What inanimate objects have felt your wrath?
For me, it was one bed- complete mattress, box spring, headboard burned. One remote control smashed, and one lamp knocked over and broken.
Dday I carved "I hate WH", "BS hates WH 4EVA", "WH is lying, cheating ass", "WH is a lying WHORE". On the original things he carved I sharpied "Lies, all lies". It is where he had his coffee and that was his view first thing every morning. The table is set to go in the fire pit now because I can't stand looking at it.
I tried to smash some of our wedding photos but they wouldn't break. So I threw them in the trash. WH would fish them out and the next day I would throw them away again. He finally took them out and hid them - no idea where they are.
Unfortunately I also broke a window throwing those frames that wouldn't break.
Same with our closet door.
Also broke a table, a chair, 2 lamps, an expensive print, wife’s company laptop, the glass shower door, etc.
And, of course, my hand
Bridges of Madison County
of course. I tore that sucker to shreds.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
When wheels set in motion for divorce, I went all out eradicating anything among my personal effects connected to her. Gifts, momentos all destroyed or given away. Wedding ring I pounded flat then gave the remains to my little sister who then had that melted and made into something for her so not a complete waste.
Looking back, it could have been handled better. But it was damn satisfying!
Showed great restraint when he was still TTing me by using language semantics about what he did or did not have on his computer, by laying a crowbar across the windshield of his sports car.
Took a set of glasses from the cupboard, a large rock, and our recycling bin and broke them, one by one, with the rock. Whispered names of his on-line whores over each glass too.
Threw out our wedding sampler that I made. Huge, cross-stitched thing on linen, about 2x3' and framed. He found it and hid it for quite some time.
Broke several glass items by throwing them against the wall. The red wine that smashed against his guitar was one of my favorite as the stain it made was rather pretty. Liked that so much, I followed it up with a tray table. A few picture frames meant their demise the same way. I'm a thrower.
Best one was taking a Persian carpet into the back yard with my sailing knife. Laid it on the table and stabbed it, sawed pieces off of it, tried to rip it apart with my bare hands but that didn't work. Stroked it in-between times whispering his stripper's name. Rather graphic visualizations of various parts of her anatomy that I was cutting off with each slice into the carpet. I'm a cutter too.
Oh yeah, I also sliced apart most of the corsets and other outfits that we had and trashed it. Cut every panel out and left just the framework of the garments. Be damned if I was ever going to wear those for him again.
As a slight TJ, did anyone else have the endorphin release that I did, when destroying something? I swear, while some of this was in a red-hot rage, there also was a sort of physical release during the destruction as well.
D-Day, June 10, 2012
Since D-Day #2, I haven't broken anything. I have an odd sense of calm and have had since finding out. Yes, I get upset but nothing to the degree of 2010. Not sure what that was about.
In 2010 I took off my past/present/future diamond ring (its gorgeous!) and haven't put it back on since. I considered letting him watch me destroy it but I keep thinking I may need the money from it someday.
[This message edited by AppalachianGal at 9:23 AM, February 7th (Friday)]
After my last dday in August, I opened my lingerie drawer, and one by one, very slowly, examining each thing carefully, threw everything away (all had been purchased when I foolishly thought we were both working towards R)right in front of him. Every. Single. Thing. Including my sexy bras. Gone. I filled a white hefty bag, to the top. He was stunned.I haven't replaced a thing yet.
Some day, I will replace my rice cooker and lingerie, but I'm not quite there yet. Getting there, ever so slowly. Sigh.
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
― Ernest Hemingway
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.
With dday1 a phone, a remote, a chair, multiple plates and bowls, a shower curtain, a mirror, a door, and a toilet seat.
Dday2, a plate.
I put his Blackberry behind the back wheel of my car and drove over it. But the sucker wouldn't break so I had to bash it with a sledgehammer. I put the pieces in a baggie and gave it to FWH saying, "if this ever happens again, it'll be your nuts in this bag."
He was THIS CLOSE to having his car destroyed by a baseball bat because he took so much time to sell it - OW2 had sat in it and made out with him and I demanded he sell it.
me (WW/BS): 48
4 kiddos in mid 20's
“Follow your intuition. Be smart, be brave. Tell the truth and don’t take any shit.”
Another time, we were driving home from a winery and he had a CD playing. Since they were songs I knew were not his usual taste, I figured one of the OW made it for him.
I ejected the disc and took great pleasure in throwing the damned thing out the window.
DD(21), DS(18, PDD-NOS)
6 Furkids - 4 dogs, 2 cats
WXH (serial cheater, 12+ OW) - Legally married 18yrs
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I smashed a fake gold watch AP#2 gave him and sent it to signature required.
I burned all his work ties in the fireplace since he'd been fired.
Former 80s Icon wishful thinking