rSlash - r/Prorevenge Hurt Kids? I'll Hurt YOU!

Episode Date: April 3, 2025

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Our next Reddit post is from Cynical Altarist. About three years ago, I was in a multi-school academic support network, which had a summer camp. At this camp, I met Kelly. Kelly was a closeted lesbian and was very scared of us telling her parents due to their extreme political and narcissistic views. I had dealt with this situation a few times, but not on this extreme of a level. Her parents were so far off the end of the scale, I dared not say anything about politics

or religion in fear of starting an inquisition. These people made Westboro look like moderates. To give an example, they had complete control over her phone, emails, mail, and pretty much every other route of communication. So when they decided that one of her friends was too Jewish because the last name sounded Jewish to them, they deleted him from her life. They called the program and rearranged her schedule so she would never see him. Later, we found out they filed false, anonymous complaints against him so he wouldn't be

invited back. Overnight they removed this guy from her life, and this was not the last kid they did this with. Kelly was terrified of her parents, but they owned her. There was no way to escape short of suddenly becoming an adult. I was seriously worried about her, to the point where I bought her an emergency-only prepaid phone, which I told her to hide. This was, unequivocally, the best decision I've ever made.

Fast forward to January. Kelly is struggling with the stress of everything and says something innocuous in group chat along the lines of, "'Good thing I don't have to worry about boys.'" We suddenly stop hearing responses from her. Her cell phone goes offline. The house phone kicks all of her numbers, but not pay phones or other lines.

The parents do pick up, but they say there's no one with that name at this address, then hang up. Her classmate says that she doesn't show up for class that day. Alarm bells are going off for everyone. Then I get the call from Kelly. Please come pick me up. I was kicked out.

It's cold. I'm the closest and I had a car and I was driving in blowing heavy snow in far below freezing weather. I won't say that rage and panic fueled me, but I will say it got me there in one piece. I have never, ever driven a car as recklessly or as hard or as fast as I did that day. When I got there, she was huddled under a tarp, barefoot in pajamas, at the foot of her house's stairs. The parents saw my car and rushed out to scream at me for taking their child from the path of God and corrupting her with

devil-worshipping ideas or something like that. I told them that if she listened to me, it was the first time she had ever done that. And then the critical sentence. She is not our child anymore. You godless heathen ruined her mind. And then she's no daughter of ours. Kelly, freezing and scared, hides in my car. The parents start to get aggressive and hostile towards me, so I make two things very clear

to them. One, I'm recording everything they say. I have a camera on my car and my phone. And I have a police officer waiting for me at the foot of the driveway. I call the cops before I arrive due to not feeling safe. Two, I'm leaving and never coming back, as per their request. Kelly will be coming with me, since she's not their daughter, per their screaming rant. They start arguing, as in screaming over me, about how she can be cured by methods that range from dubious to straight up

illegal. By this point, I'm done. I get back in my car while they're screaming at me and head back down the driveway. The cop and I have a short chat and he recommends that we be brought to the police station ASAP to prevent the parents saying that I kidnapped her. After a six-hour emergency room visit for hypothermia and minor frostbite escorted by police, we arrive. All of my video and audio recordings are entered into official records, and the officer's dashcam footage and Kelly's ER report are filed away. I didn't know it at the time, but all that would prove to be essential in court later.

I sign her into a hotel in my town and lawyer up. The lawyer I know specifically deals with cases like hers for free. He is very, very good at it. There was a lot of legalese and a long process and a lot of angry exchanges that I really didn't understand or participate in. But two years later, she was emancipated. I got to be a witness and that recording and the ER report cinched the case, proving neglect. The parents didn't even try to argue against it, instead using some weird religious law argument. Kelly's older half-brother learned what was happening during the first year and supported

her financially while she was in school. He hated the parents far more than either of us did. Kelly mostly feared them and I was just disgusted by them. It really wasn't much of a fight. The parents represented themselves and tried to get the case dropped on religious grounds which isn't a thing. After this, the revenge started and Kelly did not hold back. During proceedings, it was discovered that the parents had been using their children's

social security cards for loans, credit, bank account, and other sketchy stuff. They were already going to jail for that, but Kelly took it to the next level. One of the things that had been purchased in Kelly's name was the father's truck. Kelly reported it missing since she was technically the owner of the truck. They pulled the father over and confiscated the truck as stolen because his name was not on the title. The wife's was. When he tried to prove that it was his by filling out the bill of sale on the back,

he found that the title for the vehicle had been invalidated when Kelly had ordered a new one and donated the vehicle to the fire department for Jaws of Life training that same day. The mother's credit cards were the same, but Kelly just cancelled all of them and declared identity theft. This froze some of the mother's bank accounts, which were under Kelly's social security number. The family was already in chaos, but Kelly cranked it to 11. Due to the social security number, Kelly was listed as the main contact for the family's cell phone and internet plans. She cancelled both. She killed all the email accounts and her name that she could access

and rerouted her mail to her new P.O. Box. And she may have accidentally forgotten to say that they should only reroute her mail. She also called in repossession on everything that had been bought with her social security number on credit. The loans included renovations on the home, so the parents were forced to sell. By the time Kelly was done, the parents were happy to go to jail for fraud, identity theft, and their other numerous crimes rather than live on that street. All I know is that they became social pariahs in town before that. Stores banned them for their increasingly violent attempts at converting people. People they knew for years turned on them. The father was fired

