Pretty much every movie that I watch is about revenge in one form or the other.
Whether it’s Tony fighting Bucky for murdering his mother in Civil War or Thakur from Sholay hiring two goons to kill Gabbar to avenge his family’s murder, the core emotion of every story is pretty much the same – revenge.
But when it comes to revenge in the real life, things escalate to a whole new level.
So whenever I find a revenge story on the Internet, I just bookmark it and enjoy it on my way to home.
And one such story that came across on Quora was of this dude who came to know of that his wife (now an ex) is cheating on him. Devasted, he wanted to take the world down. But no, he didn’t do that. Instead, he did something that she will remember for years to come. Enjoy it here!
On some Saturday morning in March of 2005, just a couple of hours after I caught my ex-wife cheating on me, I got a visit from the police.
The guy she was with heard that I’d found out about them and called the police, concerned for her safety. She wasn’t returning either of our calls.
The police checked the house and my text messages to make sure she wasn’t in the house with me and that I hadn’t threatened her safety. I’m not a violent person, but that day, I had taken down all the paintings in our house and cut them to shreds in the garage.
One of the cops stopped on the way out and turned to me to say, “I know what you’re going through and I can see the kind of person you are. You are legally within your right to do what you want in this house so long as it doesn’t interfere with your neighbors’ well-being. But if you do tear this house apart, I can tell you’re the kind of guy that’s going to feel bad for it later. She’s not worth that.” Then he just walked out.
His words had all but robbed me of my anger. I was pissed because I wanted to continue to be angry at her, but he was right.
As emotional stability began to return, it hit me. I could still dismantle the house without damaging it. So, I grabbed my tools and in the subsequent ten hours, I dismantled everything in the house that could be unscrewed. I spared nothing.
The kitchen appliances, all the furniture in the study, the 3 bedrooms, the office, the dining room, den, and finally, the living room. I was very careful not to damage anything. I neatly and gently stacked the parts and pieces of everything I dismantled.
I then put all the screws in a shoe box and took them with me.
Bet she’s going to remember this for the rest of her life.
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