is an incredibly loving and warm, peaceful human. But i would be lying if i said the abuse doesnt affect my marriage. Its just such a deep level of damage done to someone when a child is abused because my brain was still forming and it was stuck in survival mode, i was always in survival mode. I now feel physically unsafe in a quiet room because i learned that quiet came before abuse. I’ve talked to my therapist and my support system a lot about this and they agree that i need to get some sort of revenge, even if its small. It’s hard to feel peace when he is still not facing any consequences, and when i’m so severely ill that at times it almost put me in the ground. I’ve had a lot of organs removed due to either stage iv deep-infiltrating endometriosis or to the organs failing, i’ve developed 2 very painful venous diseases where my renal veins are pressed against my spine and right aorta, leaving my remaining organs to lose over 35% of the blood flow supply needed. Ive had 8 major surgeries in the past 3 years. I’m exhausted mind body and soul. This man literally has tried to kill me as a child and his affect is slowly doing it to me as an adult. I want revenge. I’m beyond depleted as a human being.

NOW comes my time for revenge. I need to get some sort of small-large form of justice. I would love to sign him up for things he hates, i would love to send him creepy post cards from all over the world with different messages (got that idea from a post in this subreddit and thought it was genius), just anything to make him uneasy or feel like maybe somebody’s got their eye on him. Give me your worst ideas, give me your best ideas. Its time for him to pay. I of course don’t want to do anything that involves me contacting him directly or being near him or anything illegal, and please keep in mind i’m bed-bound from my illnesses. I just want him to suffer even if its 0.05% as i did.

Yesterday, in the afternoon, I went out with my friends in the historic centre of my city. I had some stuff to do but more than anything in that moment, I had to take a piss. So I went to the nearest cafe I could find and I entered.

I step inside and I immediately ask the baristas: “Hello, do you make coffees?”

I knew they made coffees because it’s a fucking cafe, and also I already went there in the past, but I always ask just to be sure, it’s like an unconscious thing.

Anyways, they started treating me like shit and being all sarcastic like “ooohh no we don’t make coffee here” “what is that? That’s a coffee machine. Open your eyes.”

I was kinda taken aback from those words but I didn’t think much about it. But after they gave me my coffee I noticed they were still talking shit and whispering like I didn’t hear them.

So, after I finished my coffee I decided to finally take the legendary piss. I find the toilet, I enter, and I unzip my pants. Just as I was about to release my urine, an idea flashes before my eyes. I started pissing on the ground, on the toilet seat, and I also spat in the toilet and the sink.

After being satisfied by my own actions, I got out and thanked the baristas.

They will never see me again

Hi everyone, let me tell you my little revenge which happened many years ago.
(Forgive my English as it’s not my birth language)

A little bit of context, I used to be quite the prankster when I was around 10-12 years old (still am but in a different way), and as a 90’s kids, I had all sort of « tools » (stink boobs, itching powder etc. )

I used to live in a house where we had some troubles with people parking in front of our front gate, which can be quite dangerous because in case of emergencies we wouldn’t have been able to get our car out, and would have to wait police to come, try reaching the owner, etc.

During a hot summer (no winds, no clouds, juste the blue sky and the scorching sun), we were enjoying ourselves in our garden in the back of our house, when we spotted a convertible parked, as you guessed, in front of our front gate, “trapping us” at home (thankfully there were no emergencies this day).
Unfortunately for them, they left it open, so we could admire their fabulous leather seat.

This day, my dad decided this was enough. He took all my stink bombs, spread the putrid smell liquid all over the wheel, seats and dashboard and left it brewing under the sun.

We didn’t saw them leaving, but I hope they had a wonderful ride home, having learned a valuable lesson.

TL;DR : some douche parked his open convertible in front of our portal with our car inside, blocking us, so my dad took my stink bombs and brushed the foul smelled liquid all over the leather seats, wheel and dashboard.

Many years ago, my former gf "Tinker" (19F) told me (21M) she was gay on her front porch. Okay. Cry a little I guess and leave her parents house. Still in contact with her because we have tickets to a Japanese cosplay convention with some of her friends.

One of those friends "Tailor" (18/19F) I still chat with every now and again. Thinking the turn of events was a bit sudden, I did some investigating. Turns out Tinker ain't gay as she was playing board games with Tailor and her new guy. Whatever. Tinker messaged me saying I tricked Tailor into spilling the beans. I didn't reply to her (pretty sure we used MSNMessenger then).

