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Wow!! And I though I was bad. I only destroyed things that I thought or knew she had touched. She was renting the bottom space of an office building from him and the building has apartments upstairs. He left one vacant for his little love nest. Then the dumb ass brought home sheets and towels from there. Needless to say, those went in the fire. I smashed a really pretty Saki bottle I had bought him. Burnt a bunch of his underwear. And then, one night, in a drunken rage, I walked by her house and tried to smash one of those little solar yard lights. I threw it on the driveway, stomped on it, and that bastrad wouldn't break, so I threw it as hard as I could. Some guy across the street was yelling at me about what did I think I was doing, so I just looked at him, and he shut up. I probably looked like some demon from hell. LOL!

He was rebuilding an old Porsche, a boyhood dream of his.

I took all the parts in the garage and threw them into a gulch.

He had to climb onto the ledge to get them all.

A little history, the Porsche was a secret. He never told me about it and kept it at a friends house. OW was renting a house on the property. That was how they got to know each other. She would bring him lemonade.

That was the start of his slippery slope.

Me-49

FWH-51

M-22 years

IN R because of his relentless effort to help me heal

The first thing I did was go through our books and destroy ones I knew MOW had given to him from when they were at school together. I found another poetry book that she had given him called Rapture by Carol Ann Duffy which, tellingly, had no dust cover.

I have also destroyed books that were triggers.

I broke every one of the Bob Dylan CDs (and tore up the Bob Dylan autobiography I bought him).

Took dress making shears to my wedding dress.

Threw away all wedding memorabilia.

Ripped up every card he had given me that I had kept.

Burned our love letters in the fire grate.

Tore up and/or deleted photos from during the affair. (Hated that smug look on his face)

Took some of my clothes to the charity shop that were triggers of the affair (those that were too nice and too expensive to destroy)

Cut up and threw away some of his shirts

Pulled up a certain herb shrub in the garden that is her name and left a big hole with soil all over the path.

Cut down other plants in the garden.

I kept the official wedding album. I don’t know why, perhaps for the boys.

That’s all I can think of right now. The wedding dress was very cathartic. I had made it myself. I tried it on and it fitted. I laid it out on the bed and slowly cut up the centre, listening to that lovely sound as the scissors separated the material. I cut it into every section of the original pattern pieces. Then I ripped up the veil. I left it all on the bedroom floor for several hours and then calmly put it all into a bin bag and put it into the bin.

I broke his laptop (their beginning mode of communication), all his music CD's too. Cut up most of his clothes that I thought she may have touched. Tore up all the pictures during the affair time. Still tempted to donate my wedding dress but my girls convinced me to hang onto it for now and am kinda still wanting to burn all our wedding pictures.

[This message edited by AkKat22 at 3:03 AM, June 30th (Saturday)]

The only thing I destroyed was a DVD player. We had upgraded our old one not long before DDay and we were giving the old one to my Mum.

About a week after DDay we were both in the garage tiding up when I triggered about something or he said something that upset me so I took a sledge hammer to it. I smashed that thing into a million pieces and I think I frightened the shit out of him too!!! It felt amazing to let out some feelings on that thing.

OMG - where to begin??

- a large framed wedding portrait. Smashed the hell out of it and then took a knife to the picture itself. Left it on the floor of his closet.

- 25 years worth of birthday, Christmas, anniversary and Valentine' Day cards ....instant confetti (actually took about 5 hours)

- love letters and notes ......more confetti

- mementos and photos of us taken during that time period

- his secret cell phone. I tore that thing apart with my bare hands, and it felt great. Then I mailed it to my SIL's place of business because she was the one who had given it to him, and told her I would always remember what a great big "help" she had been.

- destroyed or threw away every single gift ^^^^ SIL had ever given me, and gave away all the jewelry she had given me over the years.

I am debating selling the rings. I may just take them to a goldsmith and get them melted and made into an awesome dinner ring.

THIS^^^

I like that idea, a girl can never have too many diamonds!

Haha awesome!

Just his cell. It sure felt good!

