June 20, 2025 • 14 mins
Will’s obsession with “true” stories he finds on Reddit has only gotten worse, so the PMW Theater Company is back with another dramatic retelling!
In the second installment of “It Came From Reddit,” Will, Danielle and Rider bring to life the story of an unfaithful wife, a man scorned and a mysterious bounce house.
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Speaker 1 (00:07):
Hello, dear listeners. Seat four c here formerly superfil Freedom
Welcome back to It came from Reddit, an auditory exploration
into my online obsession of very dramatic audio retellings of
stories found on Reddit. Are they true?
Speaker 2 (00:22):
Stories?
Speaker 1 (00:22):
Definitely true? But probably no, But no they're not. Do
I care? Absolutely? I don't in any way, shape or form.
I just love hearing wildly theatrical details of a relationship
gone wrong. And sorry if factuality is unable to shame me.
So now for Podme's World, myself and my two beloved
co hosts, we've recorded another one of my favorite finds,
(00:44):
all done in the style of the videos that now
take up thirty to forty percent of my free time.
Goodbye productivity forever, and so here's our second installment of it.
Came from Reddit a story wonderfully titled my girlfriend said
I need space, don't contact me. I responded, all right.
Then I posted the vacation pictures I found of her
(01:05):
with another man while tagging his wife. Suddenly my phone
was blowing up with their panic calls. I'm still reeling
from the sheer audacity. Ooh, these things are right to
the point, aren't they? Enjoy and especially enjoy as I
get into my h reddit voice. I'm thirty two male.
Let's call me Jonathan. I've always liked that name because
(01:28):
of Jonathan Davis from Corn and also you know Jonathan
from the Bible. It's actually been a full week since
I took action and everything exploded, But the whole saga
really began about three weeks ago. That's when my girlfriend,
Nicole twenty nine female, hit me with this bombshell via text.
Speaker 3 (01:45):
I need space.
Speaker 1 (01:46):
Of course. We've been together for three years, living in
my house, my name, my mortgage. For the last eighteen months.
Things have felt a bit distant, sure, but I thought
it was just work stress on her end. The text
came on a Saturday morning.
Speaker 3 (02:00):
Hey, things are feeling really overwhelming for me lately. I
think I just need some space to myself to breathe
and figure things out. Please don't contact me for a bit.
I'll reach out when I'm ready. I hope you understand.
Speaker 1 (02:14):
Space never a good sign, but I'm a rational guy.
I wrote back, all right, Nicole, I understand. Take the
time you need. Then radio silence. The week that followed
was a blur of confusion and hurt. I replayed everything
wondering what I missed. Fast forward another week, I was
mindlessly scrolling Facebook and a post from a mutual acquaintance
(02:35):
popped up a surprise romantic getaway album, And there's Nicole
looking far too happy and cozy with Brandon. Thirty five
mail a married colleague of hers, Champagne handholding on the beach,
matching hats with hers reading where I Go Trouble follows
in his just saying Trouble. It actually took me a
(02:56):
few days to figure out the hats, but all the
dates lined up perfectly with their need for space. My
stomach churned. Space was a cover for a secret trip
with a married man. She hadn't just lied, She orchestrated this,
expecting me to be none the wiser. The initial sting
of betrayal quickly morphed into a cold, calculated anger. She
wanted a consequence free fling, keeping me as her backup
(03:19):
plan in my own home. Brandon's wife, Rachel no idea
how old she was, was a lovely woman who deserved
to know about these spontaneous adventures. So Saturday morning I
got to work and I save the most damning photos.
The hotel room, the selfie, the beach, the hand holding
a candle at dinner shot where his arm was just
way too familiar. I crafted a new Facebook post, short,
(03:43):
sharp to the point, heard you needed space, Nicole, looks
like you found it. Hope it was worth it. And
then I tagged Rachel Hey, Brandon's wife, thought you might
want to see how your husband spends his business trips. Ooh,
truth hurts. I attached the photos, every single photo, and
the aftermath, like crazy Eetties' prices from the eighties, was insane.
