Tess took revenge on her ex with two bizarre actions

‘When he had just left me, I was devastated and unable to do anything. I couldn't even muster the energy to be angry, I was that broken. All in all, I spent six weeks in bed and on the couch and lost more than ten kilos. Then I picked myself up, went back to work, started eating again, slept a little, and could finally get angry. Angry about how he had deceived me and how he had left me here. Like old trash and with nothing. He didn't even want to pay his share of the last month's rent.

The anger I felt worsened when I heard he had been spotted in a restaurant with a new girlfriend. Playing nice while treating me like that, it hurt! So much that I could only wish him the worst – as if I were cursed. I started to wonder how I could hurt him the most. I thought about hiring someone to wait for him somewhere to teach him a lesson and came up with the most gruesome actions to scare his new girlfriend. But she wasn't the evil genius, he was, so I had to get him.

His car had always been everything to him, so that's where I started. I offered it for sale on a marketplace for a ridiculously low price. With his work phone number included, so he had to answer and couldn't escape the callers. After a few days, he called me, furious and deeply outraged about what I was doing to him. But I played dumb and schemed a new action. It had to hit him even harder.

After a few days, I had it figured out. I placed a personal ad for him in an erotic magazine. Of course, with a photo and again with his work phone number included. The text I added went quite far and insinuated that he was looking for a partner to engage in the most obscene activities. Once the ad was placed, I made a print of it and sent it to his home address, his secretary, and his new girlfriend. After that, it had to be over, I promised myself.

He tried several times to reach me after that action, but I kept ignoring him, just as he had done to me. One day, he was waiting for me in front of my house. He threatened to do something to me if I ever took action against him again. While he was standing there shouting, I called 112. The police asked if I wanted to file a report, but I declined. That was enough. I had to pick up my life again and let him lead his own.’

Text by Franska.co.uk