Speaker 1: Hello, dear listeners. Seat four c here formerly superfil Freedom
Speaker 1: Welcome back to It came from Reddit, an auditory exploration
Speaker 1: into my online obsession of very dramatic audio retellings of
Speaker 1: stories found on Reddit. Are they true?
Speaker 2: Stories?
Speaker 1: Definitely true? But probably no, But no they're not. Do
Speaker 1: I care? Absolutely? I don't in any way, shape or form.
Speaker 1: I just love hearing wildly theatrical details of a relationship
Speaker 1: gone wrong. And sorry if factuality is unable to shame me.
Speaker 1: So now for Podme's World, myself and my two beloved
Speaker 1: co hosts, we've recorded another one of my favorite finds,
Speaker 1: all done in the style of the videos that now
Speaker 1: take up thirty to forty percent of my free time.
Speaker 1: Goodbye productivity forever, and so here's our second installment of it.
Speaker 1: Came from Reddit a story wonderfully titled my girlfriend said
Speaker 1: I need space, don't contact me. I responded, all right.
Speaker 1: Then I posted the vacation pictures I found of her
Speaker 1: with another man while tagging his wife. Suddenly my phone
Speaker 1: was blowing up with their panic calls. I'm still reeling
Speaker 1: from the sheer audacity. Ooh, these things are right to
Speaker 1: the point, aren't they? Enjoy and especially enjoy as I
Speaker 1: get into my h reddit voice. I'm thirty two male.
Speaker 1: Let's call me Jonathan. I've always liked that name because
Speaker 1: of Jonathan Davis from Corn and also you know Jonathan
Speaker 1: from the Bible. It's actually been a full week since
Speaker 1: I took action and everything exploded, But the whole saga
Speaker 1: really began about three weeks ago. That's when my girlfriend,
Speaker 1: Nicole twenty nine female, hit me with this bombshell via text.
Speaker 3: I need space.
Speaker 1: Of course. We've been together for three years, living in
Speaker 1: my house, my name, my mortgage. For the last eighteen months.
Speaker 1: Things have felt a bit distant, sure, but I thought
Speaker 1: it was just work stress on her end. The text
Speaker 1: came on a Saturday morning.
Speaker 3: Hey, things are feeling really overwhelming for me lately. I
Speaker 3: think I just need some space to myself to breathe
Speaker 3: and figure things out. Please don't contact me for a bit.
Speaker 3: I'll reach out when I'm ready. I hope you understand.
Speaker 1: Space never a good sign, but I'm a rational guy.
Speaker 1: I wrote back, all right, Nicole, I understand. Take the
Speaker 1: time you need. Then radio silence. The week that followed
Speaker 1: was a blur of confusion and hurt. I replayed everything
Speaker 1: wondering what I missed. Fast forward another week, I was
Speaker 1: mindlessly scrolling Facebook and a post from a mutual acquaintance
Speaker 1: popped up a surprise romantic getaway album, And there's Nicole
Speaker 1: looking far too happy and cozy with Brandon. Thirty five
Speaker 1: mail a married colleague of hers, Champagne handholding on the beach,
Speaker 1: matching hats with hers reading where I Go Trouble follows
Speaker 1: in his just saying Trouble. It actually took me a
Speaker 1: few days to figure out the hats, but all the
Speaker 1: dates lined up perfectly with their need for space. My
Speaker 1: stomach churned. Space was a cover for a secret trip
Speaker 1: with a married man. She hadn't just lied, She orchestrated this,
Speaker 1: expecting me to be none the wiser. The initial sting
Speaker 1: of betrayal quickly morphed into a cold, calculated anger. She
Speaker 1: wanted a consequence free fling, keeping me as her backup
Speaker 1: plan in my own home. Brandon's wife, Rachel no idea
Speaker 1: how old she was, was a lovely woman who deserved
Speaker 1: to know about these spontaneous adventures. So Saturday morning I
Speaker 1: got to work and I save the most damning photos.