(04:05):
My phone went into meltdown about thirty minutes after that
post went live.
Speaker 3 (04:09):
Why aren't you picking up?
Speaker 1 (04:10):
We need to talk.
Speaker 3 (04:12):
Let's meet at the Fudruckers where we spent our third anniversary.
I'll be there at three point thirty.
Speaker 1 (04:16):
Then I blocked her on all platforms phone, social media,
LinkedIn the landline I still had, for some reason, even
my car phone, which hadn't worked since nineteen ninety six.
And I was definitely not going to that fud Ruckers,
even though they have the world's greatest hamburger, which ranges
in price from nine dollars and nine cents for the
third pound version all the way up to fifteen eighty
(04:37):
nine for the one pound version. It's always served with lettuce,
tomato and onions on the side. Didn't matter anymore. I
wasn't going. But one thing I didn't have to wait
for was the chaos to erupt. First, Brandon called, in
pure panic, Jonathan, what the heck?
Speaker 2 (04:53):
Take that down? You have no idea what you're doing, Jonathan.
I'm I'm serious, Jonathan, this is my life, my marriage.
Nicole said you were basically over and that you wouldn't
care Jonathan.
Speaker 1 (05:06):
So Nicole was already spinning tales for her affair partner noted.
Then Nicole called again. I didn't answer. The terror in
her voice was a symphony. Jonathan, what did you do?
Speaker 3 (05:17):
Are you insane? You've ruined everything?
Speaker 1 (05:20):
Then another voicemail from Nicole.
Speaker 3 (05:22):
Brandon is freaking out. Delete that post right now and
tell everyone it was a joke.
Speaker 1 (05:26):
Be like just kidding.
Speaker 3 (05:28):
I was high on.
Speaker 1 (05:28):
Ketamine now with tears.
Speaker 3 (05:31):
Please, Jonathan, Please, my job, Brandon's job, his kids, my
Memphis Grizzly season tickets.
Speaker 1 (05:37):
You have to fix this.
Speaker 3 (05:38):
I'll do anything, anything.
Speaker 1 (05:40):
The description was palpable, but the entitlement was still audible.
The expectation that I'd just clean up her mess. Next up,
Nicole's best friend Samantha Oh is superficial.
Speaker 3 (05:52):
Jonathan, that was a really rotten thing to do.
Speaker 1 (05:55):
Nicole is a mess. People make mistakes.
Speaker 3 (05:57):
Taking it public and dragging Rachel into it was a
low blow.
Speaker 1 (06:01):
A mistake is forgetting milk of farting in church, smant
the planned vacation with a married man while lying to me,
that's betrayal. Then Nicole's older sister Pamela.
Speaker 3 (06:11):
I'm running out of voices. I cannot believe how cruel
you are. Nicole is heartbroken, Brandon's wife is going ballistic.
You're potentially destroying lives. Nicole told me you two were
having problems, and this is how you react. Text me
before you call back. I'm in a movie. Have you
seen many Despicable Me movies?
Speaker 1 (06:29):
They're confusing. Nicole just wasn't getting it. Plus all these
girls were starting to sound the same. She was having
an affair. My reaction was to not be a doormat. Yeah,
I tagged Rachel, but she deserved the truth, and she
eventually sent me a brief DM.
Speaker 3 (06:43):
Oh, come on, thank you. I don't know all the
details from your side, but the pictures speak for themselves.
I appreciate you letting me know.
Speaker 1 (06:52):
I replied, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Rachel,
you deserve better. The Facebook post went viral locally. We're
in a small town. Nicole and Brandon were getting roasted,
and Nicole still technically had all of her stuff in
my house. She's been trying to reach me from burner numbers,
alternating between begging and vague threats. Lady, you detonated your
(07:13):
own life. Then five or so days after the post,
my doorbell camera dings. It's Nicole looking like she's been
through the ringer. Then the banging starts.
