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Soldier Gets Best Revenge After His Wife Cheated on Him With 60 Guys





We all dream of finding our soul mate — that person who doesn’t just wipe out your loneliness but also enriches your life with their presence. True love is hard to find and a soldier, who goes by the name “Frizzmaster,” thought he had found it at one point in his life.

Unfortunately, Frizzmaster didn’t exactly get the happily-ever-after scenario that he was hoping for. It turns out that the woman whom he thought was the love of his life was actually an opportunist who was unfaithful at every turn. She eventually tried to destroy his reputation by hurling all sorts of accusations at him.

So, how did Frizzmaster manage to detach himself from a toxic individual who only used him for her convenience? Read his almost-unbelievable story in his own words.

A Soldier’s Heartbreak: A Beautiful Love Story Turns Very, Very Ugly


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At first, I thought she was all I could ever ask for in a woman. Sweet, caring, one hell of a cuddler. She didn’t really like video games like I do, but she made an effort to get into them so we can spend time together doing something we both enjoy. Let’s call her, “Thundercunt” or TC for short.

I met TC through one of the other soldiers I worked with — whom I will call BB (Battle Buddy), since he was not at fault in this.

It was in the middle of the week. I had just finished a work order and was taking a quick break for a drink of water. I heard BB asking a few other soldiers if they were open for a date for the coming weekend.

It started with a movie date.


Now, I knew from a few other friends that BB was straight, so I was curious as to why he was asking. Long story short: BB had a female friend who was looking for a date for a movie that weekend. I offered to go with his friend (BIG mistake). She and I hit it off rather well and we continued to see each other in the coming months.

At that point, there hadn’t been enough time for me to consider marriage yet, but then she had some ailments (seizures, and they were legit) that seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. Since these only seemed to happen in her sleep, and my command wouldn’t let me stay off-post with her without being married… LIGHTBULB! We got a courtroom wedding two weeks later.

They got married rather quickly.


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The added bonus? Not only could I stay with her while she slept to be ready in case of another episode, but my Tricare would fully cover her medical costs. I was happy, she was happy.

Then, I started noticing things. Things like her needing to take her mother to the doctor’s office quite frequently (her mother was sickly, so I didn’t think much of it at first) or needing to head to the Walmart that was one town over because the one in our town didn’t have what she needed in stock. Things like the car I bought and let her use seen parked in a lot next to several different trailer parks in a month. Well, as luck would have it, right as I started to get suspicious, I came down on orders to Permanent Change of Station (PCS) to Korea.

I spent a year in Korea, then came down on orders for Texas. I went there. It was there that I found out exactly what was going on, courtesy of her mom, brother, her aunt, and uncle.

He noticed that she started acting "strange."


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This woman was sleeping with 60 (not even kidding in the slightest) different men, most of them soldiers. Her excuse to her family was “Frizzmaster is gay, and doesn’t want to come out. So, he’s pointing out the men I can sleep with, since he knows that they’re clean.” So, basically, this woman was using me as a paycheck and meal ticket, and screwing everything with a pulse that happens to be male.

The icing on the cake is that two weeks after I get the “good news,” she calls me and confesses to cheating on me…once. The only reason she confessed? She was pregnant. There was no way I could be the father, given that I was in a different state at the time. Later on, it was pretty obvious that the baby’s father was African American. I am very much not African American.

She got pregnant by an African American.


Well, things happened and I went back home (without her knowing) and removed my belongings from the house I bought, to keep her from selling them once she realized what I was about to do. I started divorce proceedings.

I saw her BOYFRIEND (not the baby’s father, new guy entirely) driving my car. So, I enlisted the help of her aunt and uncle to get my car back. They pulled up behind him in a parking lot, got out and talked to him. I then walked up from the other side of the parking lot. Her uncle then asked the guy if he could take a look at the car keys and, upon receiving them, began taking the car key off of the ring and waved me forward. I walked up, took the car key from him, looked at the guy, and said, “Hi, my name is Frizzmaster and this is my car. I’m taking it now.” I waved him over to the sidewalk, removed everything from the car that didn’t have my name on it, left the items with him, then got in my car and drove off.