Speaker 1: The hotel room, the selfie, the beach, the hand holding
Speaker 1: a candle at dinner shot where his arm was just
Speaker 1: way too familiar. I crafted a new Facebook post, short,
Speaker 1: sharp to the point, heard you needed space, Nicole, looks
Speaker 1: like you found it. Hope it was worth it. And
Speaker 1: then I tagged Rachel Hey, Brandon's wife, thought you might
Speaker 1: want to see how your husband spends his business trips. Ooh,
Speaker 1: truth hurts. I attached the photos, every single photo, and
Speaker 1: the aftermath, like crazy Eetties' prices from the eighties, was insane.
Speaker 1: My phone went into meltdown about thirty minutes after that
Speaker 1: post went live.
Speaker 3: Why aren't you picking up?
Speaker 1: We need to talk.
Speaker 3: Let's meet at the Fudruckers where we spent our third anniversary.
Speaker 3: I'll be there at three point thirty.
Speaker 1: Then I blocked her on all platforms phone, social media,
Speaker 1: LinkedIn the landline I still had, for some reason, even
Speaker 1: my car phone, which hadn't worked since nineteen ninety six.
Speaker 1: And I was definitely not going to that fud Ruckers,
Speaker 1: even though they have the world's greatest hamburger, which ranges
Speaker 1: in price from nine dollars and nine cents for the
Speaker 1: third pound version all the way up to fifteen eighty
Speaker 1: nine for the one pound version. It's always served with lettuce,
Speaker 1: tomato and onions on the side. Didn't matter anymore. I
Speaker 1: wasn't going. But one thing I didn't have to wait
Speaker 1: for was the chaos to erupt. First, Brandon called, in
Speaker 1: pure panic, Jonathan, what the heck?
Speaker 2: Take that down? You have no idea what you're doing, Jonathan.
Speaker 2: I'm I'm serious, Jonathan, this is my life, my marriage.
Speaker 2: Nicole said you were basically over and that you wouldn't
Speaker 2: care Jonathan.
Speaker 1: So Nicole was already spinning tales for her affair partner noted.
Speaker 1: Then Nicole called again. I didn't answer. The terror in
Speaker 1: her voice was a symphony. Jonathan, what did you do?
Speaker 3: Are you insane? You've ruined everything?
Speaker 1: Then another voicemail from Nicole.
Speaker 3: Brandon is freaking out. Delete that post right now and
Speaker 3: tell everyone it was a joke.
Speaker 1: Be like just kidding.
Speaker 3: I was high on.
Speaker 1: Ketamine now with tears.
Speaker 3: Please, Jonathan, Please, my job, Brandon's job, his kids, my
Speaker 3: Memphis Grizzly season tickets.
Speaker 1: You have to fix this.
Speaker 3: I'll do anything, anything.
Speaker 1: The description was palpable, but the entitlement was still audible.
Speaker 1: The expectation that I'd just clean up her mess. Next up,
Speaker 1: Nicole's best friend Samantha Oh is superficial.
Speaker 3: Jonathan, that was a really rotten thing to do.
Speaker 1: Nicole is a mess. People make mistakes.
Speaker 3: Taking it public and dragging Rachel into it was a
Speaker 3: low blow.
Speaker 1: A mistake is forgetting milk of farting in church, smant
Speaker 1: the planned vacation with a married man while lying to me,
Speaker 1: that's betrayal. Then Nicole's older sister Pamela.
Speaker 3: I'm running out of voices. I cannot believe how cruel
Speaker 3: you are. Nicole is heartbroken, Brandon's wife is going ballistic.
Speaker 3: You're potentially destroying lives. Nicole told me you two were
Speaker 3: having problems, and this is how you react. Text me
Speaker 3: before you call back. I'm in a movie. Have you
Speaker 3: seen many Despicable Me movies?
Speaker 1: They're confusing. Nicole just wasn't getting it. Plus all these
Speaker 1: girls were starting to sound the same. She was having
Speaker 1: an affair. My reaction was to not be a doormat. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I tagged Rachel, but she deserved the truth, and she
Speaker 1: eventually sent me a brief DM.