Speaker 3 (07:24):
Open up, Jonathan, I'm here for my things, and you
better not be playing my corn CDs. I know you're
in there.
Speaker 1 (07:31):
I definitely had been playing her corn CDs. After more
yelling and some tears, her phone comes out and a
car pulls up. Her sister Pamela, and their mother, Caroline
sixty female have arrived. I had to see this, so
I opened the door immediately.
Speaker 3 (07:47):
Writer, you have to do one of these.
Speaker 2 (07:49):
Okay, you can't lock her out. She has belongings in there.
We're gonna call the police if you don't let her in.
This is harassment.
Speaker 1 (07:58):
Ooh, that wasn't a good woman's voice. Police for changing
the locks on my own house after my now ex
girlfriend cheated be my guest. I slammed the door in
their faces. They banged and yelled for another ten minutes.
Nicole wailing dramatically was quite the show for the cul
de sac, especially for Cornelius, our neighbor with the bounce
(08:18):
house and no kids. Eventually they retreated, but soon after
their smear campaign kicked in a high gear, mutual acquaintances
started contacting me with sob stories fed to them by
Nicole's camp.
Speaker 2 (08:31):
Hey, dude, it's Cornelius. Listen. Nicole called me today and
said that you were controlling and you punished her for
wanting independence. Anyway, if you want to come over and
get your bounce house on, I'll be home till sex Man.
Speaker 1 (08:46):
That guy gives me the creeps. I'd let them talk,
giving only a few key people the truth with a
link to my original post. Then came the nasty stuff. First,
a cough my boss.
Speaker 2 (08:57):
Hey Jonathan an anonymous already emailed HR today claiming that
you were unstable, prone to violent outbursts, and created a
hostile work environment by publicly harassing Brandon in sales. They
even implied that you might be misusing sensitive company data.
Speaker 1 (09:16):
Thankfully, my boss knows me, but I.
Speaker 2 (09:19):
Know you nothing to worry about. Hey, let me know
if you're going to hit up Cornelia as he bounce house.
Speaker 1 (09:24):
Later, Peace still never figured out how he met that guy.
Then someone reported my car abandoned in front of my
(09:46):
own home. I cleared it up with a quick phone call,
but still very tom petty. And then Nicole demanded a
share of the house. She even paid a lawyer to
call and say she invested emotionally and did household upkeep,
so she part owner. Umm. I remember one time she
bought some bread for sandwiches. I paid the mortgage and
(10:06):
all the bills, but still the lawyer suggested she was
owed fifty thousand dollars for pain and suffering and loss
of residence. I laughed a and I save the voicemail.
Their entitlement and dirty tricks were beyond belief. It was
time for a more robust response. Step one. My lawyer
sent a CD, which I thought was music, turned out
(10:27):
to be a cease and desist to her entire family.
It detailed their harassment, defamation, and won them. Any further
contact or attempts to damage my reputation would result in
immediate legal action. We attached all their texts and voicemails
and to me Nice, we said she can provide a
list of her personal belonging she left behind and a
third party, not family, can collect them from the curb
(10:48):
at an appointed time. They'll be in garbage bags and
anything not claimed within seven days will be disposed of.
The outrage from Carolyn was apparently epic.
Speaker 3 (10:58):
You can't do that garb bags?
Speaker 1 (11:00):
What if you break her things? Step three the knockout punch.
Rachel filed for divorce, naming Nicole in the act of adultery.
Boom of the record. I offered Rachel all my evidence
for the case when Brandon claimed he was the victim,
but that was never needed. Brandon's reportedly sleeping on his
brother's couch and his career was torched. The conservative company
(11:21):
he worked for was not amused by the scandal, and
Rachel still the nahwoch Is is taking him to the cleaners.
