rSlash - r/Prorevenge I Ruined My Abusive Dad's Life

Episode Date: August 25, 2024

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the game. Welcome to r slash pro revenge, where OP ruins the life of his scumbag father. Our next reddit post is from ThunderKurd. Growing up, me and my sister had no love towards our father whatsoever. I'm not going to bore you with the details, but alcoholic, abusive, and violent are a few words that come to mind. When my sister got accepted into a much better, but also farther away high school than our local high school, she moved immediately and rarely visited. We were 10 years apart, so I was only 4 at the time. I grew up resenting my sister for leaving me to deal with all this BS by myself. But now I understand better and we're on good terms.

My local factory was so big that it supported my whole town. Virtually everyone worked there, so everyone knew each other. My parents worked there too. But then it was purchased by the defense ministry and they decided to cut off anyone without at least a high school degree. My mother was let go and this was after she had had me four months ago. My father, however, made it until retirement and was granted military status. Basically, they gave him an honorable rank so his pension would almost double.

But also, you'd have to act accordingly because, in terms of speaking, you're military personnel now. My childhood was an absolute nightmare. So needless to say, I turned out to be an absolute mess. I struggle with anger management and mental instability, and I'm still working on them. When I turned 18, I enlisted. It gave me two major benefits. First, it didn't cost money, and I could never come home if I didn't want to. For me, it was literally a highway out of hell.

Fast forward three years later and I got an honorable discharge. Turns out I had actual mental problems. Who would have known? I got a buttload of money, and even more in the following months when they were able to process my military insurance. I came back to my hometown to find it incredibly underwhelming, and my father hadn't changed a bit. Not wanting to spend the rest of my life in this hellhole, I took what I could and moved to the city where my sister was living.

The last words my dear old dad said to me was, You'll never make it. Because apparently, being discharged for a mental illness showed that I was also a coward. Also, I think that he didn't showed that I was also a coward. Also I think that he didn't like that I was tougher than the little boy who used to obey his every word that I once was. And that I had stood up for myself more in the few weeks that I stayed with him than the entire 18 years of my life. I moved to a new environment, took up a blue collar job and decided to pursue a career

in IT, all the while taking care of my mental health. Somewhere during this time, my father got diagnosed with cancer. I was told it wasn't dangerous, but operations were required. My sister had actually reconciled with our father, partly because of my mother. She would also occasionally bring her daughter to come visit them. My sister was quite successful, so she decided to pay for the medical bills. Operations, treatment, hospitals, recoveries, everything. She paid for this while moving into a new house and buying her first car. My father had a huge bank account because of his

pension, but he didn't have to pay a single penny. After a year or so he was recovering, and all in all, things were good. During this time, I was struggling with work and studying, living paycheck to paycheck, and I had to rely on social programs to get treatment for my illness. I visited my dad after every operation, though it wasn't anything tearful. If he didn't poke me, I was fine. After nearly a year of staying at my sister's house, my dad and my mother headed home after his doctor gave him a go. At that time, I was looking for a new job because the current job was horrible and it made my mental health

actually worse. And I was lucky to find one where most of my skills were transferred and I had enough time to finish my studying. One day, my mother called in tears and asked me to come home that weekend. She told me that my father had been seeing someone else. Now, to be honest, I thought that she was just being paranoid, and I resented the thought of going home on a 4 hour trip both ways just for something that's utterly unimportant. So I calmed her down and swept it under the rug. Fast forward a few months, I got another call, this time from my sister. She came to visit that week with my niece to tell everyone that she was three months

pregnant. What was supposed to be a happy union turned into an absolute train wreck. Apparently, when my father left his phone unattended for a few minutes, his mistress sent him a very sexy picture and my mom saw it pop up. Needless to say, all hell broke loose. My sister said that was the first time in many years that she saw my mother scream bloody murder at my father. And when my father tried to hit my mother, my sister threw herself in between them, which prompted her husband to throw himself in between them. Because, you know, she's three months pregnant.

It all ended in a very tearful parting back to our city after a few hours of hurling insults at each other. The only good thing that came out of it was my mother was somehow able to bring his phone with her. We convinced my mother to get a divorce, but she's the submissive housewife who thought that divorce was worse than boiling live puppies. And I think back then she still somewhat hoped that he would turn around. They'd been together for almost 35 years at that point, so I figured something must have been there. She didn't want to divorce him, so we dropped it and decided to cut him out for good.