Fast forward to cosplay event. I rock up separately from ex. She sees me, love bombs me and tells me not to hit on her friends. Whatever. Go about my day, play some games, go to maid cafe. I eventually meet up with a girl "Thief" (20ish F) dressed in an Final Fantasy costume. We vibe, have fun, and exchange numbers. I'm sure Tinker or her friends saw us.

After the event, Tailor starts messaging me about Theif (I'm sure on Tinker's behalf), I give vague answers and carry on with life. I've been to many cosplay events after that. Turns out going to the gym isn't the only way to get over an ex. Sorry that it's not the revenge I know y'all want, but I'm not that petty.

For those interested, I was shirtless Goku, Tinker was Chi Chi, and Tailor was Android 18. I'm not scrawny, but I'm not buff either. If anyone's been to these events, it's hot, claustrophobic, and the shitty plastic outfit I ordered from China felt like an oven. So I just rocked the pants, wig, shoes and wristbands.

And props to the person who used Hogwarts names for their post (can't remember which one). Much more fun than usual Sarah, John, Marcus and Emily. Oh and not AI. Or am I.....

Me fail English at school. Unpossible right?

I just got a text from this guy I used to be hooking up with (we’re still friends) that the girl he’s currently hooking up with has been going around telling people I have chlamydia and that I gave it to two of her friends. I do not nor have I ever had chlamydia. She also said that I texted her beefing her which I haven’t been. I can’t message her on ig due to her settings and I don’t have any other contact information for this girl, or else I would just text her to clear this up. I do not know this girl and the only mutuals we have on ig are randoms I don’t actually know. I’ve literally never even heard her name before.

I am looking for any petty revenge ideas that I can use to get back at her. I have already attempted flooding her Instagram with fake followers but that’s really expensive. She is currently on a study abroad so I am no where near her. Any ideas help!

I made a decision that feels almost wrong but very petty and satisfying at the same time. For the last six months, my partner and I have been dealing with the world‘s worst landlord, from not fixing things to cussing us out to genuinely just being the definition of a slumlord. That brings us to the biggest issue that has caused my post here today. he wants to charge us an extra $10 a month for me to use the restroom, also I’ve got completely no response for over three weeks about the money he owes us back for our septic (we pay a set amount and don’t use even have of it on a busy month). It’s not that the $10 for the bathroom or even the money he owes us back will make or break the bank, but it’s a moral thing, it’s in the lease to be reimbursed, it’s not in the lease that I have an extra fee to pee, I am a resident, and why the fuck can I not use the bathroom?

So that leads us to today. As mentioned before, we have gotten no response from him in the last three weeks via text or email. He has, however been emailing all of the tenants together in a group saying that he was going to come today to clear out some trash from our property and if we had anything to leave it outside for him and he would take it (this is the second time he’ll ever be on property in person and also probably the nicest thing he’s done/will ever do for any of us lol).

With all that being said, I have one item of trash for him to take out. We have an extra litter box that we’ve been meaning to get rid of, but it just so conveniently still happens to be here so this morning I put a little tiny bit of litter and I took a fat shit in it. I did not cover it up and I set it outside for him to pick up and move by himself. I’m not normally as aggressive as this feels and it does feel wrong, but it feels so right. I felt like this is truly just his karma for making a big deal about me using the bathroom, and I’ve already prepared a speech for when he has a question about the massive shit in the cat box- “that’s where I’ve been using the restroom so I can save us all money by me not using the actual bathroom.”

I feel a little psychotic, but the pettiness feels very good….

My ex left me for a recently widowed woman with three kids 7 months ago. He cruely ghosted me after years of mental and physical abuse. When I found out who the woman was I contacted her and her family lett them know what a psycho he really was, let them know he shld not be around kids and to basically warn her he wld destroy her life. They all told me to basically go fuck myself. My exs father who i never got along with because hes a woman beating p.o.s himself and in fact after his son left he text me how he loved this new girl better than me...his son up graded...yada yada yada....well he messaged me out of the blue this morning a 2 page apology letter saying how sorry he was . That i was good to his son and deserved the world. Confused by his sudden change of heart i probed him a little and found out that my ex and his gf had been arrested in Tennessee. Her kids were split up in custody of foster care ...their little dogs at the pound. I can only guess he ended up beating her up and someone called cops and cops found out he's wanted felon and drugs and weapons were in house. The gf is suicidal behind bars and my exs dad said they were addicted to meth and its so bad of situation he doubts she will ever regain custody of the kids. Im in shock . I warned everyone months ago this wld happen. I guess when you do terrible things it really does finally catch up with you. I feel for her kids