What's the worst act of revenge you've ever done?

[Clothears123]

I'll confess mine. Years ago I was in my 20's and flat sharing in London with Scottish girl. I was really worried as I thought I was pregnant and I confided in her. She swore not to tell anyone and I really believed I could trust her. About a week later a guy who was a mutual friend told me I wasn't showing yet! I was so angry and so betrayed. It was eating me up inside. Up to this point a lot of crappy stuff had happened to me and I always seemed to meeting people who basically treated badly and I always let it go and they would get away with it. This time though I'd had enough of being walked over so I decided I had to get my own back. This girl absolutely loved Mick Hucknell and Simply Red. She been to their concert and she had a cassette tape she played over and over again. I can't lie, I felt immense satisfaction as I opened the rubbish chute, tore the tape to shreds and then shut the chute and listened to it all tumbling down to the huge metal bins below. I tend to have a guilt complex but I have never ever felt guilty about this and would even admit it to this girl's face if I saw her again. I know if I hadn't have done anything it would have eaten away at me for years but it was very therapeutic to deal with it and let it go.

I think bad people get away with too much because good people are too good to do anything about it... two wrongs don't make a right? Bah! That has never worked out well for the good people and the bad people bank on you thinking like that.

My ex left and refused to collect his stuff from the family home before it was sold. I sent him a recorded delivery letter giving him three dates to collect it and gave him three weeks to agree when he would come. He refused to come and so all his stuff went to the local dump.

Okay so I fell out with a friend ages ago her and her family lived on the same estate as me took great pleasure in reporting me and harassing me all the time ie if I didn't mow my lawn it would be reported for being a mess and I would get an inspection I was accused of cohabiting with the water repair man stupid things like that they really took it as far as they possibly could my revenge? I did nothing ignored everything dealt with the gossip and left them too it to be fair it did more damage they had things go wrong and they claimed it was me every single time eight years later they still do and I'm long gone from the estate but if anything goes wrong they find a random way to blame me

Bit of a long one but it involves university, DPs and shared houses.
Was not long into second year when one of my housemates who had a bit of a complex of being single got off with a women who went to one of the societies we did.
So all seemed cool but she was a bit weird in that she pouted all the time so that she almost looked like she had a beak and thought that boundaries were for other people - she was one for unsolicited hugging, even though she was strangely emotionless in her speech and body language. One memorable incident was when she burst into my room in a basque and stockings and asked me to rate her.
Also when she offered to give me a lift to the medical centre at a certain time but was conveniently 'asleep' when I actually asked.

However, she dumped him because she got off with another guy in the same society and was pretty shameless about it - you know, loads of cringeworthy tonsil hockey - usually right in front of her ex-DP. Now ex-DP mental health was somewhat rocky and we had to live with the fallout what with living with him and having to call and ambulance at one point.

She even asked all to dinner to talk about it (?) having heard this but we turned up to find there was no-one there. Quite impressive not turning up to your own event.

She was however, living with her mum so ex-DP plotted what to do next which was write an anonymous letter to her mum about what she had done.

The next society meeting she make a beeline for me, white with rage with little bits of saliva coming off her lips. It was awesome.

She said "I knew he wrote the letter! Did you have anything to do with it!"

All of 15 cm from my face.

It was all I could do to croak a strangled 'no' and pretend to have a coughing fit to hide my laughter.

I thought that was well done myself. And legal. And she did so deserve it.

I plot revenge in my head all the time..but don't act on it as I am an adult.

my neighbour recently cost me a job as she didnt give me the acceptance letter which she was asked to by the manager, so after waiting for weeks the job offer was withdrawn...so my friend who lodges with this neighbour let me in the house to get my own back..i put laxitives in her coke, food colouring in her shampoo, pepper in her bed, garlic powder in her knicker drawer and cleaned the bog with her toothbrush...dont feel slightly guilty..i really needed that job

I read a revenge story a while ago (it might have been on mumsnet) about a woman who ripped the photo page out of the exes passport right before he was due to fly overseas for some really big sporting event. Cruel as fuck, but quite ingenious in a James Bond villain sort of way.

Someone called Matt sent me an email yesterday in response to a minor complaint, it did not address the complaint and was addressed to an incorrect spelling of my name.

I began my reply with 'Dear Mot'. Muahahahaha!

Year before my dad's wedding to my stepmoster, I had a huge falling out with my soon-to-be stepsister (she was 100% at fault and in the wrong, and also initiated the fight)
This escalated over several years and she was absolutely vile at every opportunity.

Anyway, fast forward to the wedding... They didn't have a photographer, but DH had a fancy camera, so I asked him to make sure he got a photo of both sets of children with dad and stepmonster. Evil stepsister initially refused to be in the photo but after much huffing and puffing, agreed to be included.

I duly got this printed on to a big canvas and framed for their Christmas present. But not before I asked a techy friend to photoshop eye bags, red skin an a shiny forehead onto her.

Still hangs in pride of place over their mantelpiece. She must wonder how she didn't notice she was looking so ropey that night

The Daily Mail are lying bastards!
When my ex got married we had his and hers wedding rings. His had our initials separated by a heart engraved on the inside. Come the divorce ex was at total twunt re money. Not long afterwards he asked for his wedding ring, which he had left behind, as he was remarrying and wanted to save money. Yes, he wanted to use it in wedding No 2. I told him I had no idea where it was and took great pleasure in selling it when I needed the money. Little things like that helped me realise that he was maybe not Mr Right
PS The Daily mail is written and read by racist, sexist Fascists.

