Alright, babes. Here’s a partial update a few asked for x but ho we ain’t done yet x
If you haven’t read the original here is on my profile x go read it first
Let’s get something clear off the bat:
Yes, I’m a red flag.
A walking, talking, emotionally unwell, sleep-deprived red flag.
I have attachment issues, I self-sabotage, and I make questionable decisions when I’m bored.
Which is exactly why we’re here.
Also, secondly. Honestly, I really do feel bad for her. She’s not the villain here, she’s just someone who trusted the wrong man. From everything I’ve seen, she seems like a genuinely kind, stable person who loves him deeply, and the last thing I want is to cause her more pain. She doesn’t deserve this mess, and I’m not doing any of this to hurt her. I’m doing it because he made the choice to lie to both of us.
K cool. Now that’s out of the way…
Remember the ugly-ass TV cabinet that the crusty ass mans girlfriend was selling from option 1?
I was this close to buying it. Would it have been the best $70 I’ve ever spent just so I could watch the color drain from mans face as he helps me carry it to my car? Abso-FUCKING-lutely.
My friend had no luck in making the purchase because she didn’t message directly through market place and I’m assuming her messages went to the requests folder. But guess who she responded to?
Yes, my fake 53-year-old Facebook mum. The Legend herself. (Also if there is anyone that wants to be friends with her on facebook in Oceania, please reach out she kinda looks fake without friends). She’s polite, she shares lolly cake recipes, will like your photos and comment on them like a proud aunt x and she gets replies from crusty ass mans girlfriends.
And now? I have the address. I debated litterally all day weather I should message our friend and say “my neice is coming to pick it up because I have back issues” and show up and act as if nothing happend and make him squirm. But based on past trends, I cancelled last minute. I know, I’m one of those Marketplace nightmares now. I’m sorry. But I wanna watch this play out a little bit longer
I googled it.
The house? Cute. Honestly, nicer without the decor.
The bathroom?
It’s THE bathroom.
The same one he’s been sending nudes from.
The grout. The mirror. The towel hook. I know it like I know my own trauma.
Remember how i found her work email in option 2 I think it was? Obviously means I found where she works.And guess what?
They were hiring.
So I applied.
Not because I want the job. No, no. I applied to psychologically torment a man.
Then I withdrew. Because that poor woman? Queen. Victim. Doesn’t deserve workplace chaos.
Me? Unwell. Bored. Dangerous.
But before I withdrew?
I told him. “Oh, I’ve applied for this new job. Think I’ve got a real shot, I’m basically overqualified.”
Dropped the company name like a hand grenade.
Now he’s internally spiraling.
Imagining me in the office. In the lift. At the fkn staff barbecue.
He will never know peace again.
He’s calculating how to keep two realities from colliding.
He’s thinking: “She can’t ever mention me. She can’t ever bring me up. They cannot ever meet.”
The man is sweating in a house he doesn’t own, wiping his brow with a towel she paid for.
So now I’ve again got options. Ive thought long and hard about them and I need your help. Of course if there are any additional options I haven’t thought of please feel free to drop them below, however pls refrain from using the boring ones.. “move on and leave him alone” is kinda boring sorry x
Option 1: Slow Burn Insanity
Start sending him little treats in the mail.
A screenshot. A nude (one HE sent). A
Every week. Just enough to make him sweat.
Let him spiral in silence.
I don’t like this idea so much because I feel like it’s potentially a little bit illegal and also because he will block me straight away and as I said i wanna see how this plays out x
Option 2: Full Truth Bomb to homegirl herself x
Every message. Every photo. Every lie.
Addressed to her.
Delivered to HER home.
No context, just the truth.
Also seems kinda boring but will feel make me feel powerful hehe. And her ig is public so at least I will kinda see what happens if all the photos get deleted and the Facebook relationship status changes to “it’s complicated”- I haven’t seen anyone use this in years btw because it’s not 2010 anymore
Option 3: The Double Impact
Two envelopes.
One for her. One for him.
Everyone finds out at the same time.
Merry Christmas.
(Low key love this, but like what if he gets his first, opens it and is like “damn, let’s hide that like i hide everything else in my life”)
Option 4: The Burner Phone
Send a semi vague, hand-written letter:
“He’s cheating on you. If you want to know more, text me.” keep it all very vague and anonymous.
Include the number to a burner phone.
Let her choose how far she wants to go.
No pressure. Just a breadcrumb. Whilst remaining anonymous to her, and remaining civil (in a non sex way) to him and watching his life slowly crumble down.
This one’s lowkey my fave, not gonna lie.
Option 5: Long Game: Girls New Bestie
I befriend her. I find a way to gently slide into her orbit—maybe join a local Facebook group she’s active in. Maybe I “accidentally” comment on the same post about some potential shared interest and a friendship blossoms x
Slowly, we connect.
We bond over shared interests. We laugh. We cry. She has no idea I know about the way her bathroom looks.
I become her confidante. Her rock. Her girly x And then one day… She introduces me to her partner of two years
And then I quote my “how could you” speech that I’ve been planning in the back of my head for the last 48 hours.
They break up. We go out. We slay.
She gets hot again.
She meets a lovely young man with emotional maturity and no Secure Folder on his phone.
And me?
I sit back and watch the whole thing unfold with a smirk and have a new best friend x
Home girl thrives.
Crusty ass man withers.
I am entertained.
I don’t know if I want closure, or I just want to watch his mental health deteriorate.
But I do know I’m bored, unmedicated, and armed with a printer.
So let’s go.
Homegirl deserves the truth.
I deserve revenge.
And crusty ass man?
He deserves a panic attack.