Lo and behold, half a year after the incident, my father's side of the family started to contact me. Strangely, my father, his sister, and his mother all called me within a day. They suddenly acted so nice and convinced me to come visit them. Obviously, that was all a ruse. After the cheating was discovered, my father's side blamed my mother and said that she should have kept it a secret and not made a mess for the family's sake. They also disavowed me and my sister because we were ungrateful brats after we didn't

accept their ultimate argument that he's your father after all. Out of morbid curiosity, I went back alone to see what they wanted me for. Turns out, they wanted to sell my parents' house. The house is on my grandmother's land. Back when my dad was about to undergo his first operation, we didn't know how it would turn out, so my dad transferred the house to my name because, apparently, inheriting a dead person's estate in my country is a living nightmare. Out of convenience, we convinced my grandmother to give me the land as well because she was very old at the time. This was back when we were all on good terms. I know for sure that they would rather gouge their eyes

out than transfer the property to my name today. I smelled something in the air. I couldn't place it, but I could tell something was wrong. So I told them nicely that I would think about it and I immediately went back home faking an emergency. A plan formed when I was driving back, and that's the first time I'd been so pleased about anything that I actually cracked a smile. I went to my sister's place immediately, where my mom was staying and laid out a plan. After a year of living in the city, my mom was much more open-minded, and it only took a little bit of convincing for her to agree with the plan.

The plan. My sister contacted a lawyer and asked what our options were. Because both the house and the land were in my name, my dad had no claim to them, and any paper that didn't have my signature on it would be considered useless under the law. So I asked the lawyer what would happen if my mother filed for divorce. The lawyer said it's highly unlikely the court would reward my mother's full claim unless we could prove that he was unfaithful before the separation.

To my lawyer's surprise, I could do exactly that. Remember my dad's phone that my mother brought back from that day? It was smashed during the fighting, but generally it was still in one piece. My mom had asked me to throw it away a few days after the fight, but me, being lazy, just brought it back to my place and threw it in the loft. Suffice to say, that phone provided us with more than enough proof of his indecency. The Execution After weighing our options, I called to tell my father that I would come home the next month to make an announcement.

He seemed eager to hear it. Upon my arrival, my dad and his family were so nice and sweet and what not. But after I introduced my lawyer, it's like they flipped a switch and suddenly became vile and violent. I presented him with two options, relinquish any claim to the house or be served with a lawsuit. In my country, marital violations are 6 months probation minimum, up to 2 years in prison. After a lot of screaming and name calling and feet stomping tantrums, my dad kicked us out. So naturally, I assumed he chose the latter. At the first court hearing, my mom, me, and my lawyer were present. It turned into another screaming contest, in which my dad made up all kinds of lies about my mother.

At some point, my lawyer leaned in to tell me that if the officer didn't stop my dad's rantings, it's likely that they were buddies and he asked me to let him handle things. The officer told us that the case wasn't a priority, that it would take months to process, that we wouldn't like the paperwork, so it was best to settle this out of court. My lawyer politely declined and told my father to expect another hearing soon under much less friendly circumstances. My dad tried one more tactic during this time, which was calling all the relatives and telling them how my mother was a B-word and I was an ungrateful

brat in hopes of creating some kind of pressure on us. Very few of them took my dad's side, and even if they all did, I would have never let him go that easy. During the second hearing, my dad finally cracked and agreed to my terms, which were relinquishing any claim that he might have to the house, and divorcing my mom. Basically, the only person who had any claim to the house now was my mother. I agreed to let my dad keep living in the house for the rest of his life though. But no one else. AKA his mistress whom he was basically living with. The revenge.

This was where my work started. First, my sister gathered all the receipts from all the medical bills that she paid for for his treatments. A few of them were missing, but we were able to make a huge folder. I was shocked when I learned how expensive cancer treatment could be. Not a fan. When we had a general sum of the money, we billed him for it. This is very unethical in my country, since children are expected to take care of their parents. But we threw that out the window long ago. We also knew that it wasn't a criminal case, so we just went to small court claims and then sent in bailiffs to collect, which was just this one lady. She had this I don't give an F attitude, and when he failed to comply, she sent in the thugs, as in the cops,

to start seizing assets. So my dad had to say goodbye to his furniture, his computer, his smart TV, a fridge, a reclining massage chair, all of which were purchased by my sister anyways. He had to pay out of pocket because the lady insisted that the cops continue seizing whatever he bought until she saw the money. Although the final amount recovered was only half of what was owed, it still cost my dad 70% of his savings. Of course, this wasn't about the money. We were just petty. We told the moving company they could do whatever they wanted with the furniture. Looking back, I should have taken the recliner. After that was done, I contacted my local

factory to file a report. Remember that sweet pension he got with the condition that he behaved accordingly? Clearly someone had been a bad boy. They had let him keep his pension because it was a small town and everyone knew everything because nobody ever filed a report. But that was no longer the case. I gave them a very detailed folder with pictures from his phone. To say the evidence was sexual was an understatement. The authorities immediately set up a hearing and my dad was stripped of his rank, making his pension go down to just over half the original amount. I know this because old folks gossip like their lives depend on it. My mom was very happy hearing this news, it's all she talked about for a month.

