My husband threw all my paintings away. I decided to give him a real lesson now

When I discovered Tim had thrown away my paintings, it felt like a piece of my soul had been ripped away. Each stroke of paint, each color combination, each image on the canvas represented hours of joy, frustration, and fulfillment. But to him, they were nothing but “junk.”

A Moment of Realization

That evening, exhausted from work, I decided to revisit an old painting that I believed had more potential. The idea of reworking it filled me with a rare excitement. However, my anticipation turned to horror when I descended into the basement, only to find it empty. The walls were bare, the shelves clean, and my paintings—gone. I stood there in shock, a cold sense of loss washing over me. How could he do this? How could he erase a part of my life so carelessly?

Confrontation and Anger

I stormed upstairs, fury bubbling inside me. There he was, lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football game, a bag of chips in hand. “Tim! Where are my f***ing paintings?” I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.

He glanced at me nonchalantly and said, “Oh, honey, relax. You should be thanking me for taking out that junk.”

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His dismissive attitude was the final straw. I exploded in anger, yelling at him, but he remained unbothered, barely acknowledging my distress. It was clear he didn’t understand or care about the pain he’d caused.

The Plan for Revenge

As I stood there, seething, a plan began to form in my mind. If he could so casually discard something that meant so much to me, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine. I decided to retaliate in a way that would hit him where it hurt the most.

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The next day, I waited until Tim left for work. Fueled by a sense of righteous indignation, I methodically gathered all his cherished belongings—his prized football memorabilia, his vintage record collection, even his favorite recliner. I loaded everything into the back of my car and drove to the nearest charity shop. Watching the workers unload his precious items, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Let’s see how he likes it, I thought.

10+ People Who Need a Time Machine to Restart Their Terrible Day

Scientist Stephen Hawking once held a curious experiment. He organized a party with appetizers, balloons, you name it. However, he only sent the invites after the party had already taken place. He wanted to demonstrate that time travel is impossible, and he did.

NASA begs to differ and confirms that time travel is possible, just not in the way we’ve seen in books and movies. This is good news for the following people because they’d love to start their terrible day over.

“My foot after wearing a wet boot with a hole in it for 10 hours”

“A buddy of mine seemed to think stick sun screen was a good idea.”

“Got my license in the mail today.”

“I was sitting on the lid of my toilet waiting for my bath to fill, scrolling on my phone when the lid shattered and I threw my phone in the bath.”

“My BBQ food truck burned down last month.”

“Lent a car to my brother for the day, and as a thank you, he filled up my car with the wrong fuel.”

“I turned on my defrost this morning and came back 10 minutes later to find this.”

“I did an air mold test in my apartment.”

“Went to use the bathroom at a friend’s house — nearly had a heart attack.”

“My job makes us food before each shift. Meet the zucchini hot dog.”

“I dropped my phone and now all my photos are blue-ish.”

“I asked my wife to tidy up my neck with the clippers. Yes, we are still married.”

“What they call a ’cheese’ burger”

“Got stung in the eye at 2 a.m. while asleep by probably one of the last wasps of the season.”

“I dropped the tuna can in the sink.”

“Must have dropped my keys after I locked my car. I came back to this.”

“In a boot with a broken foot on day 7 of 24 of my dream tour of the UK”

“Oops, there’s a pothole there.”

“I guess no pizza for me tonight.”

“I forgot to put sunscreen on my feet.”

If you could live an hour of your life on repeat, which hour would you choose? If you could travel back in time and get stuck in that era, which year would you go for? Let us know in the comments.

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