I found out later that day that he had packed everything and left her. Apparently, he had been living in my house, eating my food, sleeping in my bed, and WEARING MY CLOTHES. Plus, she had been using the money I sent her every month to pay for his court costs and child support costs.

She told so many lies.


Well, months went by, our court date came up, and my lawyer recommended that I file for sole use of the vehicle and the property, since it was obvious that she had committed adultery and didn’t have a leg to stand on. We went to court, she counter-filed for the exact same privilege. Then, since she refused to release the results of a paternity test, I got stonewalled. The exact words used by the judge were: “I’m sorry, but without proof of paternity of the child, I cannot, in good conscience, approve either of these motions. So, we set a new date for a private hearing with the judge, and we waited.

Nearly three months went by and then the court date was finally near. I walked into the courthouse, met up with my lawyer (who had a demonic glint in his eye at the time, and I was about to find out why).

The court was called to order and the divorce trial commenced. Here, I found out just what had given my lawyer the twinkle in his eye earlier on. He proceeded to ask TC a series of questions, including: “Is my client the father of your child?” When was the child conceived?” “Where was my client during the time at which your child was conceived?” “Do you know who the father of your child is?” “Have you received child support from the father of your child?” Basically, he questioned her into a legal corner in which she either had to answer truthfully, or lie and suffer the legal ramifications of perjury in the face of easily provable evidence.

She answered truthfully (lucky for her), and the court case continued. She presented her argument, littered with dirt she was trying to throw on me, insults to my person, questions about my sexual orientation, and claims that I was having a relationship with her 18-year-old cousin.

She turned nasty, but he refused to play her game.


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I, falling back on my military training, simply sat up straight, folded my hands in front of me on the table, and stared at a spot on the wall slightly above the judges’ left shoulder. I answered every question asked of me, offered no personal opinions, threw no dirt, and refused to sink to her level and question her sexuality. Subsequently, she had a more and more confused look on her face as I refrained from bad-mouthing her like she was doing me, and the divorce trial went by rather fast.

At the conclusion of the trial, the judge looked over the paperwork submitted one last time, then looked to the both of us. “Are there any closing remarks or claims that need to be made?”

TC made one last parting swipe about me currently living with her aunt and uncle (I had rented my own apartment months ago, after finishing my military time and going back home). I merely shook my head and resumed staring at the wall.

The judge told her to stay away from him.


The judge took one last look over the papers, set them down, and spoke the greatest words I have ever heard in my life:

“Well, looking over the evidence and testimonies presented, there really is only one decision I can come to. Mr. Frizzmaster, I am approving your motions for exclusive use of the vehicle and property, upon undeniable evidence of adultery.The only one of your motions I am granting today is your request for a no-contact order and that is more for Mr. Frizzmaster’s benefit than your own. You seemed very combative and willing to cause him legal damage that he was not due, and your repeated attempts to over-talk me while I was reviewing the paperwork did not speak well of you. You no longer have a claim to either the property or the vehicle, and will not contact Mr. Frizzmaster unless it is to have him clarify which items do not belong to you.”

TC had the audacity to work up a sniffle and ask the judge, “But where do I go? What do I do for a place to live?” The judge looked back at her and replied, “Well, you have 30 days to figure that out, after which you will not set foot on that property again, or else you will be held in contempt of court.”

The best revenge: Moving on with your dignity intact.


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It’s heartbreaking whenever a marriage ends in divorce. Then again, with Frizzmaster’s story, it’s even more heartbreaking if you continue to stay with a person who only uses you. Although it’s tempting to do all sorts of nasty things to exes who betray our trust, you’ll find out that the best revenge is to keep your dignity intact and move on. Ditch the people who only suck you dry in every way.

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