I was about to be done here, but a week later, my sister called to tell me that my aunt came to her door to berate her and her kids. My sister just called security to kick her out, and she warned me that my aunt would probably come for me next. I was seeing red. Not because some stupid Karen would cause me inconvenience, but because she screamed at my niece and nephew. As a gay man, I know full well that my bloodline ends with me, so I put all of my love into those little guys. To the point that if I had been there,

I would have bitten her head off. So I dug a little and found out that my aunt was knee deep in debt. She was hoping that she could leech some money from my father. If not from the money he made selling the house, then from his big bank accounts. Since neither of those were available anymore, she was very angry and thought that she could lay the blame on my sister. I had never set up an online social presence before, but for this special occasion, I made an exception. I created a Facebook account and befriended her. I didn't even have to pretend to be anyone else, since old people apparently accept friend

requests from anyone. My aunt had this vibe where she would show off her money and her vacations and her things, like some wealthy person. However, from my mother and her trusty gossip circle, I knew that my aunt always told whoever she owed money that she was struggling. So I figured that she must be blocking these money lenders. The next part was easy. I just had to send all these pictures of my aunt flexing her money to everyone that she

owed money to. I didn't even have to reveal myself since it was a throwaway account. So it's just this really long line of messages that showed my aunt spending her money lavishly. For the next month, my aunt was threatened. Not with legal actions, but with much more sinister actions. She would have thugs throw gifts at her door, like paint, fish sauce, and sometimes literal feces. My mother also told me about this of course.

The pro-revenge. As much as I want to take credit for this, this idea wasn't mine. My father's side of the family is a very traditional family where you would have a person acting as the head of the family deciding most matters. The head of the family has this certain voice, and there's a once in a year ceremony where we get together to pay tribute to our ancestors. During the ceremony, the head of the family will give a speech, and then some announcements like who died, who got married, who gave birth, etc. Then there will be a celebratory party where we basically get drunk. My great grandfather was the head.

He had three sons and two of them died during the war, so my grandfather took the mantle, then my father and eventually me. That whole side of the family was in another town that's like 3 hours away from our town, mainly because my grandfather didn't expect to be the head, so he moved out there seeking opportunities. My father tried to keep the date of this get together hidden, but he seriously underestimated my mother. She doesn't just have one gossip circle, she has an infinite number of them. So me, my mother, and my sister's family all head out to

my grandpa's place. The trip was 14 hours in total, but the result was worth it. We timed it so that we would come two days earlier than my father. Again, thanks to her gossip circle. This side of the family had never heard the full story before, only the versions that my father gave them, which was that he and my mother split up amicably. I actually had to give my father some credit for not bad mouthing my mom. After weighing all the pros and cons, we decided to let my mother loose, and she's exceptional when it came to relaying details about her personal tragedies. It took just one day for everyone in the family to know what a butthole my father had been.

The look on my father's face when he arrived and saw my family already there was priceless. He got the stink eye from everyone for the rest of the day. Nobody would initiate conversations with him, so he was just sitting there like a sad dog. Now I know what they say about beating a dead horse, but this idea was too brilliant not to follow through with. My uncle Oliver came up with this plan. In the family hierarchy, my uncle is equivalent to my father. And in the event that my branch doesn't have a male successor, which is definitely what's going to happen, his branch will be head of the family.

He told me that I should take up the mantle of the head of the family. It was all very sudden. I didn't have his speech ready. My father was supposed to do this. But Uncle Oliver said that I could just say whatever I wanted, because nobody really paid attention to that thing anyways. All the other elders were okay with it. So I gave the speech, which wasn't even the best speech.

At the celebratory party, people are assigned tables based on the family tree. Because I was elevated to the head of my branch, I would be sitting at the big boy table. My father didn't even get to sit there, because miraculously, it was full. Even though I could have sworn there weren't 20 of us, and each table can sit up to 10 people. He had to sit at the regular table with my aunt and a bunch of nasty widows who didn't hold back their snarky comments. I don't think my dad will ever come back to one of these holidays again.

The Aftermath. My father is now just a miserable old man. His mistress left him because surprisingly she was after his money. He's living in our old house with next to nothing. His retirement money, though halved, was good enough to let him live by. Last I heard, his cancer has come back, and, obviously, this time my sister won't be paying for it. He tried to initiate contact with my mother, trying to make amends. We had to block his number and his profile on my mother's account, because she actually considered answering.

She has a soft side. My aunt had to sell her house to pay off the debt, or else the thug would just continue harassing her. She now lives in a smaller house that she bought with the rest of her money. I felt bad for her husband, because he's actually chill and quite nice, but he's not the most decisive man and therefore doesn't really confront her. I hope he's doing better. I have no empathy for her only son though. Let's just say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. How do I know all this? My mother's gossip circle.

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