My Mother Tried to Destroy Me One More Time, So I Took the One Thing She Valued Most

For as long as I could remember, my relationship with my mother had been complicated. I always hoped that one day we would have the kind of loving and supportive bond that many families shared, but instead, I often felt criticized, controlled, and blamed for things that were not my fault. I tried countless times to make peace and prove that I only wanted a healthy relationship with her. However, every time I started to believe things were improving, another hurtful situation would happen. Over the years, I learned to stay quiet and avoid conflict, but deep down, I carried the pain of feeling like I was never truly accepted by the person who was supposed to support me the most.

The final breaking point came when my mother made another decision that deeply affected my life. Instead of supporting me, she tried to interfere with something important to my future and once again attempted to take control of my choices. I was tired of being treated as if my feelings did not matter. For years, I had allowed her words and actions to hurt me because I believed family should always stay together. But this time was different. I realized that constantly forgiving someone who continued to hurt me was only allowing the same cycle to continue. I knew I had to stand up for myself, even if it meant making a difficult choice.

After everything that happened, I decided to take away the one thing my mother valued most. It was not about revenge or trying to hurt her—it was about finally setting a boundary and showing that I would no longer accept being controlled or disrespected. My decision shocked her because she never expected me to stand my ground after years of staying silent. Although walking away from someone I loved was painful, I understood that protecting my own happiness and peace was necessary. Sometimes, the hardest decisions are the ones that allow us to finally regain control of our own lives.

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Biological mother tries to cause me emotional termoil so I take what she believes gives her ‘value’. Her man.

Now, I know you must be thinking, what kind of Jerry Springer r/prorevenge story am I getting myself into reading? Well, I promise it’s not a Jerry Springer episode, and it’s not what you think.

So, a little bit of back story here. I didn’t grow up in the best environment. I’ve seen/experienced some crazy things, so of course, I have some wild stories. My biological mother is quite frankly one of the worst people on the planet. I suffered physical and mental abuse from her. She is addicted to methamphetamine and is Christian but with a touch of insanity. She believes that she is a saint, yet, she can’t get the Bible right. For instance, I was originally supposed to be right handed but because of her deluded belief she thought that was the devils hand, so she put a sock on my right hand and forced me to write with the left and would hit my right hand with a metal ruler if I tried to use it. I’m sure many of you know that the left hand is actually the devils hand, ironic really. Luckily, the last time I ever saw her was when I was 10. At 16, 5 years after I had been adopted, she found me on facebook and I tried to give her a chance but she barely talked to me and never apologized for anything so I left it at that, we don’t have a relationship.

Fast forward some years, I’ve just turned 20 and I’m making my first big move. I moved several states away from the one state I lived in my entire life, I always desperately wanted to leave because of the constant reminder that she was only 1 hour away from me. I went to meet my biological father and his side of the family and agreed work with him, they are amazing people. I got to live in a big city, have a cool trendy but very dangerous job, and party with the rich people on week nights, I. was. living. it. up. My dad stood back, let me have fun, and made sure I was safe all while posting me on his social media doing events and showcasing the product I made that he helped me design. You know, being a proud father at the fact that I was interested in his profession and with his help actually made a successful product. My biological mother was on his social media and saw it all, after almost a year of it I guess she finally lost it.

I had no idea she knew where I was or what I was doing because I didn’t have her on any of my social media but that all changed. She found my Instagram and sent me a private message, what I would endure was enough to send me off the rails. The first message I got was telling me about how much of an ungrateful bitch I was, that I ruined her life and she should have killed me when she had the chance, and that I asked for/deserved everything that was done to me in her care. I, of course, defended myself telling her that she doesn’t know a damn thing about me, that she couldn’t tell me what I was or wasn’t, and that she was no mother of mine.

