rSlash - r/Prorevenge My College Girlfriend Stole My Money, So I Got Her Kicked Out!

Episode Date: September 4, 2020

r/Prorevenge In today's video, OP starts dating a girl in college who turns out to be an absolute psycho! She secretly uses his account to buy things, and when confronted she completely flips out and tries to break down OP's door. But luckily for OP, he recorded her insane flip-out! One quick trip to the campus authorities, and OP's girlfriend gets kicked to the curb. 🔔 Subscribe: https://bit.ly/2E3A8i6 💬 Discord: https://discord.gg/VD6eYD3 🎧 Podcast: https://link.chtbl.com/rslash ⚓ Send me a voice message: https://anchor.fm/rslash 📸 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rslashyt/ ♪ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@rslash0 🛒 Merch: http://bit.ly/rSlashMerch 🎁 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/rslash Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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This happened in the first semester of my freshman year. I was selected for an honors type program that placed me in a co-ed dorm building with every other student in the program. As a dumb freshman, I rushed into a relationship with a freshman girl who lived right above me. We'll call her Megan. It was convenient for me to date someone who lived so close, but everyone else in our building hated Megan because she talked a lot, and almost exclusively about herself. She bragged about being a fairly aggressive person, but somehow I overlooked

that mile wide red flag. Right after Thanksgiving break, at the end of an evening class, I got a call from my mom who noticed some unusual activity on my checking account. Back then I had no credit cards, so this account and debit card was my only access to my savings while I lived on campus. I rarely needed to buy anything during the semester, so I was puzzled to find that $104 had left my bank account over two weeks, in the form of 6 Grubhub orders. At this point, I trusted Megan, but I decided to ask her about the money right away. She denied any involvement and suggested that I cancel my debit card. After a long phone call to the bank, I did just that.

Next, I reached out to Grubhub customer service on Twitter. Hey, my card was stolen and used for food overs on those dates. Can I have the receipts? They sent me the first and last receipts, but they had to redact the personal info of the account holder. I saved redact and quotes because they just used a Snapchat draw tool, and Megan's name was still clearly visible on both receipts. What's more, the most recent receipt was only two hours old.

She was probably still eating when I chopped up my debit card. It's worth noting that she and I both had unlimited dining plans, paid for by our respective parents, and we lived 500 feet from the nearest dining hall. She didn't need to order food and she definitely didn't need my money to do it. So I texted her again. I have the receipts from Grubhub. Are you sure you didn't make those orders? If you were to inspect me. Fairly aggressive, wouldn't you say? I hatched a plan to collect security camera footage of her picking up the order from that evening. However, by midnight, Megan arrived at my door in tears and confessed to everything. Plus, she admitted to being a

serial shoplifter. Exhausted, I sent her away and decided to deal with everything in the morning. By the next day, everyone in our building seemed to know what was going down. Probably because Megan had already begun broadcasting her version of the story. I said Megan a breakup text and decided that the $104 was a loss. At least I escaped unscathed, right? Well, less than two days later, she entered my room when I wasn't looking. I was sitting at my desk when I noticed her silently standing behind me. Give me my stuff.

Where's my stuff? What stuff? You know. I me my stuff. Where's my stuff? What stuff? You know. I did not know. She tore through my room, looking for something that she refused to identify. Just as quick as she came, she was gone, and I locked the door because obviously this wasn't over yet. Within a minute, she was back.

She stood outside my door, knocking and demanding I let her back inside. The knocking quickly got more violent. She started shouting, I know you're effing in there, open the mother effing door. Mind that we lived in this building with students in our program who all knew each other, and all of them could hear her. Pretty quickly, Megan was rattling the handle of my door. Next she began throwing herself at it, shoulder first rattling the handle of my door. Next, she began throwing herself at it, shoulder first, trying to break it down. I lived next door to my RA, but

judging by the lack of any intervention, he was elsewhere. So I whipped out my phone and texted him to send back up. Meanwhile, I saw my heavy wooden door bending and buckling. I even heard a crack-a-bit. My RA was on duty in another building, so he sent three of his colleagues to de-escalate the situation. They brought Megan downstairs, where she revealed that the stuff that she wanted was just a t-shirt and keychain that she gave me for my birthday. Whatever, I let her have those. I still just wanted this to be over. However, once I shared my story with the resident life staff, they filed university paperwork to place a no contact order between me and Megan.

They also recommended I contact the campus police, who then told me I should get my stolen money back in small claims court. At the request of the campus police, I also contacted the title 9 office at my school, sending them the story of everything you've read so far. They were interested to say the least, although I didn't want any trouble. I just wanted a clean break up and a fresh start. But a title 9 representative informed me that they were bringing 3 misconduct charges against Megan.

Theft, threatening violent behavior, and inciting an intervention by university staff. The representative asked me to serve as a witness in Megan's disciplinary hearing the next semester. I tentatively agreed right before the representatives at the hearing date for February 14th, valentine's day. I thought it was a joke, but they really did that. When the day of the hearing finally arrived, the no contact order was still in effect.

