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You definitely should read this answer! I bet you'll not regret. Going anonymous for this . It all started with a follow request on instagram.An evening I got his request on my instagram account hence I checked out his profile. There was a line I read “who can ditch a date for an amazing book to read”. I never used to consider any of random requests but being a bibliophile myself that line caught my attention and I confirmed.That time I was appearing in the CDS exam and through his profile I got to figure out that he was already a recommended candidate for the Indian Army. It started with exchanging a text . I called him sir and asked if he could suggest me something for my CDS preparations. He being so humble and polite answered all my queries. It was supposed to stop at the moment I said ‘thank you so much sir!’ but it went on for more than hours of interaction talking things about his interview, selection, etc.He seemed to be an intellectual person and it was good talking to him. Slowly and slowly our conversations increased. He was a man of small hours still he used to wait for me to come online even after midnight or at any odd hour. We were too similar at number of things and that somewhere brought a comfort zone between us.He asked me out on a date. At first I denied thinking of not meeting any unknown but he being so genuine in efforts asked once more. I agreed and we had the date . Gradually we had developed a good bond and understanding, Calling, meeting, texting ,etc. Most of the times . One day he said this.He wanted us to be in a relationship. I on the other hand was going through a crucial period in my career and not wanted any deviation in my life. He said that he has no problem even if I friend zone him because he is ready to wait for the correct time. I was still not ready for any relationship as I still had not explored him much as an individual. But meanwhile i found him liking me . He often used to say things about me being his wife and me as more of a bride type girl.An evening I asked him about his biggest fear. He said, “I fear of loosing people only . People whom I love, nothing else ”. At that very moment it felt like getting to know the insecure him whom he was hiding behind his stoic appearance. I just promised myself not leaving him ever. Also I discovered that I had developed a soft corner for him.He was an average looking person but a brilliant man, so determined, down to earth and disciplined at the same time. He proposed me his love and I accepted that. It was always too beautiful to be with him . He was always more tend to know me as a person instead of trying on me because of my family background. I loved this about him.The more our bond was getting stronger the time of him leaving for the Officer's Training Academy,Chennai was getting nearer.He informed me that he has to go through the military training period of 1 year there he'll not be allowed to keep phone with him for the entire duration except on Sundays when he could use his basic (without multimedia )phone. Although it looked difficult but I somewhere knew that I had committed to a man in uniform then I have to get habitual of these things.He promised me that he'll call me every Sunday and then he left for the academy.Finally the very first Sunday came. I remember myself holding my phone for the entire day and waiting for his call. At 10:05 pm I got a text .“ Reached the academy. Was busy for the entire day so couldn't call you . Have to submit my phone so will not be able to make any contact till next Sunday. Missing you, love you so much.”I was literally on the 9th cloud after reading his text. Neither I remember how many times I had read that till the next Sunday. This is how it became a routine. Every Sunday he used to call me at any hour and we used to talk about almost everything and sometimes nothing but the silence of missing each other .It had been six months waiting for him and I was too much missing him. And here too much means too much. I remember once he got Internet access and he sent me few of his pictures in the uniform. It was for the first time anyone out of the academy was finding him in the uniform. He was looking like a blazing hero. Also he had won many tournaments and trophies that he shared with me.And finally he got the term break . I was eagerly waiting for him to come back to the city and us to meet.He had planned a trip with his friends before coming home from where he once gave me a video call early in the morning. I wasn't really dressed and my clothes were exposing too much of my body.He said ,“ I always thought of you as a cute person but now you seem to be too sexy to handle”. It was for the first time he said something like that which for obvious reasons felt awkward but not wrong at the same time.And then he reached his home.I for some reason felt like he has been changed a bit. I wasn't intending to speak that out but at the end I said “why do I feel like you are a changed person now?”He said this .I became too emotional with all his answers. And finally the next day we were supposed to meet.He wanted us to stay together hence I took leave from my place. But things turned differently. The more we were talking the question of sexual intimacy was increasing.Yes I loved him and I trusted him or you can say too much trusted him but was i ready to take that relationship on next level?, I questioned myself.I remember myself asking, “ what if it actually happens ? Do I love him enough ?, Do I consider him the person I can spend my life with? , Does he deserve to meet my parents and be a part of our family ?, Do I trust him?, Do I want our bond to get stronger with no formalities between us? Do I consider him my future husband? Am I ready to accept his family as mine?And the answer was yes !It was