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I snapped STBXWW's golf clubs and hung the heads back in the bag so they looked undamaged. Her AP was a golf instructor. I would have loved to have been there when she pulled out a club to have a swing......no pun intended

She had sex with her AP in the house on a couple of different beds including ours. I left after DDay and told her they all better be gone when I get back. She changed the mattress and bed springs but in our room we had a big expensive leather headboard that was custom made It cost a few thousand dollars.

When I got back it was still there. I asked her why it was still there. She kind of looked blankly at me and said she didn't think it was part of the bed and that it couldn't be easily replaced. I went and got some shears I used to cut think weeds with and hacked the thing to smithereens. I told her I guess it needs replaced now

An oldie but a goody.

Some photos of our past life.

Some photos of our adventures.

That is all.

I cleaned out a ton of pictures of us that were during her A. I demanded we get a new bed and tossed the old one. Several years later I burned a journal that I'd been keeping after I learned of A1.

With her latest A, I emptied her entire lingerie drawer into the garbage. She had a lot of it. I didn't even ask, I just did it. Fuck that. No way I ever want to be in the same state as that nonsense.

No I am not one to smash or destroy things or even have a temper. The *itch was a "family friend" (some friend, eh?), so she had given me a few gifts for birthdays or Christmas. Two coffee cups were put in a plastic bag and smash over and over on the driveway. A journal she gave me got a butcher knife treatment. I took a knife and shredded all of his underwear, and also a shirt he loaned her when we were all going on a picnic. A few months ago, I came across the anniversary card I gave him when he was in the A (just a few weeks before dday). I had written a long heartfelt note in it. I tore the card into a hundred pieces and trashed it.

I've gotten rid of a bunch of stuff, I even tore pictures out of my wedding album because an OW was in them. (I also wrote "WHORE LIAR FALSE FRIEND" over her entry in the guest book.

The most therapeutic however was my marriage license. We were married in a state that has its public records online. I printed out about 10 copies of ours. I tore it up, burned it, threw one away, walked on it, hell... There's one buried beside the front door. That was immature, but it felt good. And WH watched me destroy and disrespect every one.

The house and it's contents.

I've always been a thrower I really don't have good aim - I have better when I sling my shoe off my foot at someone - I'm pretty accurate that way

I ripped his shirt off him while he was wearing it.

I threw a framed picture of our wedding, many picture did us actually and busted them all over the room. Glass was everywhere.

I threw my Bible across the room, yaaaaa. Then I threw it in the trash. I did. My H found it, cleaned it and saved it for me. I didn't know until later. I smashed my wooden prayer board into pieces. He fished it out of the trash and repaired it.

I throw all his underwear away. I tore up some flowers he gave me and stomped all over them on the floor in the middle of the night, screaming.

I smashed some of his music that I didn't like and threw them all over the front yard for hours. I got the hedge trimmers out and cut them up. I stomped on them too. I then picked them up and there then in the trash. Then I took them out of ge trash and put them back where they were before. He would find them broken.

I threw my IPhone against the window. Neither one broke:

That was most but the worst was at my lowest I picked up a piece of glass from a broken frame and tried to cut my arm. It didn't work.

I also tore him out of some of family pictures when I knew he was cheating.

[This message edited by Jesusismyanchor at 9:17 PM, August 23rd (Wednesday)]

That was most but the worst was at my lowest I picked up a piece of glass from a broken frame and tried to cut my arm. It didn't work

Big big hugs (((JIMA)))

like almost everyone here, I burned our wedding album.

I found NC was broken two weeks after our 10 year wedding anniversary. WW wasn't home yet so I left the fancy box on the table so she would know what was burning in the fireplace.

When my mom died, I inherited the mini album she had purchased. However, all the pictures are of WW and I, and my side of the family and friends. WW has no pictures of her family and friends that attended.

I cut up a tshirt that he bought for me at a campground that we enjoy visiting. He gave it to me before he met McWhore, but he had had a cybersex A with a slut whose Craigslist ad he answered and that A ended during the month he gave me the shirt. As I was cutting it up, I was screaming that it was a guilt gift and he said it wasn't, that he just wanted me to have it.

One month after I forced him to confess that the A with McWhore was actually a PA (DDay #5,) he bought new seats for his truck. His seat needed to be replaced but that fat pig sat in MY seat in the truck that I PAY FOR, because the loan's in my name. I refused to ride in the truck until he did that. Unfortunately, we were upside down on the loan (we still are) so selling it or trading it in wasn't an option. He put the seats behind our shop (that's where the A took place,) I taped a picture of her pig-nosed face on MY seat, slashed it with a box cutter and then beat the shit out of it with a baseball bat all while yelling and screaming at it as if it was McWhore. I beat WH's seat with a bat, screaming at it as well. After I was done I turned to him and told him that that seat just took his beating.

We then burned both of them.

I have also spit in his coffee, spit in his water bottle, spit on his clothes and on his pillow, and his pillow has been rubbed on my butt as well. That last one wasn't my finest moment but sorry, not sorry.

There were more acts of violence that I wanted to do but didn't because I didn't want to deal with the consequences. But I've fantasized about them numerous times.

Yes, I've vandalized a former boyfriend's girlfriend's house when I was a teen. We used toilet paper and shampoo and did it on April Fool's Day eve. They thought kids in the neighborhood did it.