I too ripped a passport up Bailey101 and also the guy involved was a very slow reader and was almost at the end of a book that had previously read and which all came together in the last three pages of the book. I tore the second to last page out in the knowledge that he was too tight to buy it again and too slow a reader to stand and read that page in WH Smith's. I don't regret it and had no desire to be the bigger person, wait for karma or act like an adult. I did it in the knowledge it would piss him off and I'm ok with that!

I was due to move house on a certain time and date and had movers booked, arranged to hand over keys to the buyers of the house I had sold etc etc.

A few hours before, I was contacted by the estate agents who were handling my purchase. The flat I was buying was currently occupied by tenants who were supposed to be moving that day but had flatly refused to move as - wait for it - their new place didn't have a tumble dryer.

I ended up homeless for 4 nights and had to pay to put my stuff in storage.

My revenge? The former tenants of my new flat once I moved in clearly couldn't be arsed to redirect their post. One day I took delivery of a driving licence and national insurance number card (in the days when people had these). I binned the lot. When they came round to collect the post, I denied all knowledge of them. Cunts.

Name changed for this, as its pretty fucking horrific.

When my DD's mum cheated on me for the last time, it was with a young lad who lived up the road from her mum's house, and I happened to know the guy and his family fairly well.

After I left the faithless cow, I spent the next couple of months working against the ShitLad, and I ended up shagging his mum.

Pretty sure literally everybody on the street knows about it, apart from him.

I was in the car with my cousin who was being a real bitch. She was anxious to avoid going into Leeds as she's nervous about city driving.
I "didnt notice" our turn off and let her drive into the city centre. There were a few times she could have turned off/avoided, but I kept my mouth shut and let her have a nice drive through all the rush hour traffic.

Urine, whisky and my mum's abusive partner at the time

Reading for inspiration.
Only a few people have ever really really pissed me off.
I have an actual "burn list" on my computer.
Revenge is best served cold.

Walking into a pub about twenty years ago, seeing someone I knew trying to chat up a young woman I liked (was single then), going up to the man and asking how his son was. He did have a son by the way.

Ex flatmate was an absolute arse, he ended up having another friend of mine move in after me and DP (now DH) left.
Ex flatmate was an abusive moody bastard (hence the reason why we moved out) and my friend was a bit scared and always tried to stay on his good side as to not upset him (Luckily he eventually saw he was being to nice and soft, confronted him and now they don't talk and ex flatmate isn't invited to friend's upcoming wedding thank god).
Anyway, we and some other friends went round to the flat (when friend was still living there) to surprise friend for his birthday - we'd got him a special persnolised gift as it was his 30th. Stupid nasty flatmate was there, and someone changed the tv channel as there was a football game on we wanted to see the score of. Nasty one went ballistic! 'I'm fucking watching this other show! don't fucking change it! blah blah' I was gobsmacked ! Given he was a huge football fan too. He then stormed out of the room and while he was out I took the tv remote and switched the batteries round so the + and - didn't match up. When he was over his pathetic tantrum he came back and tried to change the channel with remote but obviously didn't work! couldn't understand, but didn't think to check the batteries position! he was cursing and swearing. We all left and had a lovely dinner out.

I don't do revenge no matter what it's spiteful

Posh relative by marriage was always horrible to me because I wasn't posh enough for her. Excluded me from conversations, talked down to me, acted as though I was a bad smell under her nose.

So the next time I saw her, I acted as though she was my long-lost best friend. Was absolutely charming to her, went out of my way to be nice.

She. Did. Not. Know. What. To. Make. Of. This.

Her expression was one of complete confusion.

Now THAT'S revenge.

after i had found out my ex husband had cheated on me and we had split up i found all the photos of us together so i wrote in big black letters all over each one LIAR and CHEAT and went to his house and posted them through his letter box, petty yes but by god it made me feel better and empowered again after he made me feel so worthless

I don't do revenge no matter what it's spiteful

Punctuation is good though.

When I worked as a secretary in a bank I had to make percolated coffee for the Managers. One bank clerk who had ideas above his station once said to me "make me a cup of coffee doll" ( he also called me sweet cheeks, tosser). I handed him a coffee in one of the Manager's bone china cups, with a matching saucer but I had smeared some washing up liquid around the rim. He made his own sodding, instant coffee in the staff kitchen from then on.

Love it, DogMa!

When I was about 24 I ended up after a night out back at this city boys flat. He had two flatmates there with these 18ish year old girls. The boys were trying to get us to take coke. I wasn't interested and told them so but the other girls weren't sure. This guy and I went to his room and he passed out! Great...
I woke up at about 5 and went into the lounge and the girls were there awake and panicking that they had taken the coke because the boys had told them too. Their blokes were also passed out. Looking at the younger girls I was so cross that this nobs had been so pushy and vile. They had been talking about the big deal they had to fly out for the next day, where to who knows. Their passports were by the front door with some papers. As I ushered the girls out I threw the passports at the very back of their overflowing hoover cupboard. They might have found them if they had cleaned properly. I hope they didn't. Arseholes. I don't regret it one bit!