always me who was somewhere insecure or in doubts with my decision but he on the other hand wanted me to meet his mother after he gets commissioned. There was no question of commitments to doubt between us at least not from his side.And finally the moment came when we met. Yes I was seeing him after six months. It just felt out of the world. I couldn't help myself hugging him so tight and blush too much at the same time( I've never been a blushing or nervous type of person but on that moment I was ). And then we were supposed to stay together at that place. It all started with a hug we shared and then to loose all my firsts and virginity to him. It brought us closer.Next morning he told that something urgent had come up then he got to leave. I wanted us to stay together for some more time but as it was about his family especially his father whom he had lost, I had no grounds to stop him.I came back to my hostel and he his home.He still was having number of days in hand so I was planning us to meet. But he on the other hand was planned for something else most of the times.I once complained of not giving me enough time then he said this to me,“ *****! My father is no more, we lost him serving the nation, my brother doesn't live in India, it's only my mom at home and me who is home after six months. It's only me who is supposed to mind all the work that is pending. That's why I'm busy .”He was genuine with his words hence I never complained of getting lesser communication between us.And then he returned back to the academy as he had no more break. But this time he carried his smartphone with him which he had planned to hide in his room.I had many complaints but at the same time I had to understand him so I didn't say anything. I remember him calling me from the airport that took away all my anger against him.And then he was again at the academy. And then again there were six more months to wait.For the initial month of his senior term we were well connected through daily video calls , texts etc. But one day he said he wants break from everything. It was for the first time he sounded too irritated. I knew it was training getting rigorous. I said okay we'll not contact much you concentrate on the training only.A day later I figured out that he had unfollowed me from instagram and also removed me from his account.I said, “ what's wrong with you ? Why are you behaving so immature! You want break then take that , why doing these stupid things?”He then accepted my request but said I'll follow you later.I felt like something was there. Our communication was reducing but he was fully active everywhere.I once found him following number of random girls as I knew most of his contacts. There was a girl I saw with whom I was having a mutual contact. I requested her and then found that he was actually cheating on me with that girl. He was also fooling that girl showing his single status . But at the same time that girl told me that he himself had stopped contacting her.I called him and asked what's this. I always had seen him holding his head high with pride and honour. But at that very moment I found him sounding guilty. I just never wanted him to bow his head down at least not in front of me.He promised that he'll never ever cheat me again. I forgave him .Later on things were not same. There were no Sunday calls but I was there to wait. No contact but I was there to wait. No ball party invitation but my dresses were short listed. No text but I was there to make often.And then finally he blocked me everywhere. Didn't answer any of my calls neither texts. Every second number he added to the black list so that I can't contact him.Later he once texted me back saying he is getting intelligence corps there he has been ordered to block his contacts with the world out there even with his family and it's going to stay for next 20 years at minimum.I was still dumb not to understand that it was only lure , fuck and throw game he had played with me.I said I'll wait for 20 years . And for an enough span of time i was all determined to wait. But meanwhile I interacted with a friend who is major in the Indian Army . He was the one to swipe away the blur . He informed me that he considers intelligence to be comparatively easy as they get posted at headquarters mostly and have official works only .Also my best friend who is serving in the army also informed me that there is nothing of this sort for newly commissioned officers.I found that my boyfriend had lied about things only because he wanted to get rid of everything. He used to consider himself a gentleman but according to me he not even behaved like a man. I expected him at least him to face me and say whatever he wanted. But he was busy fooling other girls. Here is the last text I did to him.He instead of replying blocked me from this account too. He is still exploring number of girls and luring them. Yes he does.It was never love but the lust he had for me which somewhere had been achieved the moment he got me down. Only thing he wanted was sex .And hence he is done he is not here.I was dumb enough to love him all the time. And also share all my firsts that he never deserved .So everyone out there reading this i just wanna say , “ never ever play with anyone's feelings. Not everyone is strong enough to come out of that”.People often say that I had to make him learn a lesson and be harsh with my words . But I believe that the moment I crossed all my limits only to make him smile then he never could see love in my eyes then what my words would have done . Also whatever he did is what he is and whatever I did is what I'm. I was honest , I was loyal and I truly loved him .Guess it had to happen for no fault.Thanks for reading!I know this is a long answer but I chose to write so that I can puke out this agony that I'm still dealing with somewhere.

