When Jen matches with her high school bully on a dating site, she relives the trauma of her childhood. But still, she goes on the date—as a way of getting revenge for how she was treated. The date ends up being a bust, and Jen doesn’t get what she intended, so she plans a second meeting…
I sat at the bar, pretending to be absorbed in my phone as the door swung open and my date walked in. After meeting on a dating app, Justin and I had decided that it was finally time to meet.
Except that Justin and I had met before—just that he didn’t remember it.
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As he walked in, the familiar jolt of recognition shot through me, but on his face, there was only the casual scan of a man on the lookout for someone who could have been anyone but the girl he once tormented. As he approached, his smile was confident, practiced.
I steeled myself, reminding my racing heart of its role tonight—a new woman, who just wanted revenge.
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“Hey, Jen,” he said, sliding into the seat beside me, unaware of the storm he was walking into. “I hope I’m not too late?”
“Not at all,” I replied, my voice steady and sweet. “I was just enjoying the vibe here. This place has changed since the last time I was around.”
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When we had matched on the app, I was convinced that Justin wouldn’t be able to recognize me. Since high school, I had drastically changed—everything from my hair, my weight, and my sense of style.
I was a new person.
“Yeah, it’s got a good crowd tonight,” Justin nodded, waving over a bartender. “Can I get you a drink now?”
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I watched him closely—he had barely changed since the last time I saw him. It had been our high school graduation, followed by a party in an open field. Justin had barely glanced at me. He didn’t register that I was someone who had been attracted to him.
Then, not now.
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When we matched, I wasn’t interested in Justin—but after I spoke to my sister, we both thought that messing with Justin would be healing in some way.
“Sure, a gin and tonic, thank you,” I said, watching his face for any sign of recognition. There was none. It was clear as he saw me—I was just another date. Just another woman that he had picked up.
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As he chatted about his job and recent travels, I nodded along, my mind racing ahead to the plan unfolding around us. The bar was filling up quickly.
Justin continued to speak, and I began to space out—remembering moments from high school.
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Like the one time when the dull echo of my footsteps in the empty high school corridor seemed louder than usual, reverberating off the lockers with a metallic chill.
I clutched my books tightly to my chest, my eyes downcast, trying to make myself invisible. The memory of Justin’s harsh laughter from earlier that day still stung, a cruel reminder of my daily ordeal.
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As I turned the corner, I could hear the muffled sounds of other students, their voices light and carefree. I approached the bathroom, a temporary refuge where I could gather myself away from prying eyes and sharp tongues.
I could never eat in the cafeteria. They would all look at me and laugh.
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I remember pushing the bathroom door open, the familiar scent of industrial cleaner mixed with a hint of floral air freshener greeted me. I checked the stalls quickly—empty—and allowed myself a moment to lean against the cool tile wall, exhaling slowly.
The tears came then, quietly at first, then with a shuddering force I couldn’t contain. It wasn’t just the words that Justin had hurled at me—it was the relentless, grinding down of my spirit, day after day.
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Bringing me back to the present, Justin asked if I wanted to leave the bar after our drink and get something to eat at the many food stalls outside. Younger me would never, but I was different now.
As he asked for the bill, Justin began to hound the waitress.
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“I need you to hurry up,” he told her. “We’ve got places to be and you’re just taking up my time. Could you do your job any slower?”
She blinked back tears and went to get the bill.
“My ex-girlfriend was just like that,” he said, turning to me. “Her eyes would well up whenever I said anything.”
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The evening ended with me leaving Justin outside the bar, claiming that I had a headache and needed to sleep it off.
I was disappointed that I didn’t get my revenge.
At home, I sat with my laptop in bed and decided to take another shot at having my revenge against Justin. I logged onto Facebook and created an event—adding everyone who had gone to high school with us.
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I planned the reunion, making the bar that I had just left the location for our meeting. When the event was created, many of my ex-classmates indicated that they would be there—there were many shares and by the next morning, the number of people attending had grown.
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On the day of the reunion, I spent a while getting dressed. This was a big moment. This was for everyone to see that I was the best version of myself—and that I was confident in my own skin.
At the bar, I went straight to the bartender and made sure that the bill would be sent to Justin at the end of the evening, giving his name and number.
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After a while, Justin came up to me with a big grin on his face.
“You seem different, have we met before?” he asked, slurping his drink.
He didn’t even have the decency to remember me from drinks the previous week.
The irony of his words almost made me laugh, but I kept my composure.
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“I get that a lot,” I deflected. “Maybe I just have one of those faces.”
Justin laughed, shrugging as he turned to signal the bartender for another round.
“But you do know me,” I said. “You really haven’t changed, have you, Justin?”
“What do you mean?”
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“Just that you’ve always had this way of making people feel less,” I pressed on, my resolve hardening with each word. “Like how you talk to the waitress, or how you joked about your ex the other night.”
Justin’s face hardened when he realized who I was—but still, I was merely the girl from the dating app, not the one who had been bullied by him before.
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“What? Oh! Jen!” he said, his face contorting.
“Do you remember Jennifer from high school?” I asked loudly, hoping that people would be listening. “The girl that you tormented. The girl that you made sure knew how different she was from everyone else. That she didn’t fit your cruel standards.”
His face went pale, his eyes widening as realization dawned, connecting the past with the present.
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“I’m that Jennifer,” I said. “And tonight, I wanted you to see exactly who I have become, despite your best efforts to break me down.”
Justin stood up, his mouth opening and closing, searching for something to say but finding nothing. Around us, the expressions from our classmates ranged from shock to support, their eyes fixed on us.
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“I hope one day you’ll understand the weight of your words, how deeply they can cut,” I said.
Turning on my heel, I left him standing there stupidly, the bill for the drinks being the least of his worries.