Speaker 3: Oh, come on, thank you. I don't know all the
Speaker 3: details from your side, but the pictures speak for themselves.
Speaker 3: I appreciate you letting me know.
Speaker 1: I replied, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Rachel,
Speaker 1: you deserve better. The Facebook post went viral locally. We're
Speaker 1: in a small town. Nicole and Brandon were getting roasted,
Speaker 1: and Nicole still technically had all of her stuff in
Speaker 1: my house. She's been trying to reach me from burner numbers,
Speaker 1: alternating between begging and vague threats. Lady, you detonated your
Speaker 1: own life. Then five or so days after the post,
Speaker 1: my doorbell camera dings. It's Nicole looking like she's been
Speaker 1: through the ringer. Then the banging starts.
Speaker 3: Open up, Jonathan, I'm here for my things, and you
Speaker 3: better not be playing my corn CDs. I know you're
Speaker 3: in there.
Speaker 1: I definitely had been playing her corn CDs. After more
Speaker 1: yelling and some tears, her phone comes out and a
Speaker 1: car pulls up. Her sister Pamela, and their mother, Caroline
Speaker 1: sixty female have arrived. I had to see this, so
Speaker 1: I opened the door immediately.
Speaker 3: Writer, you have to do one of these.
Speaker 2: Okay, you can't lock her out. She has belongings in there.
Speaker 2: We're gonna call the police if you don't let her in.
Speaker 2: This is harassment.
Speaker 1: Ooh, that wasn't a good woman's voice. Police for changing
Speaker 1: the locks on my own house after my now ex
Speaker 1: girlfriend cheated be my guest. I slammed the door in
Speaker 1: their faces. They banged and yelled for another ten minutes.
Speaker 1: Nicole wailing dramatically was quite the show for the cul
Speaker 1: de sac, especially for Cornelius, our neighbor with the bounce
Speaker 1: house and no kids. Eventually they retreated, but soon after
Speaker 1: their smear campaign kicked in a high gear, mutual acquaintances
Speaker 1: started contacting me with sob stories fed to them by
Speaker 1: Nicole's camp.
Speaker 2: Hey, dude, it's Cornelius. Listen. Nicole called me today and
Speaker 2: said that you were controlling and you punished her for
Speaker 2: wanting independence. Anyway, if you want to come over and
Speaker 2: get your bounce house on, I'll be home till sex Man.
Speaker 1: That guy gives me the creeps. I'd let them talk,
Speaker 1: giving only a few key people the truth with a
Speaker 1: link to my original post. Then came the nasty stuff. First,
Speaker 1: a cough my boss.
Speaker 2: Hey Jonathan an anonymous already emailed HR today claiming that
Speaker 2: you were unstable, prone to violent outbursts, and created a
Speaker 2: hostile work environment by publicly harassing Brandon in sales. They
Speaker 2: even implied that you might be misusing sensitive company data.
Speaker 1: Thankfully, my boss knows me, but I.
Speaker 2: Know you nothing to worry about. Hey, let me know
Speaker 2: if you're going to hit up Cornelia as he bounce house.
Speaker 1: Later, Peace still never figured out how he met that guy.
Speaker 1: Then someone reported my car abandoned in front of my
Speaker 1: own home. I cleared it up with a quick phone call,
Speaker 1: but still very tom petty. And then Nicole demanded a
Speaker 1: share of the house. She even paid a lawyer to
Speaker 1: call and say she invested emotionally and did household upkeep,
Speaker 1: so she part owner. Umm. I remember one time she
Speaker 1: bought some bread for sandwiches. I paid the mortgage and
Speaker 1: all the bills, but still the lawyer suggested she was
Speaker 1: owed fifty thousand dollars for pain and suffering and loss
Speaker 1: of residence. I laughed a and I save the voicemail.
Speaker 1: Their entitlement and dirty tricks were beyond belief. It was
Speaker 1: time for a more robust response. Step one. My lawyer
Speaker 1: sent a CD, which I thought was music, turned out
Speaker 1: to be a cease and desist to her entire family.