Nicole is locally unemployable because of my post, and thanks
to my cease and desist letters, they stopped with the
demands they wanted war, they got a precision strike, and then,
after a few months of sweet, sweet silence, Nicole eventually
(11:43):
sent that list of her belongings to a lawyer. It
was ridiculously long, including things I'd bought for the house
years before her.
Speaker 3 (11:51):
I would like to get back my jewelry box, the
china we got from Uncle Steedman, the die cast me
outa in our bathroom, and the ouf box set, or
at least just the first.
Speaker 1 (12:00):
I boxed it all, even though she didn't ask for them.
I included every self help book she had the irony.
It was delicious. I left the bag out on the
curb and watched her pick them up from my window.
She looked like Nick Nolty's mug shot. Meanwhile, Rachel's divorce
from Brandon was proceeding. Apparently my evidence was helpful in
her securing a favorable settlement, which doesn't make any sense
(12:23):
when just a few paragraphs back I said it wasn't necessary.
Brandon is financially wrecked, reputationally ruined. Last I heard, he
fled the state to live with his parents and was
dressing up as Steve Bouscemi for kids parties, which can't
be a profitable career and Nicole, Oh Sweet Nicole. Consequences
hit her hard, jobless, disgraced, living with mommy. Her attempts
(12:47):
to play the victim blew up once the affairs details
in Rachel's divorce filings went online. She deleted most of
her social media. Her friends bailed when she became a broke,
unemployed pariah. A mutual acquaintance with a bounce House. Nicole
complained that I should have warned her about the severity
of the consequences. What the sheer unadulterated audacity, as if
(13:09):
her actions were fine and only my reaction was the issue.
Some people are incapable of self reflection. My life is
now peaceful. The house feels like mine again. I've been redecorating,
purging her lingering influence. It feels good. The true revenge
wasn't just the Facebook post. It was every methodical step.
(13:30):
I didn't set out to destroy lives. I protected my
peace and exposed the betrayal they found out. I'm a strategist.
I sleep very well at night. Good riddance to Nicole
Brandon and all their enablers. They got everything they truly deserved,
and so did I. Now, if you'll excuse me, Cornelius
is throwing a party in that bounce house won't bounce itself. Wow.
Hello, dear listeners. Seat four c here formerly superfil Freedom
Welcome back to It came from Reddit, an auditory exploration
into my online obsession of very dramatic audio retellings of
stories found on Reddit. Are they true?
Speaker 2 (00:22):
Stories?
Speaker 1 (00:22):
Definitely true? But probably no, But no they're not. Do
I care? Absolutely? I don't in any way, shape or form.
I just love hearing wildly theatrical details of a relationship
gone wrong. And sorry if factuality is unable to shame me.
So now for Podme's World, myself and my two beloved
co hosts, we've recorded another one of my favorite finds,
(00:44):
all done in the style of the videos that now
take up thirty to forty percent of my free time.
Goodbye productivity forever, and so here's our second installment of it.
Came from Reddit a story wonderfully titled my girlfriend said
I need space, don't contact me. I responded, all right.
Then I posted the vacation pictures I found of her
(01:05):
with another man while tagging his wife. Suddenly my phone
was blowing up with their panic calls. I'm still reeling
from the sheer audacity. Ooh, these things are right to
the point, aren't they? Enjoy and especially enjoy as I
get into my h reddit voice. I'm thirty two male.
Let's call me Jonathan. I've always liked that name because
(01:28):
of Jonathan Davis from Corn and also you know Jonathan
from the Bible. It's actually been a full week since
I took action and everything exploded, But the whole saga
really began about three weeks ago. That's when my girlfriend,
Nicole twenty nine female, hit me with this bombshell via text.
Speaker 3 (01:45):
I need space.
Speaker 1 (01:46):
Of course. We've been together for three years, living in
my house, my name, my mortgage. For the last eighteen months.
Things have felt a bit distant, sure, but I thought
it was just work stress on her end. The text
came on a Saturday morning.
