I didn't seek revenge, but it happened. I had her in my hands and I carried it out. I didn't premeditate or plan it, I barely even remembered that person anymore, whom I will call D.
We didn't live in the same city, quite far apart to be honest, and our story had expired many years ago.
One day she suddenly contacted me and told me she was in Caracas and wanted to see me. She invited me to lunch. I had just gone through a breakup from a relationship that was very important to me and I was vulnerable. I accepted the outing without expectations; I just wanted to distract myself.
The moment of the meeting arrived. She wasn't alone; a coworker was with her. So, there were three of us. She paid the bill with her company's account, of course, if it had been out of her own pocket, she probably wouldn't have invited me. That was her way, and after many years, I saw no change.
She boasted about her new partner, saying she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The girl had sent her a nude photo, and she showed it to the man who was with us. I glanced sideways.
How low! I thought. She's showing intimate photos of her partner to that guy.
That day, she asked me to accompany her that night to the hotel where she was staying because she didn't want to be alone. I don't remember exactly why I accepted; I no longer cared about her, almost not as a person, but I went.
I listened to all the lies she told her partner, saying she was alone in the room and other things. Up to that point, I was just observing; I don't even remember what I was hoping for, maybe just passing the time.
In the early morning, I asked her why she had called me, and honestly, at that point, I was expecting at least a sincere apology for the past issues. That person had behaved very badly, truly badly... Seeing her maintain a proud and arrogant attitude, very similar to the past, made me a bit angry. I just waited for dawn and then left.
An impulse led me to find her partner on Facebook, and I told the girl that her nude photo had been viewed by more than one person. I also repeated the phone conversations I overheard, making her realize they weren't so private after all.
Soon after, I started receiving messages and calls insulting me and wishing me all kinds of evil, from D. She told me that because of me, her best relationship had ended and spoke to me with a lot of hatred, insulting me and calling me resentful.
I didn’t even realize I still harbored those feelings toward her. During those days, I thought it would have been better to ignore her from the moment she reappeared.
But the damage was already done. For a couple more weeks, she called me every day from different numbers to insult me. She told me I thought I was perfect and that I had no right to think of myself as a champion of justice. I just replied, “Accept that you deserve it,” nothing more.
After some time, the insults stopped. Approximately a couple of months later, she contacted me again, with a very gentle tone and very politely apologized for the insults and past issues. She thanked me, saying that thanks to what had happened, she realized she had hurt and played with many people, in her words.
I also apologized and told her that if I could help her rebuild the relationship she wanted, I would do it. She told me there was nothing to do anymore and that she just wanted to move on.
After that, we never communicated again. I believe we both learned valuable lessons: I learned not to meddle in relationship matters, especially not out of revenge or for leisure. When we let go of certain people, it's almost always better not to open that door again, unless it's a reconciliation with a brother or sister—someone very dear, for example.
This writing is inspired by @galenkp's proposal for this weekend.
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