To ask if you've ever seen someone get what they deserve?

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I was at a wedding in Saturday and there was an ex-couple there.
The ex-H d was emotionally, verbally and financially abusive to his ex-w (witnessed).
She finally left him, gained a stone, had hair and make up done, looked fab and has a hot new man.
Ex-h eyes nearly fell out of his head. He tried to chat to her and she laughed, asked if she knew him and strolled of.
The look on his face was priceless and he just slunk away.
Have you ever seen anyone get what they deserve?

When I was at school I was very badly bullied by 1 particular boy. He was vile to me and I cried every day for a year until I finally left. Id done nothing whatsoever to antagonise him but he bullied me every single day regardless. Then after I left school I found out he'd contracted meningitis and had to have his hands and feet amputated. I would never have wished it on anyone but I have to say, as soon as I found that out I felt all the anger I had for him, dissipate.

He was a nice chap though, I was nice and we had a good chat, he admired the car.

Don't flatter yourself, he thought you were a twat. And there's nothing admirable about a Prius.

Better to be 10 minutes late in this life then 10 years early in the next.

Yes, a boss who bullied staff for years eventually got caught with their hand in till and was struck off. Should have been sacked for bullying but that was good enough!

I once reported another member of staff for stealing, I knew for a fact that they were, I'd seen it with my own eyes.
It all blew up and I ended up losing my job over it.
A week later their brand new car got stolen off their drive whilst they slept

We were the victims of a 'revenge eviction'. Landlord had refused to do some essential repairs and when we reported him to the council and shelter he issued a s21 and tried to keep our deposit by telling enormous lies to the dps.

Year later, chatting to old neighbour and discovered that the landlord didn't bother fixing our issues, he just did a botch job and re let the house.
His botch job has caused a much bigger problem, he can't afford to fix it, can't legally let the house and is trying to sell it but for some strange reason nobody wants to buy an unsafe, falling down house.

Good. I hope he goes bankrupt. We had to call the police on the day we moved out as he was stood on the drive shouting abuse and threatening me.

BTW the 32 mile run was in Germany, perfectly legally and perfectly safely

Legal and safe aren't always the same thing

Bizarre to boast about doing it and say you "mix in different circles" when in fact those circles are in a different country to the country this website is hosted in!

Yes. I do love a bit of Schadenfreude.

Dear Togaparties

I wonder how hard it would be for the police to figure out who you are and put a marker on your car? I may just ask my traffic officer best friend that very question.

Travelling, very easy, an ASBO can be issued to the car and/or driver and placed on PNC

One client was a bit of a perv, but only wjhen drunk. He made an otherwise very pleasant trip into unpleasant by not keeping his hands off two women in the minivan. The last time I saw him he had a dressing on one eye. I asked a colleagues what had happened. He had "tried it on with the wrong lesbian". She had hit him so hard when he wouldn't leave her alone that he fell over and landed face first on a glass coffee table.

My ex was an awful person: He spent all his money on booze and drugs (I had to work all the hours I could in a crappy job, just to make sure that the rent and bills were paid). He was emotionally abusive, repeatedly unfaithful and a user.

When we eventually split (after yet another affair) he told me it was my fault that he cheated, it was also my fault that he was an alcoholic, I stifled his creativity, I had no ambition and that he was going places, would be rich, famous and that it was me that held him back. I believed him.

I was in my early 20s, I had given up my education and all of my friends for him, had a rubbish job, no confidence at all, I had no money and I had to move back to my parents’ house. I was left with nothing but debts. I felt worthless, useless, I couldn’t see any future and I seriously considered ending it all.

Fast forward many years later – My life has moved on and I hadn’t really thought about him until his name cropped up online and thought I would find out (through a friend of a friend) what had happened to him. He is in his late 40s and living with his parents, although he looks much older due to his continued heavy drinking. He’s gone from one woman to another with no meaningful relationships. He works a part time, minimum wage job (it seems that his big break is just around the corner still!). He spends his time at the same pubs as before, scraping together the money for a few beers, his old friends have all deserted him. He comes across as a bit of a letch as he still tries it on with girls’ half his age.

