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After 2 years of being harassed by OW, and her new BFF (my FWH's own XW), and having their myspace and Facebook profiles dedicated to talking shit about me and FWH, I sat up alone one night and decided to hack their emails.

I guessed their security questions in one try.

Locked them both out of their own profiles, forwarded some messages to people who weren't supposed to see them, etc.

lol, NeverAgain, you are my hero. I would bet she will NEVER get over that.

I have loved reading all these.

Wow, a lot of feedback! I'm glad to see so many of you looking back and taking some humor out of these truly damaging situations. It's a real sign of strength.

I always believed that good thinking before action makes people win in bad situations.

1.Before confronting him about the first OW I built a good story about me having cheated on him and I "confessed". He bought it, became pale and he spitted all out. (He only kept her name out but it didn't take me long to find)

2.To get the truth for OW2 I sawed the VARS on his jackets.

But I can't deny that a couple of times I thought torturing him like in the movies to get the truth. Thankfully the logic prevailed.

Liars disgust me.

Melian40:

To get the truth for OW2 I sawed the VARS on his jackets.

How did you do this^^^^? I was trying to figure out a way

Well call me old fashioned, but I dont think ANYTHING the betrayed spouse does is crazy. I think the things we do are protective and survival instinct. I did have to stop doing destructive behaviors in favor of CONstructive behaviors. I was much more satisfied contacting AP husband than cursing out AP. I decorate my house when he says I dont ever cook anymore. Now mind you...these are not passive aggressive behaviors. They are the behaviors that I WANT TO DO for myself. I have stopped letting his NPD nutjob asshole yelling stop me from doing what I want to do; neither do I let his bad behavior toward me push me into bad behaviors of my own. When he tries to hurt me...I make sure my response is something that strengthens ME!

uhm...and the healthiest thing that I ever did was smash his cellphone into a million pieces <smiles her angelic smile>.

[This message edited by angerisme at 3:08 PM, June 7th (Saturday)]

@mchercheur:

You cut a little thread from the inner cloth of the jacket. You sew velcro, so you can put the VAR in and take it out without it dropping.

On DDay#1, I dragged our huge picnic table off the porch and into the yard where I set it on fire. I then spent the night burning his 5 foot tall stash of porn that I always called the "Williesdad Memorial Library".

The next day, I came home, and that bitch was at my house. When I pulled in, she ran to her car and tried to leave. I drug that bitch out of her car by the hair into the garage. I then proceeded to let her know that it was not acceptable to come to my house ever. All this while WXH stood there with his mouth shut. So much for being a kisa.

She was really pissed that he didn't defend her. His response: "No way! williesmom was really pissed!"

Fucking jagoffs. Both of them.

What an awesome post!!

I'll admit that over the past year I've had some what I thought were "crazy" thoughts. You guys are all awesome! I wish I was as creative as you!!

I don't have a story as unique as you guys, but here's mine:

After DDAY it took me a couple months to realize that WBF was a chicken shit and would never tell me the truth. He was TT all over the place and I knew in my gut that more happened than he said. He was all "We never hooked up I swear on our dogs life" bullshit.

I got so fed up, I downloaded an app that lets you have a fake text message conversation with any number you choose. You pick the number, and you write both sides of the text.

I convinced WBF that OW and I were texting and going to meet up to discuss what really happened between them.

He immediately changed his tune. He said he didn't want me to hear the truth from her, instead of him, and finally told me the whole truth. I still pretended to meet up with her that night because I knew that he might still be hiding things from me and that if I told him I wasn't going, he'd might still hold things back.

NOW - I guess this would be the embarrassing part...a couple months later I was using the same app to fake a conversation with a friend...so I could show WBF what some of our "really" thought of him after DDAY, when all the sudden I got a REAL text from the friend basically saying "what are you talking about" !!!!!

Luckily, I hadn't said anything damaging (yet) but in that instant I knew that the OW had probably gotten all of my text that I had faked a while back. She never saw what I wrote pretending to be her, but she probably got the text I sent in reply. LUCKILY, I only sent things like "Ok" and "When". But still...she was probably like WTF if going on...this crazy bitch is talking to herself.

I had already texted her once after DDAY (for real) to see if she would talk to me (she never responded) so I'm pretty sure she had my number (saved or blocked?) and knew it was me at the time of the fake texting. My only hope is that she blocked me from day one and never got the texts. LOL.

So word of advice, if you use a fake texting app, don't use a real number (make it off by one # or something?) because they will get the text!