Finally, I had done it.
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What would you have done?
I Thought My Parents Arranged a Surprise Party to Celebrate My Graduation, but the Reality Left Me Speechless
I Thought My Parents Arranged a Surprise Party to Celebrate My Graduation, but the Reality Left Me Speechless
Growing up in the shadow of her older sister’s achievements, Martha never imagined the night of her biggest triumph would be eclipsed by an unexpected engagement. But in the aftermath of hurt and rivalry, a journey of self-discovery and healing began.
Since we were kids, my sister, Mia, and I have been in this silent competition, thanks to our parents. She’s three years older than me, so she always hit those big milestones first. And every time she did, it was a huge celebration. My achievements? Not so much.
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I remember when Mia graduated from college. Our parents threw a huge party. There were balloons, streamers, and a big banner that said, “Congratulations!” They even rented a hall for the after-party. I was proud of her, but I also felt a bit jealous. Would I ever get the same kind of recognition?
Three days ago, I graduated with my master’s degree. It was a tough journey though sleepless nights, endless research papers, and a lot of stress. But I did it. I was excited to share this moment with my family.
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My parents had been acting secretive, dropping hints about a surprise celebration. They told me they would come home early and that I could hang out with friends and Mia for a bit. But they made sure we would be home at a specific time. They even sent texts to remind us, which made me even more excited.
As we pulled up to the house, my heart was racing. The driveway was packed with cars, and I felt a surge of happiness. Maybe this time, it was my turn to be celebrated. Mia and I exchanged glances, and she gave me a reassuring smile.
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We walked to the front door, and I could hear faint murmurs from inside. I took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. My hand trembled slightly as I turned it.
The door swung open, and my excitement quickly turned to confusion. The room was filled with candles, flowers, and balloons.
But instead of celebrating my graduation, everyone was focused on Mia’s boyfriend, who was down on one knee with a ring in his hand. Our parents stood nearby, beaming with pride and excitement.
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“Will you marry me, Mia?” he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.
Mia gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. “Yes! Yes, I will!”
Everyone cheered, and I forced a smile, clapping along with them. Inside, I felt that familiar sting. The same feeling I’ve had for as long as I can remember. I was never quite enough in our parents’ eyes.
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I joined the celebration, trying my best to look happy. I hugged Mia and congratulated her, even though my heart wasn’t in it. Our parents were over the moon, showering her with praise and attention. I stood on the sidelines, feeling like an afterthought.
As the evening wore on, I found myself drifting through the party, smiling and nodding at the right moments, but my mind was elsewhere. I thought about all the times I had worked so hard, only to have my achievements overshadowed by Mia’s. It wasn’t her fault, but it still hurt.
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When it was finally time to cut the cake, my parents called everyone into the dining room. The cake was beautiful, decorated with flowers and a tiny engagement ring on top. I watched as Mia and her fiancé cut the first slice, everyone around them cheering and taking photos.
I felt a lump in my throat and excused myself, needing a moment alone. I wandered through the house, memories of past celebrations swirling in my mind. Each one was a reminder of how I had always been in Mia’s shadow.
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Later that night, as the celebration continued, I slipped out onto the back porch. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the crowded house. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts.
That night, after the initial excitement had settled and everyone had gone to bed, my sister knocked on my door. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, sitting down next to me on my bed.
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“I’m sorry,” she began, her voice soft and sincere. “I didn’t know they were going to do this today. I wanted your graduation to be your moment.”
I looked at her, the frustration and hurt I felt bubbling to the surface. “It’s not your fault. I’m happy for you, really. It’s just… I worked so hard for this degree, and it feels like they don’t see me.”
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She nodded, understanding flashing in her eyes. “I get it. Growing up, it always felt like we were in this unspoken competition, and it wasn’t fair to either of us. I love you, and I’ve always been proud of you, even if Mom and Dad didn’t always show it.”
Hearing those words from her was a balm to my wounded heart. “I love you too,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. “I guess I just wanted them to see me the way they see you.”
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She hugged me tightly, and in that moment, the years of rivalry and comparison seemed to melt away. “You’re amazing,” she whispered. “And you don’t need their validation to prove it.”
The next morning, I woke up feeling a mix of emotions. My sister’s words from the night before had planted a seed of realization in my mind. It wasn’t about competing with her or seeking our parents’ approval. It was about recognizing my own worth and achievements for what they were.
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I decided to talk to my parents. I found them in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and still glowing from the previous night’s excitement.
“Can we talk?” I asked, my voice steady but firm.
They looked at each other, a bit surprised, and nodded. We sat down at the table, and I took a deep breath.
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“I’m really happy for my sister and her engagement,” I began. “But I need to tell you how I feel. Yesterday was supposed to be a celebration of my hard work and achievements. Instead, it turned into something else, and it hurt.”
My parents exchanged glances, the realization dawning on them. “We didn’t mean to overshadow your accomplishment,” my mom said, reaching out to take my hand. “We’re so proud of you, but we got caught up in the excitement of the proposal.”
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My dad nodded in agreement. “We should have done things differently. We’re sorry.”
Their apologies were sincere, and for the first time, I felt like they were truly seeing me. It wasn’t just about this one event—it was about a lifetime of feeling like I was living in my sister’s shadow. I knew it would take time, but this conversation was a step toward healing.
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In the weeks that followed, I focused on celebrating my own achievements. I threw a small party with friends, basking in the recognition and support from those who had been there for me all along. My relationship with my sister grew stronger as we both worked to support each other, rather than compete.
The experience taught me a valuable lesson about self-worth and the importance of seeking validation from within.
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It reminded me that my journey is unique and deserves to be celebrated, no matter what. And most importantly, it showed me that true success isn’t measured by comparisons, but by personal growth and fulfillment.
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