“Yes, and after years of therapy and hard work, not only did I overcome those challenges, but I also built a successful business.”
Karen, now completely deflated, couldn’t meet my gaze. Her date drank his whiskey when it arrived, and she held onto her phone, although she wasn’t using it.
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“Can I take your order?” I asked again.
Karen shook her head. And then got up from her chair, ready to escort her own shame out the door.
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Later that night, as I sat in my bed, looking through old photos on my phone gallery—I realized that I had finally healed the teenager in me. The teenager who needed to be reminded that she could fight and find success and joy for herself.
It had taken about 20 years, but I finally felt free. I finally felt like I had unleashed all the trauma from high school.
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What would you have done?
My MIL Told My Daughter the Birthday Cake She Baked Was Disgusting – So I Made Her Seriously Regret Her Words
When my daughter Emma’s heartfelt birthday cake for her step-grandmother was cruelly rejected by Barbara, I decided enough was enough. Barbara had always been cold towards Emma, making her feel unwelcome in our blended family. Determined to defend Emma, I orchestrated a series of retaliations that made Barbara regret her hurtful words.
Emma, eager to win Barbara over, baked a beautiful cake for her birthday. But Barbara’s reaction was devastating—she called it “disgusting” and shattered Emma’s hopes. John, my husband and Emma’s father, tried to calm things, but Barbara remained unapologetic. Emma was left in tears, asking why Barbara didn’t like her.
That night, seething with anger, I plotted my revenge. Knowing Barbara cherished her garden, I spread manure in her prized flower beds. Barbara’s fury was palpable when she discovered the mess the next morning. I feigned innocence, enjoying the sweet taste of payback.
But I wasn’t finished. Before Barbara’s important dinner party, I swapped the sugar in her pantry with salt. The disastrous dessert that followed left Barbara embarrassed in front of her guests. Seeing her humiliated was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough to make up for her cruelty towards Emma.
Barbara’s habit of gossiping about Emma pushed me further. I anonymously reported her derogatory remarks to the community center where she volunteered, resulting in Barbara being asked to step down. She was livid, but she had no idea I was behind it.
For the final act of my revenge, I organized a family gathering where Emma baked another cake. This time, John and his father stood by Emma’s side. When Barbara tried to say something snarky, John firmly shut her down, declaring Emma’s place in our family.
Barbara was left speechless, realizing she had lost the support of her family. Emma felt loved and accepted, finally getting the celebration she deserved. It was a sweet victory, and Barbara knew she had been outplayed.
In the end, Barbara learned a valuable lesson about kindness and acceptance, while Emma learned that her family would always stand up for her.
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