Speaker 3 (02:00):
Hey, things are feeling really overwhelming for me lately. I
think I just need some space to myself to breathe
and figure things out. Please don't contact me for a bit.
I'll reach out when I'm ready. I hope you understand.
Speaker 1 (02:14):
Space never a good sign, but I'm a rational guy.
I wrote back, all right, Nicole, I understand. Take the
time you need. Then radio silence. The week that followed
was a blur of confusion and hurt. I replayed everything
wondering what I missed. Fast forward another week, I was
mindlessly scrolling Facebook and a post from a mutual acquaintance
(02:35):
popped up a surprise romantic getaway album, And there's Nicole
looking far too happy and cozy with Brandon. Thirty five
mail a married colleague of hers, Champagne handholding on the beach,
matching hats with hers reading where I Go Trouble follows
in his just saying Trouble. It actually took me a
(02:56):
few days to figure out the hats, but all the
dates lined up perfectly with their need for space. My
stomach churned. Space was a cover for a secret trip
with a married man. She hadn't just lied, She orchestrated this,
expecting me to be none the wiser. The initial sting
of betrayal quickly morphed into a cold, calculated anger. She
wanted a consequence free fling, keeping me as her backup
(03:19):
plan in my own home. Brandon's wife, Rachel no idea
how old she was, was a lovely woman who deserved
to know about these spontaneous adventures. So Saturday morning I
got to work and I save the most damning photos.
The hotel room, the selfie, the beach, the hand holding
a candle at dinner shot where his arm was just
way too familiar. I crafted a new Facebook post, short,
(03:43):
sharp to the point, heard you needed space, Nicole, looks
like you found it. Hope it was worth it. And
then I tagged Rachel Hey, Brandon's wife, thought you might
want to see how your husband spends his business trips. Ooh,
truth hurts. I attached the photos, every single photo, and
the aftermath, like crazy Eetties' prices from the eighties, was insane.
(04:05):
My phone went into meltdown about thirty minutes after that
post went live.
Speaker 3 (04:09):
Why aren't you picking up?
Speaker 1 (04:10):
We need to talk.
Speaker 3 (04:12):
Let's meet at the Fudruckers where we spent our third anniversary.
I'll be there at three point thirty.
Speaker 1 (04:16):
Then I blocked her on all platforms phone, social media,
LinkedIn the landline I still had, for some reason, even
my car phone, which hadn't worked since nineteen ninety six.
And I was definitely not going to that fud Ruckers,
even though they have the world's greatest hamburger, which ranges
in price from nine dollars and nine cents for the
third pound version all the way up to fifteen eighty
(04:37):
nine for the one pound version. It's always served with lettuce,
tomato and onions on the side. Didn't matter anymore. I
wasn't going. But one thing I didn't have to wait
for was the chaos to erupt. First, Brandon called, in
pure panic, Jonathan, what the heck?
Speaker 2 (04:53):
Take that down? You have no idea what you're doing, Jonathan.
I'm I'm serious, Jonathan, this is my life, my marriage.
Nicole said you were basically over and that you wouldn't
care Jonathan.
Speaker 1 (05:06):
So Nicole was already spinning tales for her affair partner noted.
Then Nicole called again. I didn't answer. The terror in
her voice was a symphony. Jonathan, what did you do?
Speaker 3 (05:17):
Are you insane? You've ruined everything?
Speaker 1 (05:20):
Then another voicemail from Nicole.
Speaker 3 (05:22):
Brandon is freaking out. Delete that post right now and
tell everyone it was a joke.
Speaker 1 (05:26):
Be like just kidding.
Speaker 3 (05:28):
I was high on.
Speaker 1 (05:28):
Ketamine now with tears.
Speaker 3 (05:31):
Please, Jonathan, Please, my job, Brandon's job, his kids, my
Memphis Grizzly season tickets.
Speaker 1 (05:37):
You have to fix this.