But a few of my friends had kept tabs on Megan. For starters, she failed all of her classes in the fall. Someone in my math course confessed that Megan had tried to sleep with him while she was dating me, and she had repeatedly told her no. Even worse, Megan kept telling a twisted version of the whole story to try to turn my friends against me. So, when I found out that she had found a new boyfriend, it felt good to know that the V-Day disciplinary hearing ruined whatever evening plans they might have made. I arrived alone at the disciplinary board office, unsure of what to expect. The

board consisted of grad students and the hearing was expected to run into the night. Unlike me, Megan did not come alone. She brought both of her parents as character witnesses, and that's not even a thing here. This wasn't a real courtroom as you'll soon see. And that's not all. Megan's parents also paid a lawyer to defend her against the charges. The board knew that was a unnecessary, but Megan's parents believed so strongly in their daughters innocence that they had already paid this three-piece suit

to Maker Case. In the name of Fairness, the board members offered me pro bono legal representation. A junior economics major who will call Jimmy. Jimmy had already read my accounts of the event from the fall, and thanks to my screenshot of the grub hub receipts, he said there was an okay shot of the charges sticking. Then I told him something I'd kept secret for months. When Megan tried to break down my door and I whipped out my phone to text my RA, I also filmed the whole thing. I've got to make a quick aside here OP, if you're watching this video, I will pay you for that video. So please email me and hopefully we can work something out.

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the video on a big screen in front of everyone. The room went insane. In that instant, I realized that Megan really had convinced everyone that I was the liar. In her version of the story, I gave her permission to buy food using my account. She told her parents that she'd asked me politely for her belongings, which I'd rudely hidden from her in my dorm room. In Megan's story, I was a sociopath trying to ruin her reputation. Before I unveiled the video, it was her word against mine. I still didn't want revenge, even after finding out that Megan tried to cheat on me, but when I saw her parents flipping

out of the video, why didn't you tell us you did this? And her lawyer raising hell. This evidence was not provided in pre-trial disclosure, and a board member standing over him saying, Sir, this is not a court of law, please return to your seat, and him shouting, OBJECTION! And her replying, we don't have objections, this isn't a court of law! And Jimmy, my new best friend, just trying not to laugh out loud. That's when I realized how good revenge can feel when it's fair and deserved. The board found Megan responsible on all three charges. My side of the bench recommended the university terminate her housing contract and forcer to pay restitution. Her side

recommended only restitution and a reprimand. The board compromised. Her family paid back most of the money she stole. Most because two of the six orders had the same price and her lawyer convinced the board that I had duplicated in order. And Megan was forced to move into a different dorm building. This probably would have helped her anyway, because every student in our program building knew everything she'd done and lied about. They wouldn't speak to her, and no one wanted to be a roommate. By the time that she'd moved buildings, she'd already failed all of her courses, again.

Having paid for her tuition, her unused dining plan, her lawyer, and her restitution, Megan's parents finally pulled her out of school. So where are they now? Last I heard, Megan returned as a part-time student, but I never saw her again because of no contact order still stands. I'm now Facebook friends with the guy Megan tried to seduce. Oh, and Jamie and I connected on LinkedIn. As for me, well, I no longer date fairly aggressive people. Our next Reddit post is from Thoreauway. In late May 2016, I asked my crush Kate of 3 years out on a coffee date.

3 dates later, we made things official. For the next 7 months, our relationship felt too good to be true. We clicked on so many interests, so we hardly ever disagreed on anything. We were very open with each other, which led to an incredible passionate hugging life. We both had good jobs, so we had money to spoil one another, and our families were both enthusiastic about our relationship. In January 2017, I was accepted into my country's Armed Forces Reserve Program as a combat engineer. I underwent basic training from February to late April, and up until then, it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

There were several times I thought I wouldn't graduate, and the only thing that kept me going was Kate's words of encouragement over text and calls. She was there when I received my BTC certificate and never let me forget how proud she was of me. As part of my job in the reserves, I would have to go away in the summer for advanced training between early June to late August. Kate fully supported me going 400 kilometers away to the training center and spending almost our entire summer break on work to further my military career. The summer was brutal on me.

I was a social outcast from every click that formed on our course and was the butt of several jokes. Myself is seen plummeted through the floor, but Cates believe in me as what made me prevail. I passed his fifth best on the course and owed it all to her. The decline. Things between us started to sour after returning home. According to her, I wasn't as spontaneous and outgoing as before I went away. I was dismissive, took small jabs and jokes as personal insults, and would rather stay in, watch movies, and passionately hug instead of going out. Unbeknownst to both of us, I had developed some nasty social anxiety

due to the events of the summer, and it started affecting our relationship. Nearing our two-year anniversary in 2018, we got into a heated argument over a small misunderstanding and subsequently broke up. I was incredibly distraught before she texted me three days later and said she wanted to try to fix things. I didn't see her for three weeks, but we kept in touch every day, slowly mending things. When we officially got back together, nothing felt the same. Every time I talked with her, it was as if I was walking on eggshells, and it only worsened my anxiety, which in turn hurt our already damaged relationship. Then, things finally came to a head at the end of July.

