Have You Ever

  Imagine this: A serene night in the great outdoors, the stars twinkling like a cosmic witness to my misery. I, the unsuspecting protagonist, succumbed to an unfortunate bout of illness and retreated to our shared tent early—innocent, vulnerable, unsuspecting. Fast forward to a rude awakening: my fiancé and my best friend of 15 years enthusiastically betraying me right there, within the sacred confines of our sleeping quarters. My heart shattered, my soul left my body momentarily, and in that fleeting moment of clarity—justice was served. Let's just say my ex’s face had a close encounter with my fist, and his nose learned the painful lesson of betrayal. He broke my heart, so I gave him a matching accessory—swollen, bleeding, and slightly crooked. Camping trips really do have a way of bringing people closer together, huh? What do you think, have you a story to share, drop me an email dpisafox@gmail.com.

  This is  calculated, strategic, and downright legendary . If you've ever dreamed of serving justice to someone who deserved it, let me introduce you to my sister: a woman who understood that sometimes, the best revenge doesn’t need words—it just needs time and heat. "My sister had been in a relationship with a guy who, let’s just say, didn’t believe in fidelity. She found out he was out of state, supposedly on a ‘business trip’—which, in reality, was nothing more than an all-expenses-paid infidelity tour. And while most people would spend days agonizing over what to do next, my sister? She had a plan." "In the dead of night, she let herself into his house—calm, collected, and carrying nothing but a few innocent cans of tuna. Not to eat. No, no. These had a far greater purpose. With surgical precision, she popped them open, dumped the contents deep into his floor vents, wiped her fingerprints, and proceeded to the next phase of Operation: Ultimate Payback." ...