Speaker 1: It detailed their harassment, defamation, and won them. Any further
Speaker 1: contact or attempts to damage my reputation would result in
Speaker 1: immediate legal action. We attached all their texts and voicemails
Speaker 1: and to me Nice, we said she can provide a
Speaker 1: list of her personal belonging she left behind and a
Speaker 1: third party, not family, can collect them from the curb
Speaker 1: at an appointed time. They'll be in garbage bags and
Speaker 1: anything not claimed within seven days will be disposed of.
Speaker 1: The outrage from Carolyn was apparently epic.
Speaker 3: You can't do that garb bags?
Speaker 1: What if you break her things? Step three the knockout punch.
Speaker 1: Rachel filed for divorce, naming Nicole in the act of adultery.
Speaker 1: Boom of the record. I offered Rachel all my evidence
Speaker 1: for the case when Brandon claimed he was the victim,
Speaker 1: but that was never needed. Brandon's reportedly sleeping on his
Speaker 1: brother's couch and his career was torched. The conservative company
Speaker 1: he worked for was not amused by the scandal, and
Speaker 1: Rachel still the nahwoch Is is taking him to the cleaners.
Speaker 1: Nicole is locally unemployable because of my post, and thanks
Speaker 1: to my cease and desist letters, they stopped with the
Speaker 1: demands they wanted war, they got a precision strike, and then,
Speaker 1: after a few months of sweet, sweet silence, Nicole eventually
Speaker 1: sent that list of her belongings to a lawyer. It
Speaker 1: was ridiculously long, including things I'd bought for the house
Speaker 1: years before her.
Speaker 3: I would like to get back my jewelry box, the
Speaker 3: china we got from Uncle Steedman, the die cast me
Speaker 3: outa in our bathroom, and the ouf box set, or
Speaker 3: at least just the first.
Speaker 1: I boxed it all, even though she didn't ask for them.
Speaker 1: I included every self help book she had the irony.
Speaker 1: It was delicious. I left the bag out on the
Speaker 1: curb and watched her pick them up from my window.
Speaker 1: She looked like Nick Nolty's mug shot. Meanwhile, Rachel's divorce
Speaker 1: from Brandon was proceeding. Apparently my evidence was helpful in
Speaker 1: her securing a favorable settlement, which doesn't make any sense
Speaker 1: when just a few paragraphs back I said it wasn't necessary.
Speaker 1: Brandon is financially wrecked, reputationally ruined. Last I heard, he
Speaker 1: fled the state to live with his parents and was
Speaker 1: dressing up as Steve Bouscemi for kids parties, which can't
Speaker 1: be a profitable career and Nicole, Oh Sweet Nicole. Consequences
Speaker 1: hit her hard, jobless, disgraced, living with mommy. Her attempts
Speaker 1: to play the victim blew up once the affairs details
Speaker 1: in Rachel's divorce filings went online. She deleted most of
Speaker 1: her social media. Her friends bailed when she became a broke,
Speaker 1: unemployed pariah. A mutual acquaintance with a bounce House. Nicole
Speaker 1: complained that I should have warned her about the severity
Speaker 1: of the consequences. What the sheer unadulterated audacity, as if
Speaker 1: her actions were fine and only my reaction was the issue.
Speaker 1: Some people are incapable of self reflection. My life is
Speaker 1: now peaceful. The house feels like mine again. I've been redecorating,
Speaker 1: purging her lingering influence. It feels good. The true revenge
Speaker 1: wasn't just the Facebook post. It was every methodical step.
Speaker 1: I didn't set out to destroy lives. I protected my
Speaker 1: peace and exposed the betrayal they found out. I'm a strategist.
Speaker 1: I sleep very well at night. Good riddance to Nicole
Speaker 1: Brandon and all their enablers. They got everything they truly deserved,
Speaker 1: and so did I. Now, if you'll excuse me, Cornelius
Speaker 1: is throwing a party in that bounce house won't bounce itself. Wow.