This happened when I was in class XII.In my classroom I used to sit with a boy who was only my casual classmate. Behind me used to sit my best friend…but since she was a girl, we couldn't sit together…you know the stigma in here. Right??It is important that I should mention that both me and my best friend…We both wear specs. She uses high powered lenses for she can barely see when the specs are removed from her eyes.So, it was a random day in our classroom. I was discussing my love life (and also my ex girlfriend's) with her and all. There were other discussions too.Consciously or subconsciously, its hard to tell but the discussion slowly drifted to bizarre things and situations and she was complaining how difficult it is to be a girl and also that they have to cope up with the “period” stuff. Added to that was the fact that she had to use a pair of high powered specs. If she took them off, she could barely see. She also pointed out that my life was simple and all that. Added to that my specs were merely for keeping my headache at bay.So she decided a game, we will switch our spectacles for a day (both the specs have exactly the same frame. We bought them together) and try to survive…the game would only be limited to the school premises.So we switched.God!!!!…..all I could see was a dense fog and I'm sure all she could see was also the same dense fog. But that's not the funny part.The next period was biology. Our biology mam loved her so much that she asked her to go to another class and fetch some copies. I was about laugh!!!! Its easy for me right…i can take off the glasses and still see fine enough…but she??? Ohh dear god she will be devastated. I looked at her. She was holding still with clenched teeth…holding back the impulse to cry. She later told me that all she could see was too much blurry caricatures of the people around her. So she got out of her bench and started walking towards mam. As expected stumbled upon a bench and nearly broke my glasses.Everyone could understand that something was wrong as they could see her bizarre movements. She got up straight…somehow made her way to my bench and exchanged the glasses straight away leaving everyone and me dumbstruck….[Later, our conversation followed as such……Me: what will mam think????…she will think we are dating!!!!She: and if I didn't exchange our specs she would've thought that I was drunk!!!..so shut up.]Mam asked…what happened between you too???I was too afraid to reply as I was sure that mam thought that something was surely happening between both of us and thus my reputation will get thrashed. I made an agreement with myself that, on this very day I shall steal her expensive papa ki pari tiffin box and never return it.She went towards mam and explained the whole story exactly to mam. I was sort of embarrassed. And guess what!!! Mam blamed me!!!According to her I took her specs and made her suffer…i made her favorite student suffer.From that day onward she used to taunt me by saying…Edike pora parona, abar bhalo student der choshma nie gie oderke ashobidhay felo!!!!Translation: On one side you can't even answer the simplest of questions but you're quite good at snatching away the glasses of good students and putting them in a bad situation!!!Whenever my teacher said this my best friend used to pinch me in the back!!!*Facepalm* not just once, every single day.Needless to say, my best friend has no idea where her favorite tiffin box along with those luchi gugnis went.Thanks for reading my answer. Have a nice day.AGEdit 1: Thank you everyone for my first 170+ upvotes.Edit 2: Wow!!!! So many upvotes and views!!!….Surely, I made her famous now!!!Edit 3: Now 200+!!!!!!….keep love alive readers.Edit 4: Thank you all for showering me with so many upvotes…for the first time in my life!!!!!Anyway, thank you for your appreciation.

As a retail worker at Christmas, what was the best, if pettiest revenge, you ever got on a rude customer?According to the customer, an unknown someone “ruined” her Christmas. I think some things just got moved around. Accidentally. Christmas in retail is so crazy!My first “real” job was at a retail clothing store that carried plus sizes. I really liked that job, not precisely because I was good at it, but because being good at it allowed me to do something that took a bit of time but had amazing results: Help a woman learn to dress for her body and her shape, and it creates confidence, and eventually that has an effect on self-esteem.The customer in question was a regular—she’d been coming into the store and spreading her particular brand of misery for at least a year before I even started. She was the type of person who appeared to love nothing as much as she loved making someone else feel terrible. She was an expert at all the tricks—the demeaning remark delivered just loudly enough for the subject to hear; the eye roll or rude gesture not quite out of view of the target; the venomous comment under the guise of “just being honest.” You name it, she knew it. And if she wasn’t in the mood for games, she didn’t play them and went straight to just plain nasty. I watched her say to a woman, “Oh, you poor thing, you’re as big as my husband’s truck! Can you even shop here?” She reduced a lot of customers to shamed silence, and a handful to tears, causing them to leave the store. Even her husband, who seemed to be a kind man, and who was generous about giving her everything she wanted, wasn’t spared. She had a favorite story about the time she wanted a Mercedes Benz convertible, and how he was so stupid he’d steered her to one that was a medium-green color because his color blindness made him think it was dark tan. She behaved as if his inability