I burned OW's wedding dress as she pleaded with me not to through text. I also sent her a picture of it up in flames.

I had never in my life destroyed anything like that before, and it was glorious!

That evening as he sat in our open-plan dining area, facing the living room, I took our big ass santoku knife and calmly walked over to him. He freaked and I kept going to the armchairs we had purchased off of her six months prior, that triggered me every time I looked at them since we purchased them. I carved a big X in the seat of each one while he cried out "STOP!!! YOU'RE THROWING OUR MONEY AWAY!!! I WAS ABOUT TO LIST THEM ONLINE!!!"

I picked each one up and defiantly glared at him as I took them out and threw them in the snow. Best money I ever wasted.

I did break two things before. Once he was being a horrible human on a car ride out to the lake and decided in our argument to turn the car around and drive home. The girls were crying in the backseat and I grabbed his phone and demanded he stop being an ass and turn us back around. I told him I'd toss it out the window if he didn't listen. He called my bluff and locked the windows. I was scared but I opened the car door and tossed it down the highway anyway. He was furious and shocked, but it worked. He drove us to the lake, and later on it was something we laughed about. The other thing was he threw a little sculpture of mine in a fight outside where it smashed, and I was so shocked that I picked up a similar breakable thing he had since childhood and tossed it in the same spot.

[This message edited by tessthemess at 2:58 AM, August 24th (Thursday)]

In the first week I threw away all my underwear and pyjamas (anything that had been near my skin after he had been with his Fuck Buddies)

I threw away all the bedding and mattress and dismantled the metal bed frame of 'our' bed and left it outside the house (someone took it within 30 minutes!) I did all this single handedly in one evening and I'm barely 5ft tall ...

4 months later I took a permanent marker pen and wrote all his pathetic excuses, lies and insults on my wedding dress before I burned it on the fire pit in the garden on our 23rd wedding anniversary... watched by my daughter and her godparents! !

DD says I danced round that fire pit like a witch from the opening scene of Macbeth 😂 but oh, it felt SO good !!!!

And no, this is not usual behaviour for me ....

Well, my EX WW basically packed two bags and left....Soo....I figured that since i was on my own, and most of the stuff in the house was not stuff that i liked or was interested in it was time to down size the house....

Pretty much all pics and wedding stuff that i could find ended up in the fire pit outside. Why pay to take it to the dump when burning is free right....All wedding pics, the negatives, cards, candles, books...all of it. She wasn't super happy with that but i guess she should not have left it all then....

I used her wedding ring that she left behind to buy some nice new fly fishing gear. when she finally did come to collect the rest of her things during divorce that came up also...but..i will give her credit that she just said she deserved it and took it on the chin.

My list is long. I thought I was crazy but apparently this amusing thread proves I'm in good company.

My purging of anything from 2013 to 2016 kind of evolved over time as I thought of things.

First, his underwear, shoes, belts, pants and many shirts. His sunglasses too.

Next I smashed mugs and things he had in the apartment he had when he was working away from home. Furniture, blankets, kitchen stuff. I smashed everything I could with a sledgehammer and broke or threw away the rest.

He came home every day to a pile of broken trash he had to clean up.

I went into the garage and dumped out all his carpentry tools onto the floor.

I took a hammer and smashed his hard hat...never could break it.

The saddest is I tore up our cherished wedding photo, I really did love that pic and it's been with me for so long.

I took our rings to a pawn shop but ultimately decided I couldn't do it. EXCEPT for the "guilt" ring he bought me during the affair. Got a good sum for it too and don't miss it a bit.

My favorite anger related thing to do it to take his hammer and smash things in the garage with it. I mostly hit his workbench but I've broken much of his stuff.

We are selling the car we had during the EI period (he didn't use it for the EI but I want it gone anyway).

Now we are selling our house. He didn't conduct any "business" here but he was unfaithful to me during our time here so it has terrible memories for me. I thought we bought it as a new start in life and with a lot of excitement and hope... NOpe.

Next on my list is to throw his phone in the lake. I've not got the courage to do it yet as it is owned by the company he works for..but it is THE symbol of the most evil of the EI for me!! It's what he used to communicate with sluts. I hate it so much. It will probably happen in my next anger episode.

On DDay #3, I drove home, packed what I could, and left.

My WW was so mad I did so, she ruined all my fishing equipment, broke my record collection (I had one album worth about $2,500) and destroyed my military file and threw my medals away.

I threw a framed picture of our wedding, many picture did us actually and busted them all over the room. Glass was everywhere.

I threw my Bible across the room, yaaaaa. Then I threw it in the trash. I did. My H found it, cleaned it and saved it for me. I didn't know until later. I smashed my wooden prayer board into pieces. He fished it out of the trash and repaired it.

I throw all his underwear away. I tore up some flowers he gave me and stomped all over them on the floor in the middle of the night, screaming.

I smashed some of his music that I didn't like and threw them all over the front yard for hours. I got the hedge trimmers out and cut them up. I stomped on them too. I then picked them up and there then in the trash. Then I took them out of ge trash and put them back where they were before. He would find them broken.

I threw my IPhone against the window. Neither one broke:

That was most but the worst was at my lowest I picked up a piece of glass from a broken frame and tried to cut my arm. It didn't work.

I also tore him out of some of family pictures when I knew he was cheating.

Now THAT's a rampage.