In a perfect world, everyone would be close to their family and each person would be properly loved.

For some people, however, family is more of a source of pain than of comfort.

That was the case for this young man, and while it took a long time, he got his revenge on his mom, who he blamed for all the pain and suffering.

Read on for all the sad details.

13 years of revenge in the making…

Long Backstory:

My mom is the highest level of a failed parent.

When I was 2, my baby brother, Mark, was born, as a typical 2 year old, I didn’t like that and proceeded to act out in regards to it.

That is good, it certainly isn’t the baby’s fault.

As time went on though, I learned from my Grandfather and Grandmother that treating someone like that wasn’t a good idea and then turned my act around to love and care for him, and help out where I could.

However, this didn’t change much, my mother basically threw me away to be raised by my grandparents because I was, “A demonic hell spawn” of a child.

In her mind, her new child was latest greatest, and I was just old news.

Let’s time skip, my mother has now had her 4 kids, Mark and I with my dad, and Sam and Alicia with my step-father.

I’m about 13, Mark 11, Alicia is about 1 1/2, and Sam is was just born.

That is awful.

Mom and Dad are divorced, mom married Step-Dad and I am at the rebellious age now where things don’t make sense to me.

I feel like I know everything, so my Step-Dad’s idea is to beat it out of me.

Every time I showed any sense of individuality or questioning something, I got beat for it.

Sometimes right in front of my mother, and she didn’t care a bit.

This is where the trigger for me wanting my revenge started, but being 13 and sadly, a little on the mentally damaged side from all of the beatings, and having a book case (full of books) land on me, at around 11, I had no concept of what sort of revenge would come from my mind at the time, so I decided that waiting would be best.

Mom’s Mistake 1 has been made.

On top of that, my mother and Step-Dad refused to do any house work.

Instead waiting for the weekend when Grandma and Grandpa would leave to visit Grandma’s mother, and put us to work cleaning the house and doing stuff adults should be doing.

Now, I get the concept of ‘chores’.

That is a bit excessive.

Chores are fine, it’s when you make your child climb ladders and get on the roof at the age of 11 to clean out gutters, or climb trees to snip branches and such that it gets a bit too dangerous.

This happened since I was about 10.

Yes, I know, things are a little out of order, I’ll keep on track.

Time skip to when I’m 14, my mother told me and Mark to watch Alicia, she was 2 by this time.

Step-Dad wanted to play video games, and when we weren’t being ‘bad’ in his eyes, he’d let us watch, but we were never allowed to play without him there watching us.

I pop up while I’m sitting there and ask, “Where is Alicia..?” Full blown panic mode, go.

Wait, why is her dad even there? I thought they were divorced.

Mark and I just up and go scouring through the house, Step-Dad goes to check my mom’s room where she’s sleeping with Sam who she was up with all night, my Dad was in the kitchen making himself something to eat while he was visiting then freaked out and burnt his hand on the stove top when everyone started freaking out, then started searching.

Mark and I ran out back and looked around, saw nothing, didn’t even THINK to check the pool, so we ran back inside and rummaged through the garage.

Absolutely heartbreaking.

Next thing we hear my mother screaming at the top of her lungs and we rush outside to find Alicia on the deck not breathing and my mother and step-dad trying to perform CPR on her.

My father drags Mark and I away to go inside and the Ambulance is called.

Needless to say, Alicia did not survive and they pulled the plug on her that night.

Mom’s Mistake 2 has been made.

Mark and I were devastated, being the teenager I was, and the pre-teen he was, we immediately blamed ourselves and our grandparents assured us that it wasn’t our fault or responsibility, and that we need to know this isn’t on us.

A week later Child Protective Services got word and came, and my father in his infinite wisdom initiate a Custody Battle with my mother after this, claiming she wasn’t capable of caring for her children, and won, temporarily.

Needless to say, our grandparents believed we belongs with our mother, and fought back, my mom ultimately won us back.

Time skip! I’m 18 now! I’m an adult!

I’m looking to graduate high-school, and make my mark on the world and get my life going!

Mark was 15 now, had gotten into a fight and broke his finger, it had to be repaired with pins and screws and was on some pretty hefty pain medicine, I don’t remember the name.

It was my mother’s job to watch him and regulate his pain medicine so nothing bad would happen…sadly, that bad thing did happen.

Grandfather picked me up from school one day and I could see he had a gloomy look on his face.

Oh no. How sad.

We showed up to the house and as we were walking up, I could see the paramedics rolling a stretcher with a body bag on it.

Mark had died from a drug overdose at the age of 15 because my mother wasn’t watching him like she should have been.

That was the final straw…

At that moment, my family was divided, my dad’s side, and my mother’s side.

My mother had my grandparents, who I was living with at the time, and my father had me and his family.

I sided with my father completely, his argument being that had she been a better mother, Mark would still be alive.

And what’s worse, Sam had been taken away by CPS (Child Protective Services) and put in Foster care.

My mother was never allowed to raise children again, and I never saw my half-brother ever again.

I was now an only child, my mother had destroyed the life I knew with her neglect.

So I was going to ruin the rest of her life any way I could.

Revenge time.

This woman caused the demise of two of my siblings and I never got to see my living half sibling again, abused me mentally, emotionally, physically, took away my childhood, and every time I look at her, I can’t help but seethe with unmitigated rage.