Speaker 3 (05:38):
I'll do anything, anything.
Speaker 1 (05:40):
The description was palpable, but the entitlement was still audible.
The expectation that I'd just clean up her mess. Next up,
Nicole's best friend Samantha Oh is superficial.
Speaker 3 (05:52):
Jonathan, that was a really rotten thing to do.
Speaker 1 (05:55):
Nicole is a mess. People make mistakes.
Speaker 3 (05:57):
Taking it public and dragging Rachel into it was a
low blow.
Speaker 1 (06:01):
A mistake is forgetting milk of farting in church, smant
the planned vacation with a married man while lying to me,
that's betrayal. Then Nicole's older sister Pamela.
Speaker 3 (06:11):
I'm running out of voices. I cannot believe how cruel
you are. Nicole is heartbroken, Brandon's wife is going ballistic.
You're potentially destroying lives. Nicole told me you two were
having problems, and this is how you react. Text me
before you call back. I'm in a movie. Have you
seen many Despicable Me movies?
Speaker 1 (06:29):
They're confusing. Nicole just wasn't getting it. Plus all these
girls were starting to sound the same. She was having
an affair. My reaction was to not be a doormat. Yeah,
I tagged Rachel, but she deserved the truth, and she
eventually sent me a brief DM.
Speaker 3 (06:43):
Oh, come on, thank you. I don't know all the
details from your side, but the pictures speak for themselves.
I appreciate you letting me know.
Speaker 1 (06:52):
I replied, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Rachel,
you deserve better. The Facebook post went viral locally. We're
in a small town. Nicole and Brandon were getting roasted,
and Nicole still technically had all of her stuff in
my house. She's been trying to reach me from burner numbers,
alternating between begging and vague threats. Lady, you detonated your
(07:13):
own life. Then five or so days after the post,
my doorbell camera dings. It's Nicole looking like she's been
through the ringer. Then the banging starts.
Speaker 3 (07:24):
Open up, Jonathan, I'm here for my things, and you
better not be playing my corn CDs. I know you're
in there.
Speaker 1 (07:31):
I definitely had been playing her corn CDs. After more
yelling and some tears, her phone comes out and a
car pulls up. Her sister Pamela, and their mother, Caroline
sixty female have arrived. I had to see this, so
I opened the door immediately.
Speaker 3 (07:47):
Writer, you have to do one of these.
Speaker 2 (07:49):
Okay, you can't lock her out. She has belongings in there.
We're gonna call the police if you don't let her in.
This is harassment.
Speaker 1 (07:58):
Ooh, that wasn't a good woman's voice. Police for changing
the locks on my own house after my now ex
girlfriend cheated be my guest. I slammed the door in
their faces. They banged and yelled for another ten minutes.
Nicole wailing dramatically was quite the show for the cul
de sac, especially for Cornelius, our neighbor with the bounce
(08:18):
house and no kids. Eventually they retreated, but soon after
their smear campaign kicked in a high gear, mutual acquaintances
started contacting me with sob stories fed to them by
Nicole's camp.
Speaker 2 (08:31):
Hey, dude, it's Cornelius. Listen. Nicole called me today and
said that you were controlling and you punished her for
wanting independence. Anyway, if you want to come over and
get your bounce house on, I'll be home till sex Man.
Speaker 1 (08:46):
That guy gives me the creeps. I'd let them talk,
giving only a few key people the truth with a
link to my original post. Then came the nasty stuff. First,
a cough my boss.
Speaker 2 (08:57):
Hey Jonathan an anonymous already emailed HR today claiming that
you were unstable, prone to violent outbursts, and created a
hostile work environment by publicly harassing Brandon in sales. They
even implied that you might be misusing sensitive company data.
Speaker 1 (09:16):
Thankfully, my boss knows me, but I.
Speaker 2 (09:19):
Know you nothing to worry about. Hey, let me know
if you're going to hit up Cornelia as he bounce house.