Here comes the disturbing part, she accused me of sleeping with my own father. I was disgusted and I actually felt sick to my stomach having to read something that messed up. And that is when the anger really took over, she never spent a day in prison for the crimes she committed against me (everytime she got arrested, she’d rat on her dope cook which resulted in her getting released) and I was out for revenge. I wanted to take what gave her value and I know this woman better than anyone. She believes that what gives her value is having a man, and I took him from her. Yes, I know it sounds bad but trust me, it’s not what you think.

Let me explain.

Because she messaged me on Instagram I obviously had access to hers, mine was private just in case she decided to try to re-enter my life. Her’s, on the other hand, was wide open and I could do all the snooping I wanted, and that I did. I no longer had Facebook but my dad mentioned that he did. So, I did the obvious, get on his account to see if they were friends, they were, more snooping. I found out a few things. 1. She had a boyfriend that she flaunted and 2. He has three beautiful little blonde haired, blue eyed girls. They were all living in my deceased grandfather’s house. Now I couldn’t remember the address so I went to Google Street view, typed in the town and looked at every church there until I came across the one I knew all too well, directly across the street from my grandpa’s house. The street view blurred the address on his mailbox but it didn’t blur the church’s so I was able to figure it out. And this is when my plan sets in motion.

I convinced my dad to pretend to be an “uncle” that was “worried” about my “mental health” and of course worried about the safety of those 3 beautiful little girls, which I did truly worry about. If she could do the things she did to me, her own daughter, who knows what she was doing to those 3 girls that weren’t hers. I had him call the CPS department that handled my case.

Surprisingly after 10 years they still remembered me but more importantly they remembered my biological mother. I listened in and whispered in my dad’s ear the entire time. I had him play the “uncle” because I was afraid that if it was me and my dad against her, they would suspect collusion, so “worried uncle” was the perfect 3rd party. We told them EVERYTHING. Every disgusting message she sent me and I could hear them typing it all into the computer, we also made sure that they knew that I went through a closed adoption and that I get to decide whether or not I’d like a relationship with her, that I do not want that, so she was not only breaking the law by contacting me but she was also doing it in a harassing manner.

After the long talk about the messages, the lady asked my “uncle” if there was anything else she should know about. And this is where I took her man. I made sure my dad told them my grandfather’s address, her boyfriend’s name, and that he has his three little girls living there with her. We voiced our concerns about the safety of those children, stating “she abused her own daughter to the point that the state had no choice but to take her one last time, to insure the little girls survival”, and that “she isn’t allowed to be around children”. To which the CPS lady responded, “you’re right, she’s not allowed to be around children. We will be out to that location as soon as possible”.

The next day, all the photos of her boyfriend and his 3 little girls were deleted from all of her social media accounts. I spent 11 years in the system so I didn’t have to be there to know what happened but just in case you don’t. I’ll tell you how it went. A social worker showed up to the house, asked to speak to the father, to which they then informed him that his children were at risk living with my bio mom, that she’s not allowed to live with children, and that if he didn’t vacate his children from the property immediately they would be forced to take them into protective custody. He, like any good father would do, left that day with his children.

The good news, she has not contacted me since, and the best part about it is that I know that she knows, I’m the one that fucked it up for her. I took what gave her ‘value’ and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.

Edit: I would like to thank everyone for their support and kind words. At first, I wasn’t sure if this was worth posting, but I’m glad I did.

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According to the story, that is exactly what happened here.

The woman had already fought hard to move forward. She had left behind a painful childhood, built a stable life for herself, reconnected with supportive family members, and focused on healing from the trauma she experienced growing up. For a long time, it seemed like she had finally found some peace.

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Instead of reaching out with accountability, compassion, or a genuine desire to repair the relationship, the messages reportedly contained hurtful comments and upsetting accusations. For many readers, that was one of the most painful parts of the story. After spending years working toward healing and personal growth, she was suddenly forced to face the same emotional pain she had tried so hard to leave behind.

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As the situation continued, the woman learned that her biological mother was living in a household with children.

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