My life is very different – I must admit I have a pretty idyllic lifestyle, I have a wonderful family, my husband has a successful company, we own a house in a lovely area, have no money worries at all, we have a very comfortable and happy life.

He wouldn’t know anything about my life now as I live far away. Just knowing how his turned out is justice enough, but I would love to have that karmic moment - To bump into him in my old hometown and to look fabulous and confident, then just look down at him and laugh.

had a minor one but it was good because karma was immediate. I was walking to work, horrible blustery rainy day, and my umbrella suddenly blew inside out. Twat on bike saw, turned, and laughed so much he didn't see where he was going - fell straight off bike into a puddle

Hi Dolores

I know, I knew a serial drink driver, we were talking about him, he had his car marked on the database, drink driver lost licence. Yay

I'd much rather the people that did me wrong turn their life around and be better people but for the guy that intentionally tried to run me over in a mall parking lot almost killing me because of my headscarf hope he gets his own soon the racist buffoon!
We lived with one of my dad's friends who was married to an awful woman that cheated benifits and was horrible to my mum,dad and me she lied about countless things accusing me and my parents of all sorts of things and getting her husband to "talk" to me about things I never did! All while pretending she was an angel. Now they're divorced and he's moved on to marry another woman and Lord knows where she is! Hope she's well tho 😉

I love this post!!

toga are you really Jeremy Clarkson? You come across as a bit of a twat.

awful people very rarley get what they deserve

Years ago, working nights in A&E when a guy, who was well-known to us for causing trouble, came in at 2am, drunk and with something very trivial, a verruca as I recall. Told him to leave and he kicked off, shouting and swearing and threatening me. Called the police to remove him and as they marched him out he turned and told me he was going to come back and get me. Heard that later that week, in a similar drunken state he fell under a car and lost a leg.

Toga. You really are a stupid twat. You sound more pathetic with each post. Give up , you're impressing nobody with your juvenile bragging.🙄

Toga

The ironic thing is that the fast/speeding "drivers" think they are the best drivers.

Anyone can get a car up to speed and hold a steering wheel.

But as any advanced/professional driver will tell you; the best drivers are always, but always, the SMOOTHEST drivers. The ones who aren't "tear-arsing" down the roads, or constantly stamping on their breaks as they are just not judging/anticipating what is going on around them, or not intimidating other road users/causing near misses and (the biggest indicator of poor driving) being pulled over by the police.

What you're doing isn't driving, all it is is operating a car (and badly at that).

*brakes

Driving through west London some tit in his modified tinted window BMW trying to be all gangsta driving aggressively, tailgating, music thumping at high volume, zig zagging through traffic cutting other cars up and generally being a twat. He disappears around the corner where a few minutes later I pass the very same car on its roof with the same tit driver standing next to the steaming wreck scratching his head. No other cars seemed involved and I can only assume he clipped the high kerb executing an aggressive overtaking manoveure. I slow down next to him, wind down the window, look over the top of my sunglasses and say "you fucking twat" before easing away.

The boy who raped me died of a drug overdose. Doesn't stop me still hating the bastard. I hope Hitler is shoving pineapples up his arse in hell.

In my first job as a graduate I was bullied by several senior women, who were a clique, and it was just an endlessly disheartening time. I shopped them to the contract funder when they made me redundant and told me to reapply for pretty much the same job with a new name. The contract provider thought it would be a smooth transition. I said they had made my working life impossible and I couldn't work there anymore. I knew I wouldn't get the job, and I wasn't going to let them humiliate me.

Later, I found out that two colleagues had SPECIFICALLY named me in their resignation letters and that witnessing and overhearing what was said about me prompted them to look for work elsewhere.

Twice, when asked about how I'd been doing, people knew and referred to it. It became common knowledge in the sector that I'd been forced and bullied out. They lost a lot of credibility.