From now on I'll just be using a google voice number I set up in case I need it...hahahaha

[This message edited by 4everfaithful83 at 7:24 PM, May 31st (Saturday)]

The "worst" I can think of is when I made him pick up a box of his crap he left at the house after he left me for the COW and on top of everything was every card I could find that he had ever given me ripped in half. He was super pissed, but I felt it was totally justified as he had told me a week or so before that he didn't buy people cards based on how he felt but on what he thought the other person wanted to hear. When he texted me whining about me ripping them up I said "you told me you picked cards based on what I wanted to hear and not how you felt. As far as I am concerned they were garbage then and they are garbage now." One day I might regret not having them anymore but today is not that day.

I don't have anything, but these are awesome! Great thread!! WH better beware!!

After a year of waiting for the Grub to let me in on his secret life, he finally gave me the body count and I was able to hold it together for a couple of days then fell apart.

I went into super pisstivity and was yelling, screaming and was out of control. Not my finest moment. He decided that he could not handle my anger so he was walking to his car to leave, I'm sure to go see one of his whores, anyway my son had mowed the lawn and found an old saw blade and put on the porch railing, so when the Grub was walking to his car he said "I better get over this shit"! I totally lost my shit and threw the saw blade,aiming at the back of his head, by the grace of God the blade did not have enough height. But hit his car door and did enough damage for him to realize that I was not the sweet, docile, easily controlled wife of a year ago.

So glad that I am not in jail. Now I remind myself that I don't look good in orange, keeps me in check.

This is not what I consider truly psychotic, but I did burn the mattress set and all of our old bedding in a huge bonfire in our back yard. I made a ceremony out of it and took pictures for my IC.

Just prior to the burning ceremony, I demanded we get rid of that mattress set. WH wanted to wait until after we got back from summer vacation. Instead of arguing about it, I took my handy little wrench and turned the satellite dish so that it would not pick up a signal. WH was freaking out about the tv not working when I came back in. I just smiled at him while holding up my little wrench and told him that if I had to wait until after vacation for a new mattress set that he had not had sex with my sister on, then he would have to wait until after vacation for television. I got my new mattresses and bedding the next day.

Back when WH had his "Get over it" attitude, I piled all of his clothes in our front yard and lit it. He was screaming at me to help him put out the fire. I went over to the other side of the pile that wasn't burning yet and lit it too. I looked at him, shrugged my shoulders, and told him to "Get over it" before going back inside like nothing at all was wrong. I think I carried off crazy well during this one.

I outed his A with OW#6 to their co-workers on FB. The fallout was priceless with OW#6 whining and crying to WH about how mean and hateful everyone was being to her the morning after I posted. It wasn't until later in the day when someone let her know what I had posted. WH was in CYA mode from the word go and was too busy worried about getting fired since he was her boss to be bothered with her petty drama. The land of unicorn farts and rainbows ended with a nasty little lover's quarrel. Imagine that.

My sister (OW#5) made the mistake of confronting me on FB about why I was avoiding her. While I did not want to do it on FB, it was better than face to face since I was more than a little angry at her. I let her have it just as fast as my fingers could type. She threatened me with a lawsuit. I laughed at her and reminded her that it had to be a lie before it could be slander. I let her know that WH was willing to testify about every sordid detail of their 3 year A and that both my kids and her kids (only the adult kids) were witnesses and were willing to defend me if she was stupid enough to try to take it that far.

One other thing, I shot my WH on the butt with a Nerf gun. While it is not the craziest thing I did, it sure was funny.

I don't think these are "psychotic".

I think these actions are a way to reclaim control over something we had no control over. Our spouses' decisions to have an A made us invisible and inconsequential. I keep telling my WH that perspectives change when you learn you and the M are disposable and expendable.

These actions may seem extreme but acting out aggressively enabled me to reclaim some of my stolen power.

You want psychotic...hmmm.

Bought a stun gun. Looked up how to make bombs. Invested in making traps and working out to basically assassinate OM.

Looking to get brass knuckles, blow torch and setting up to destroy OM.

And this is all pretty recent.

I am not proud to admit that I put my Christianity on the shelf and lost my

mo fo mind.

1) When I saw the FB pictures of "the lovely couple" I beat his a$$. I mean, I really fought him like I was a dude. When my hands got hurt, my eyes got huge (according to my H) and I began to scan the room for weapons. Afterwards, I saw that I had broken many sentimental objects. One was a picture frame with a picture of my deceased father. Then I had to clean up the mess that included lots of potting soil.

2) Spent time and money searching out info on AP. Got in my car, drove 70 miles with the intention of causing great bodily harm to "it". Here's the crazy part: donkey lives in a project in the inner city. There's no place to park Plus, the "hood" is dangerous. I was later told that the locals would have immediately sniffed me out and would have "jacked" me for my $, jewelry and car.