Breaking the Glass Ceiling (Literally): How Psychic Revenge Outshone Petty Payback
There’s petty, and then there’s poetic. Today’s story from the wilds of Reddit’s r/PettyRevenge is a case study in just how satisfying non-violent retribution can be—especially when you’re living in a war-torn country, sharing a house with a Swedish lout, and dealing with more drama than a Victorian novel. Forget ghosting your ex; this is how you haunt them for life.
Our protagonist, u/Fit-Camp-1630, brings us a tale that combines cross-cultural chaos, domestic betrayal, and—most importantly—the kind of psychic revenge that would make even the most devious villain slow clap. If you’ve ever dreamed of outwitting someone who truly deserved it, grab some popcorn.
Of Foot Lockers, Buttered Faces, and Gender Apartheid
Let’s set the scene: a third-world country, gender apartheid in full swing, and two foreigners—one with a taste for adventure (The Swedish Lout, or TSL), the other with the actual skills to survive and settle. TSL was great at passing through; our narrator was great at making a life.
What could go wrong? Well, everything.
From weirdly specific domestic routines to an obsession with personal foot lockers (because nothing says “trust” like separate locked boxes), the cohabitation was already teetering. But things took a turn for the grotesque when, after a breakfast spat, TSL decided to end the argument by smooshing a butter-and-jelly-laden piece of bread into our hero’s face. Classy.
It’s the kind of humiliation that lingers. As u/Left-Supermarket-851 put it, “I hope your heart and body are safe now friend, may nothing but luck and peace find you for the rest of your days.” There’s a real sense of community support here—the kind of empathy that knows just how violating and infuriating such moments can be.
Kicked Doors, Broken Glass, and the Breaking Point
If you thought the bread incident was the low point, buckle up. Not long after, a bathroom battle escalated from awkward to downright dangerous. With no running water and only buckets to bathe, timing was everything. When TSL decided to assert his dominance (again) by kicking in the bathroom door—showering our narrator with shards of frosted glass and sending her for stitches—revenge became more than just a passing thought.
“Good for you. Fuck that pos,” cheered u/Crotonbear18, capturing the collective fury. Others, like u/Zealousideal_Camp308, chimed in with sympathy: “I’m sorry you had to go thru that. I’m glad you got out though.”
And yet, revenge is a dish best served cold, and our protagonist was about to deliver a five-star meal.
The Psychic Coup: Outwitting the Lout
Physical payback wasn’t on the table—nor, frankly, would it have satisfied. Instead, our narrator turned to psychological warfare. The weapon? The very foot locker TSL had insisted on.
After discovering she was pregnant (in the most old-school, blood-test-at-the-doctor’s-office way possible), and subsequently ending the pregnancy for her own well-being, she left just enough evidence—a positive test result—in her unlocked foot locker. The bait was set.
It worked exactly as planned. TSL, snooping as predicted, found the paper and confronted her, exultant with plans to control her future. But the knockout blow came when she coolly replied, “Not anymore, thank god.” The look on his face, the doubling over in pain, the tears—this was the true victory.
As u/Fit-Camp-1630 herself relished, “His psychic pain was better than anything I could have retaliated with physically...so satisfying! And not having any permanent tie to him: priceless.” Cue the slow clap.
Community Takes: Fact or Fiction, and the Power of Purple Prose
Reddit, of course, had thoughts. Some questioned the veracity—“This sounds like some weird fanfiction or creative writing,” mused u/loveablepetcare. But the original poster was quick to clarify: “Is that a compliment on my writing style? Definitely all real. Wasn’t planned, just unfolded as narrated.”
Others admired the storytelling flair—particularly the Victorian flavor. “The 1800's called and they want their purple prose back,” joked u/Illustrious-Total489. “It’s true! I have been reading Middlemarch!” replied OP, embracing the melodrama. The language makes the pain vivid, the revenge legendary.
Practical questions surfaced, too: “How did you get an abortion in pushto country?” asked u/Kip_Schtum. The answer, as OP detailed, involved a network of female gynecologists and the not-so-small matter of “medically necessary” stitches courtesy of TSL. Sometimes, survival is about knowing who to trust.
Sometimes, the Best Revenge Leaves No Trace
What’s remarkable here isn’t just the creativity of the revenge, but how it left TSL with nothing to hold onto—no child, no leverage, not even the last word. As u/NewNameNeededAgain quipped, “Certainly never again!” And that’s the real win.
So, next time you’re wronged by someone who thinks they hold all the keys (or foot lockers), remember: the sharpest revenge doesn’t always draw blood. Sometimes, it just leaves an ex doubled over, clutching his stomach, wondering where it all went wrong.
Have you ever served up a dish of psychic revenge? Or do you have a petty revenge story that could rival this international drama? Share your tales—and your best purple prose—in the comments below!
Original Reddit Post: Psychic revenge for physical humiliation