The First Revenge:

My Grandfather had basically been my best friend.

He took me in, cared for me taught me all sorts of different skills, he had one flaw though, he was too kind for his own good.

Something my mother maliciously preyed on after the horors in the family.

My grandmother gave up hope and just diverted to his opinion on everything.

So, I made it a point that every time she tried, I challenged her on it in front of them, made sure she had to fight for what she wanted, I always lost, but I could see my constant meddling would get to her, irritate her, I wanted her to do something, I wanted her to hit me, harm me, give me a single reason.

That’s not revenge, that is just mean.

She never went that far, but she did break down crying multiple times.

Then I got lucky.

She slipped at work, herniated a few of her disks and messed her back up REALLY badly, when I got the news I grinned.

Around this time, my step dad had been imprisoned for “Doctor Shopping” and my mother wanted a divorce from him.

When she came home from the hospital, I would take her meds and hide them around the house, and sometimes even throw them away, I wanted her to be in agony, I wanted her to suffer as much as possible, and she did.

A few months later, she got into a car wreck and the police found out she was on a hefty amount of her pain meds, she was charged with a DUI and put in jail for 6 months.

Wow, so vindictive.

I grinned and laughed once I got that news, and proceeded to planning my next stage.

She was in pain, and behind bars, this was perfect!

The Second Revenge:

Time skip again, after she got out of Jail, we’ll skip ahead a few years.

She’s now living with us.

I’m officially in college, I did the stupid thing and took a year off between High School Graduation and applying to a college, so my Grandparents made me a deal, as long as I worked and was in school, I could stay with them free of charge.

Who WOULDN’T take that deal?

While my mother was in Jail, I made it a point to shove all of her property into a storage unit and made her room my room.

And turned my old living space into my gaming room.

She had no choice but to sleep on the couch.

If he hates his family so much, he should just move out.

I enjoyed every moment of her agonizing when she would get up from laying on the couch, agonizing cause the metal bars on it would press into her back as she slept.

This was my revenge for some time, slow and painful.

The Third Revenge:

Time Skip! We moved back to the old house we were all living in and my mother has made her back worse through a series of mistakes and bad decisions, she had somehow convinced my grandparents to start illegally procuring drugs for her.

She would make the connection with the dealer and they would shell out money to her for them.

I argued with my grandparents to stop, it was illegal, and it will land them ALL in jail if they get caught.

My grandfather agreed, but my grandmother couldn’t help but ‘take care of her little girl…’ and guilted my grandfather into it.

I refused to be a part of it.

I put in an anonymous tip into local law enforcement, but sadly nothing came of it, my revenge had failed this time.

But I didn’t know I would get the ultimate ‘screw you’ in.

Cause it came in the form of my most malicious, vindictive, statement ever spoken.

Plus, I was still messing with her hiding her medications.

It’s childish, but sometimes you have to be a bit childish to get the point across.

The Final Revenge:

I am 31 now, it has been 13 agonizing years since my brother Mark died, and I have finally completed my revenge on my mother.

My grandfather just passed last year, and I have been saving a veritable butt load of cash from over the years in jobs I worked inheritance from other family, and so on.

I went to visit my grandmother, who’s not been in great shape since my Grandfather passed and her dog passed about 6 months after that.

My mother comes out to me while we’re sitting there talking and asks if I will take care of her after grandma was gone, that it was my ‘duty’ as her son.

She was broke, my grandmother was going into a retirement home and my mother blew through her inheritance with her dealings, the rest was going to me, I knew it for a fact.

He is going way beyond revenge and likely hurting himself in the process.

I stood up, and while I stared my mother directly in the eyes, I managed the most hateful, vicious stare I could muster (it wasn’t hard) and told her:

“You get nothing from me. Grandma’s going into a retirement home, I’m moving states. You destroyed my life, took away my childhood, were responsible for the passing of my siblings, broke the law numerous times, and you made everyone’s lives a living hell. You will be on the street and die alone. And I will laugh. I never loved you, and I never will. You will never see your grandchildren if/when there are any, you will not be at my wedding, you will never be mother to me again. Rot in hell…”

My grandmother’s jaw hit the floor, and my mother burst into tears.

I had finally broken her, and got my revenge.

It may not seem like much to you all, but that moment was heavenly for me, it felt amazing to finally know I’ve gotten my ultimate revenge after all of these years, and caused her to suffering.

My grandmother is going into that retirement home in about 3 months, and I’m helping her move her stuff.

So there will be no chance of her ‘little girl’ weaseling her way out of her fate.

After that, I’m moving to a new state, and starting my new life with a new job and wonderful girlfriend who I love more than anything.

For those of you who have brothers and sisters, love them, cherish them, and be with them.

Because you never know what’s going to happen.

This revenge was born of me losing my siblings, the one thing I loved most in this world.

Being an older brother was the happiest time in my life, and after they passed and Sam was taken by CPS, I have had to suffer as an only child and still cry myself to sleep at night over it.

It was traumatizing, so please, cherish your siblings.

Thank you for reading.

Wow, that is some intense revenge.

Read on to see what the people in the comments have to say.

He really is being sadistic.

It is weird that his mom was allowed to keep the kids.

Revenge is best served cold.

Here is a good comment about letting the rage go.

This person thinks mom deserved it.

Sometimes the best revenge is forgiveness.

But not always.

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