to distinguish colors was a choice, and not a genetic accident, and mocked him often for it, ignoring that he was the man who bought and paid for that nice convertible. She frequently joked that it was a good thing he made big money, because it was the only thing about him that was big—she’d say that holding her hand up in a loose fist, wiggling her pinky finger.She was truly one of the ugliest human beings I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting. No one liked her. I hated her.About two weeks before Christmas, she came in and between being rude to either staff or other customers, told us that her “idiot” husband had finally found a decent Christmas gift for her—a month-long cruise which left from Florida and ended up in Washington—they’d go all around the Caribbean, through the Panama Canal, and then back up along the coasts of Central America and the U.S. The cruise started about five days before Christmas, and their stateroom had the option of having a Christmas tree in the sitting room, so they’d have Christmas at sea! She was going to take home the stuff she bought that day, consider her needs and holes in her wardrobe, and come back in a few days to pick out clothing she wanted for their trip. She’d put it on hold, and then send him in to get it, and he could give it to her on Christmas morning along with her other gifts.She was very picky about the colors she wore. She was adamant that “nice” women never wear “strong” colors or very dark ones. Nice women never wear black—they have a dress in Navy blue for funerals, wear medium gray or tan as their “neutral” color, and choose feminine colors or pastels for any colored items. (She lectured me once on “appropriate” colors for women, informing me that both the black and the bold colors I wore looked ugly and made me look, “sleazy.”)As part of our clothing for Christmas that year, we got a big shipment of blouses that came in about 15 colors. They were easy to care for, flattered nearly every body style, could be dressed up or down, and were a great price. They sold like crazy. When she came back a few days later, she liked that top a lot—she picked out one in every color that she found acceptable, so she had about eight of them, but then she decided to double up on some of the colors so she had one to wash and one to wear. When she got done, she had a dozen on hold. She added some nice dresses for dinner, more casual clothing for around the ship and visiting ports of call, and really casual clothing for lounging and relaxing. It all went on our hold rack—there was so much stuff we had to hang it in separate groups and label each one. Normally, at such a busy time of year, we wouldn’t hold something overnight, but we did it, not as a courtesy to her, but to her husband. We all knew he’d be in the next day to buy it.I was working at the cash register that day. It was 1987, and everything had to be entered by hand (no scanners yet), so those of us with good 10-key skills spent a lot of time at the registers during the Christmas season. I kept looking over at our hold rack between customers. I thought about how awful she was, and how funny it was that she preferred colors I didn’t quite hate, but did, for the most part, dislike. An idea began to form in the back of my mind. I told myself it was unprofessional and it was mean—mainly, that made it more appealing.When one of those blouses in her size went on the return rack to go back on the floor, if it was a color she hadn’t picked for herself, I moved it to the hold rack right next to her items. It was busy, I was in a hurry, and wow, all I can figure is maybe I put things too close together. Later in my shift, a very nice woman asked about that group of items. Was the lilac dress available? We had it in three colors, and the only other one in the store in her size was emerald green, but she really needed a lilac dress for a wedding. I grabbed it and suggested she go try it on—often, even things in the same size don’t fit the same way. I was in a hurry and just put the green one in with the holds. I would imagine the lilac one worked for that woman, since it wasn’t in the store later. Maybe I rang it up and didn’t even notice it.I don’t remember if I worked the next day or not, but I do remember that when I next went to work, all of that stuff was gone. I asked if her husband had come in, and was told he had. Further, my co-workers informed me that nearly everything in the store had gone on sale in the morning before he came in—instead of spending the $1200 we had estimated from looking at tags, he’d spent about $800. “Well, he saved some money. Good for him!” was all I said.We didn’t see her again until February when she came in to return the blouses and the dress. She threw one of the biggest tantrums I’ve ever seen in public when she was told that the items could not be returned or exchanged because there was no receipt, and the items had clearly been both worn and washed multiple times. There were even food stains on the skirt of the dress. I’m not sure why she bothered to make a scene—she knew our return policy, and she knew she’d used her one big exception to it the year before on a day when our district manager was in the store. Our DM had explained she’d approve it once, as a special courtesy, but it would not happen again, and she’d be noting that not just for us, but for the staff in every store in the area.When the customer realized she wasn’t going to get her way, she shoved everything back in the bag, and declared loudly as she started toward the door, “You are rude and insensitive girls. Someone absolutely ruined my Christmas, and I don’t think any of you care!”I think she was right.