Speaker 1 (09:24):
Later, Peace still never figured out how he met that guy.
Then someone reported my car abandoned in front of my
(09:46):
own home. I cleared it up with a quick phone call,
but still very tom petty. And then Nicole demanded a
share of the house. She even paid a lawyer to
call and say she invested emotionally and did household upkeep,
so she part owner. Umm. I remember one time she
bought some bread for sandwiches. I paid the mortgage and
(10:06):
all the bills, but still the lawyer suggested she was
owed fifty thousand dollars for pain and suffering and loss
of residence. I laughed a and I save the voicemail.
Their entitlement and dirty tricks were beyond belief. It was
time for a more robust response. Step one. My lawyer
sent a CD, which I thought was music, turned out
(10:27):
to be a cease and desist to her entire family.
It detailed their harassment, defamation, and won them. Any further
contact or attempts to damage my reputation would result in
immediate legal action. We attached all their texts and voicemails
and to me Nice, we said she can provide a
list of her personal belonging she left behind and a
third party, not family, can collect them from the curb
(10:48):
at an appointed time. They'll be in garbage bags and
anything not claimed within seven days will be disposed of.
The outrage from Carolyn was apparently epic.
Speaker 3 (10:58):
You can't do that garb bags?
Speaker 1 (11:00):
What if you break her things? Step three the knockout punch.
Rachel filed for divorce, naming Nicole in the act of adultery.
Boom of the record. I offered Rachel all my evidence
for the case when Brandon claimed he was the victim,
but that was never needed. Brandon's reportedly sleeping on his
brother's couch and his career was torched. The conservative company
(11:21):
he worked for was not amused by the scandal, and
Rachel still the nahwoch Is is taking him to the cleaners.
Nicole is locally unemployable because of my post, and thanks
to my cease and desist letters, they stopped with the
demands they wanted war, they got a precision strike, and then,
after a few months of sweet, sweet silence, Nicole eventually
(11:43):
sent that list of her belongings to a lawyer. It
was ridiculously long, including things I'd bought for the house
years before her.
Speaker 3 (11:51):
I would like to get back my jewelry box, the
china we got from Uncle Steedman, the die cast me
outa in our bathroom, and the ouf box set, or
at least just the first.
Speaker 1 (12:00):
I boxed it all, even though she didn't ask for them.
I included every self help book she had the irony.
It was delicious. I left the bag out on the
curb and watched her pick them up from my window.
She looked like Nick Nolty's mug shot. Meanwhile, Rachel's divorce
from Brandon was proceeding. Apparently my evidence was helpful in
her securing a favorable settlement, which doesn't make any sense
(12:23):
when just a few paragraphs back I said it wasn't necessary.
Brandon is financially wrecked, reputationally ruined. Last I heard, he
fled the state to live with his parents and was
dressing up as Steve Bouscemi for kids parties, which can't
be a profitable career and Nicole, Oh Sweet Nicole. Consequences
hit her hard, jobless, disgraced, living with mommy. Her attempts
(12:47):
to play the victim blew up once the affairs details
in Rachel's divorce filings went online. She deleted most of
her social media. Her friends bailed when she became a broke,
unemployed pariah. A mutual acquaintance with a bounce House. Nicole
complained that I should have warned her about the severity
of the consequences. What the sheer unadulterated audacity, as if
(13:09):
her actions were fine and only my reaction was the issue.
Some people are incapable of self reflection. My life is
now peaceful. The house feels like mine again. I've been redecorating,
purging her lingering influence. It feels good. The true revenge
wasn't just the Facebook post. It was every methodical step.
(13:30):
I didn't set out to destroy lives. I protected my
peace and exposed the betrayal they found out. I'm a strategist.
I sleep very well at night. Good riddance to Nicole
Brandon and all their enablers. They got everything they truly deserved,
and so did I. Now, if you'll excuse me, Cornelius
is throwing a party in that bounce house won't bounce itself. Wow.
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