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Not really an active revenge thing, but karma, I guess…
After she broke it off, she behaved very poorly towards me indeed, and I cut off all contact, though she still sent me some very unpleasant letters and tried to turn people against me.
A year or so later, I was going to a wedding reception, and had an idea she might be there. So I went along a bit late, looking – by my scruffy standards, anyway – rather smart.
When I walked in, everyone was drunk and effusive, so several of them shouted my name warmly, startling my ex on the other side of the room – she hadn’t known I was invited.
After some silliness where she kept looking away when I said hi, I engaged her in conversation, with her on one side of me and her new boyfriend on the other (I was pleased, on a petty level, to note that he was not, as they say on ‘Ricki’, all that). They’d been travelling a few months earlier, but had been in a car crash (nothing fatal) and so had come back home early. I knew this, so the following conversation took place:
Me – Heard about the car crash. Nasty.
She – Yes, it was.
Me – Did you get to finish off the travelling ?
She – Yes, but I didn’t enjoy, it really.
Me – Sorry to hear that. But are you, you know, generally happy ?
She – No.
This with her current beau standing beside me. I like to think that they probably had an – ahem – lively discussion in the car on the way home about that.
I dunno what I said to her comment, something on the lines of ‘oh dear’ I expect, but inside I was thinking far less charitable thoughts, most of which were on the lines of ‘ah-hahahahahahahahaha’.
Not as active a revenge as some of the ones on this thread, I know, but kinda proved to me the old adage that the best revenge is living well… |
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