I threw thousands of dollars worth of lingerie away plus any of his clothes that I thought he wrote with that whore. Then one night I took his 500 dollar phone and smashed that bitch to pieces screaming I hate you, I hate you. That felt really good.

My WH has the odd hobby of modifying flashlights to make them brighter. Turns out, they make great weapons of destruction. I beat a trunk with one, broke both the trunk and the flashlight. He totaled his Porsch in a DUI... Which is what led to my discovering his A. I told him if he bought a new sports car I'd take a hammer to it. He snuck out and bought one anyway and hid it in his office parking garage. He kept asking if he could bring it home and I always said no. He believed me and got rid of it eventually.

The couch they had sex on. Dragged it into the back yard and lite that puppy up.

The house phone. After I woke up and found that she wasn't home, I called WW on the house phone. After I she gave me a remark I didn't like I slammed the phone against the wall and down the stairs. It broke into many pieces. If I had to do it again, I'd break HER cell phone. To this day, I associate her cell phone with the A.

Well I was obviously inspired by all this. Last night I finally figured who the OW is and verified the A. Turns out the bitch he is with loves dirt biking and quadding, something we did but I hate. Soooooo...... here's what happened next - I stormed into my house found his quad helmet, took it outside squatted and pissed in it. Then threw it into the garage with the rest of shit from the house. Can't wait till it gets real smelly and he puts it on to go riding with her

burnedCanuck,

That is funny! Maybe you can put some hair removal product in there as well!

These stories are great. I didn't really destroy anything, and I feel like I've missed out on some therapeutic venting! I did make her get rid of all her lingerie, clothes, perfumes, etc. Anything that she wore to please him - she only wore the best stuff I bought her for him. Really? Like he gave a shit what you were going to take off and throw on the floor - would have been easier just to wear a bathrobe. Got rid of all her sex toys after I found out about her Skype sessions. Just threw them away though, I was in too much pain at the time to do anything creative.

Aren't A's damn expensive? It makes me want to cry thinking about what we could have done with all the money I've had to spend replacing not only her wardrobe, but mine as well since infidelity diet. I'm guessing roughly $10k worth of shit has been thrown away or donated to charity.

You guys/gals ROCK! I am laughing like a loon here, sitting next to my WH, who keeps giving me the strangest looks.

Interestingly enough, while I am related to Shiva, the destroyer, and am known for my ability to shred and destroy things when I loose it, I didn't tear the house apart, which is totally out of character for me.

I just calmly informed WH that unless his phone and computer were cleared out of all porn/A related things by such-and-such a time, they were going into the pool. He got cracking then, deleting and then making a file with all passwords on the computer so I could find it easily. He backslid a bit on something that he told me but didn't tell me about fully, and he was not only outed to friends of mine, who I called for support, but he got up to go to work and found a crowbar placed against the windshield of his sports car.

He got the picture.

How about getting rid of an entire household full of stuff? I left that place with only 4 suitcases (and of course the kids!) and H got rid of everything except what he can fit into his 2 suitcases. Donated to charity or to the dumpster. Yup. It was expensive.

ETA: unfortunately, no destruction for therapy. Only thing I wanted to smash was the b*tch's face, lol.

[This message edited by Fractured.Us at 2:18 PM, July 1st (Sunday)]

broke two phones, punched a hole in the wall, dented the back of my truck with my keys. broke some shit at work and people still don't know how it happened ....... worst day of my life for the most part.

This was a petty one.

He had brought back a couple of china mugs from a Paramount Hotel as he stayed there when it had just opened, so they were giving away crap freebies. I found out the last hotel he took MOW to was a Paramount. Stupid fWH made a cup of tea and poured it into one of the mugs. I got up (he followed me, puzzled), poured the tea down the sink (“what are you doing?”), got the other mug out of the cupboard and put them both on the kitchen table. I went to the tools cupboard and got out the biggest hammer. I wrapped a tea towel round the mugs and smashed the fuck out of them. Then I took the tea towel and all the splinters, went outside and dropped it all in the bin. I made myself a fresh cup of tea in a decent mug. I did it all without saying a word.

fWH's face was white. Perhaps he thought he was next for the hammer!