The hurt. While in school, Kaden met a dude named John. She saw and John what she used to see in me, and they quickly became very close friends. He can sold her through our break up, and every little time I messed up afterwards. For the record, I knew of John, but never thought Kate would ever do anything with him. One night after work, we'd plan for me to stay the night at Kate's place. I arrived to see the two of them chilling on the living room couch. Kate said that John had dropped by for a spontaneous visit, and he was just leaving.

After John left, she became cold and distant. I slowly accepted that our relationship was dead and asked her how things were between us. She echoed my thoughts and we agreed to break up the next day. She said I could stay the night one last time, seeing how it was late and she was so worry full of me. From there on until she fell asleep, Kate became uncharacteristically glued to and protective of her phone. In the past, she wouldn't care if I had glanced over to catch her and her friends texting about whatever, but now she did her best to hide the screen from me.

I asked her about it and she said it was private stuff which only raised more questions. After she fell asleep, curiosity got the better of me. I unlocked her phone, I knew her passcode, and found hundreds of messages between her and John. Messages about how she was now single, how exciting it was that they could now be a couple in public, and laughing at me about every little thing I did. I quietly sobbed as I read through each hurtful text. My crying wasn't as quiet as I thought. Kate stirred, and once she realized what I was doing, she threw a fit.

I couldn't find the anger or words to combat her, so I just grabbed my stuff and left, with Kate shouting at yelling at me the whole time. It was late in the morning when I got home. I just broke down and ugly cried all night. I called and sick from work the next day and spent it soaking in my bed. The day after, I got several angry texts from Kate's friends and family. In a bid to save her marriage and announce anything I might say about her, she told anyone she knew that I had forced myself upon her that night. In one last attempt to get some before we broke up, and left after the deed was done.

Though what I had done was scarring, she refused to press charges because she didn't want to make a circus of her life in court, and was the bigger person by doing so. I spent the next few months in fear that her allegation would have me discharge from the army and my image forever tarnished, but nothing ever happened. The revenge. Five months afterwards, Kay DM'd me. After pleasantries, she basically apologized for the whole thing, and actually admitted to faking it.

Though she would never publicly admit it to save her own reputation, though my image be damned. This angered me, but I kept cool. I screen-shotted the text and continued talking with her. Over the next three months, she entered into a cycle of events as follows. One complaint about a current life situation, usually about John screwing up in their relationship in one way or another and asking for advice. 2. Lamenting our relationship.

How I never screwed up like John did. How she wished we could go back to the way things were blah blah blah. 3. Ignoring me because John finally pulled his head out of his butt, did some huge romantic gesture and saved their relationship. 4. Going on a smear campaign on social media about our relationship, employing her friends for help, knowing in full that I would see it all and trying to bait me into an

argument. 5. It would work. She would try to turn the argument around and paint me as the bad guy, and then blocked me for about a month before repeating the cycle. This happened three times like clockwork and always left me burnt out and broken. But a part of me wanted it to happen. Each time it did, I took screenshots of every damning thing she said. I had a full SD card of everything I compiled before I finally decided that it was time.

Making several picture copies of the worst of the worst text messages I caught, I purchased several Manila envelopes and mailed them to everyone I thought would matter to Kate. Her parents, grandparents, extended families she was super close with, best friends, work boss, co-workers, teachers, whoever I could find a mailing address for. I made sure that anyone getting the envelope would know that the texts were between me and Kate and sent them off. Within three weeks, I got results. Some of the people who messaged me to shame and insult me before it now apologized

for their words. My favorite was from her own parents who went on to say that they were deeply sorry about their daughter's behavior. How they raised her to be better than how she acted and to please not pursue any legal actions. The thought had crossed my mind, but I didn't have the money nor the mental fortitude to fight a legal battle. I told them I'd think about it and that they'd be the first to know besides Kate if I did. Kate sent me some text as well with things like, How could you betray my trust like that? Or, you ruined my life, you bastard. I didn't reply. I just read every angry text that flew in with a satisfied grin and then blocked

her when they stopped. I never fully found out how badly her life was affected by my revenge, but I do know that she dropped out of school and no longer has a job. I hope John was worth it. If my ex-girlfriend made false accusations like this against me, and I had proof that she was lying, I would go straight to the cops. Because if she could lie about me and Rue and my life, then she could lie about another guy and Rue and his life as well. I mean, I'm not blaming OP for taking the route that he took because he has a right

to process this however he wants. But if it were me, I would have gone full scorched earth. That was our Slashpower Venge, and if you liked this podcast, then be sure to follow me because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day. single day.