Help me pick what my next move is fam x
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Backup of the post’s body: Alright, babes. Here’s a partial update a few asked for x but ho we ain’t done yet x
If you haven’t read the original here is on my profile x go read it first
Let’s get something clear off the bat:
Yes, I’m a red flag.
A walking, talking, emotionally unwell, sleep-deprived red flag.
I have attachment issues, I self-sabotage, and I make questionable decisions when I’m bored.
Which is exactly why we’re here.
Also, secondly. Honestly, I really do feel bad for her. She’s not the villain here, she’s just someone who trusted the wrong man. From everything I’ve seen, she seems like a genuinely kind, stable person who loves him deeply, and the last thing I want is to cause her more pain. She doesn’t deserve this mess, and I’m not doing any of this to hurt her. I’m doing it because he made the choice to lie to both of us.
K cool. Now that’s out of the way…
Remember the ugly-ass TV cabinet that the crusty ass mans girlfriend was selling from option 1?
I was this close to buying it. Would it have been the best $70 I’ve ever spent just so I could watch the color drain from mans face as he helps me carry it to my car? Abso-FUCKING-lutely.
My friend had no luck in making the purchase because she didn’t message directly through market place and I’m assuming her messages went to the requests folder. But guess who she responded to?
Yes, my fake 53-year-old Facebook mum. The Legend herself. (Also if there is anyone that wants to be friends with her on facebook in Oceania, please reach out she kinda looks fake without friends). She’s polite, she shares lolly cake recipes, will like your photos and comment on them like a proud aunt x and she gets replies from crusty ass mans girlfriends.
And now? I have the address. I debated litterally all day weather I should message our friend and say “my neice is coming to pick it up because I have back issues” and show up and act as if nothing happend and make him squirm. But based on past trends, I cancelled last minute. I know, I’m one of those Marketplace nightmares now. I’m sorry. But I wanna watch this play out a little bit longer
I googled it.
The house? Cute. Honestly, nicer without the decor.
The bathroom?
It’s THE bathroom.
The same one he’s been sending nudes from.
The grout. The mirror. The towel hook. I know it like I know my own trauma.
Remember how i found her work email in option 2 I think it was? Obviously means I found where she works.And guess what?
They were hiring.
So I applied.
Not because I want the job. No, no. I applied to psychologically torment a man.
Then I withdrew. Because that poor woman? Queen. Victim. Doesn’t deserve workplace chaos.
Me? Unwell. Bored. Dangerous.
But before I withdrew?
I told him. “Oh, I’ve applied for this new job. Think I’ve got a real shot, I’m basically overqualified.”
Dropped the company name like a hand grenade.
Now he’s internally spiraling.
Imagining me in the office. In the lift. At the fkn staff barbecue.
He will never know peace again.
He’s calculating how to keep two realities from colliding.
He’s thinking: “She can’t ever mention me. She can’t ever bring me up. They cannot ever meet.”
The man is sweating in a house he doesn’t own, wiping his brow with a towel she paid for.
So now I’ve again got options. Ive thought long and hard about them and I need your help. Of course if there are any additional options I haven’t thought of please feel free to drop them below, however pls refrain from using the boring ones.. “move on and leave him alone” is kinda boring sorry x
Option 1: Slow Burn Insanity
Start sending him little treats in the mail.
A screenshot. A nude (one HE sent). A
Every week. Just enough to make him sweat.
Let him spiral in silence.
I don’t like this idea so much because I feel like it’s potentially a little bit illegal and also because he will block me straight away and as I said i wanna see how this plays out x
Option 2: Full Truth Bomb to homegirl herself x
Every message. Every photo. Every lie.
Addressed to her.
Delivered to HER home.
No context, just the truth.
Also seems kinda boring but will feel make me feel powerful hehe. And her ig is public so at least I will kinda see what happens if all the photos get deleted and the Facebook relationship status changes to “it’s complicated”- I haven’t seen anyone use this in years btw because it’s not 2010 anymore
Option 3: The Double Impact
Two envelopes.
One for her. One for him.
Everyone finds out at the same time.
Merry Christmas.
(Low key love this, but like what if he gets his first, opens it and is like “damn, let’s hide that like i hide everything else in my life”)
Option 4: The Burner Phone
Send a semi vague, hand-written letter:
“He’s cheating on you. If you want to know more, text me.” keep it all very vague and anonymous.
Include the number to a burner phone.
Let her choose how far she wants to go.
No pressure. Just a breadcrumb. Whilst remaining anonymous to her, and remaining civil (in a non sex way) to him and watching his life slowly crumble down.
This one’s lowkey my fave, not gonna lie.
Option 5: Long Game: Girls New Bestie
I befriend her. I find a way to gently slide into her orbit—maybe join a local Facebook group she’s active in. Maybe I “accidentally” comment on the same post about some potential shared interest and a friendship blossoms x
Slowly, we connect.
We bond over shared interests. We laugh. We cry. She has no idea I know about the way her bathroom looks.
I become her confidante. Her rock. Her girly x And then one day… She introduces me to her partner of two years
And then I quote my “how could you” speech that I’ve been planning in the back of my head for the last 48 hours.
They break up. We go out. We slay.
She gets hot again.
She meets a lovely young man with emotional maturity and no Secure Folder on his phone.
And me?
I sit back and watch the whole thing unfold with a smirk and have a new best friend x
Home girl thrives.
Crusty ass man withers.
I am entertained.
I don’t know if I want closure, or I just want to watch his mental health deteriorate.
But I do know I’m bored, unmedicated, and armed with a printer.
So let’s go.
Homegirl deserves the truth.
I deserve revenge.
And crusty ass man?
He deserves a panic attack.
Help me pick what my next move is fam x
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