for failing a performance review, and the mother lost her job selling… stuff due to her increased radicalization. In the end, Kelly's siblings went to live with her half-brother since he was the closest living relative. The parents lost all rights to visitation as the state nullified their parental rights and gave guardianship to the half-brother, mostly due to the criminal charges. But the real revenge might just be that as the sentencing was carried out, Kelly flipped the parents off in front of the judge, and the judge just laughed at the parents' attempts to claim that it was

hate speech. Considering that Kelly was out in freezing weather as a child with no shoes suggests to me that the parents might have actually been trying to murder her. So OP might have saved this girl's life, both literally and metaphorically. Our next Reddit post is from ScaredyCats. I'm a 46 year old woman. My 17 and 15 year old daughters have a strained relationship with my ex-husband's parents. My ex passed away in an accident last year. And we've had some major family drama since, due to his cheating and him leaving two boys born with his affair partner orphaned. She also died. Part of the drama has been my ex-in-laws trying to get custody of my daughters and them also trying to live with us.

The first one we're going to court over. The second one will never happen. Where we live, there's a weekend market with fresh produce, eggs, meat, and other products straight from farmers. This week was extra special since it was my youngest birthday. Since her party is later in the month, I decided to give her a budget and set her loose on the market to get whatever she wanted. Mostly chocolate and sweets.

After an hour, I did start getting worried, and just before I called her, she called me. She was crying, saying some weird people have cornered her. I ran to her with my oldest daughter to find 6 older women berating my daughter for being un-Christian, for refusing to spend time with her paternal grandparents or for wanting to be a good big sister to her poor orphaned baby brothers. My daughters are the ones that found out about my ex cheating and the babies, so they are not fond of the kids. It's trauma and they're working with a therapist. I got between the group and my daughter telling my eldest to go pay the stuff her sister had and to go to the car. Then I turned to the women. Some I knew from when I went to my ex-in-law's church and ripped them a new one.

They told me that I was the worst for refusing to obey my ex-in-law's like a good Christian wife. Barf. Eventually, the screaming turned too loud and we were all asked to leave the market. I met with my girls in the car, the women following me like a group of vultures. I managed to get in the car and drove away. After my girls went to bed, I got online to talk to another member of that church that I'm on good terms with.

I told him about what happened and after he apologized, he told me what was going on. My ex-mother-in-law posted this massive story in the church's Facebook group about how horrible my daughters and I are, how we're leaving them homeless and penniless. They inherited my ex's personal bank account and his life insurance and how my daughters don't even talk to them. She also accused us of being the reason she lost her grandsons. The boys are now living with distant relatives of my ex-husband. Basically, it was a sob story worthy of a Hallmark movie. And of course, they were getting all love and support from the more extremist

members of their church. This church and its members are a bit annoying, especially with LGBTQ plus topics. But they have a small saving grace. They are incredibly strict about cheating. It's a big no-no, be it from husband or a wife equally. Now, how did my ex-in-laws explain the affair, children? She claimed the other woman was our surrogate since I was unable to have more children, then said that I didn't want the babies because they were boys, which is an absolutely disgusting thing to be accused of. Well, I decided it was time to clean up this mess, and since I was mid-divorce when my ex died, I had all the evidence I needed.

And since the divorce wasn't completed, I don't have any legal ramifications for releasing all the evidence. I was off the next day and went to a print shop to get copies of all the delightful pictures of my ex cheating, his text conversations with his affair partner, the ones with his parents confessing to his cheating and getting support from them, my in-laws harassing me about the divorce, and my coup de gras. All the emails and text messages of them bullying my daughters about their baby brothers. In one of them, they called my daughters bastards and told them that it was their fault their

father died since they told me about the affair and I began the divorce. That message was literally two days after my ex died. I paid extra for all of this to be printed out in beautiful, high-quality paper. Then, when I got home, I sat down for hours to make delightfully personalized binders. They look like the little prayer song packets the church gave to everyone to sing hymns. The first picture when opening the binders is my ex and his side-woman making out in our living room. Their faces are easy to discern and the girl looks nothing like me. Different skin tones and hair color.

Underneath I wrote, ex-husband's name and affair girl's name love story. I took the books to the church before service. There's a desk in the back with songbooks for people who need them or forget to bring their own and they're never checked. The gossip mill was quick and harsh. The names that my ex and his affair partner got called in the Facebook were so bad that the pastor himself had to get involved just to keep things relatively PG-13. People were angry at my ex-in-laws for their abuse to my daughters, but what made me laugh is that they thought that I was still in the wrong for the divorce. But it is understandable

that I failed on my duties after the shock and I possibly will one day return to the light, unlike my cheating husband and his Jezebel. They used another word that I can't use here, I imagine. I got two apology letters in the mail for my girl and an invitation to join the church for support. As for my ex-in-laws, they got shamed into leaving the church. My ex-mother-in-law made a post on her wall about how alienated she feels and how no one cares for the elderly anymore. How she wished her great son was still alive since he would have taken care of her and her husband. With what money? I don't know since I was the breadwinner. Down in the comments, this reply from Harry Horrocks feels very relevant. So fun fact, somebody did a study of

estranged parent forms and estranged grown-up children forms to compare and contrast the attitudes they're in. The adults always post vague stories and emphasize the emotions they're feeling. Like, my child won't talk to me and this makes me feel bad. The children, however, post evidence. As in, this is why I don't speak to my parents, including this screen-shotted email chain. That was r slash pro revenge and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast why I don't speak to my parents, including this screenshotted email chain.