When I discovered Tim had thrown away my paintings, it felt like a piece of my soul had been ripped away. Each stroke of paint, each color combination, each image on the canvas represented hours of joy, frustration, and fulfillment. But to him, they were nothing but “junk.”
A Moment of Realization
That evening, exhausted from work, I decided to revisit an old painting that I believed had more potential. The idea of reworking it filled me with a rare excitement. However, my anticipation turned to horror when I descended into the basement, only to find it empty. The walls were bare, the shelves clean, and my paintings—gone. I stood there in shock, a cold sense of loss washing over me. How could he do this? How could he erase a part of my life so carelessly?
Confrontation and Anger
I stormed upstairs, fury bubbling inside me. There he was, lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football game, a bag of chips in hand. “Tim! Where are my f***ing paintings?” I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.
He glanced at me nonchalantly and said, “Oh, honey, relax. You should be thanking me for taking out that junk.”
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His dismissive attitude was the final straw. I exploded in anger, yelling at him, but he remained unbothered, barely acknowledging my distress. It was clear he didn’t understand or care about the pain he’d caused.
The Plan for Revenge
As I stood there, seething, a plan began to form in my mind. If he could so casually discard something that meant so much to me, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine. I decided to retaliate in a way that would hit him where it hurt the most.
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The next day, I waited until Tim left for work. Fueled by a sense of righteous indignation, I methodically gathered all his cherished belongings—his prized football memorabilia, his vintage record collection, even his favorite recliner. I loaded everything into the back of my car and drove to the nearest charity shop. Watching the workers unload his precious items, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Let’s see how he likes it, I thought.
Weatherman Stops Broadcasting To Save Woman Stuck In Deadly Hurricane Helene Flood
Weatherman Bob Van Dillen likely knew it was going to be an eventful night covering Hurricane Helene for Fox as the Category 4 storm made landfall, but he couldn’t have imagined just how eventful it would get.
Van Dillen was doing a live national standup in Atlanta early this morning with a flooded roadway as a backdrop.
“You can see right here we’ve got this lady that drove into the area that’s flooded out and she’s screaming right now,” he told the Fox & Friends studio hosts. After describing the scene for a few more seconds with the sound of the woman’s voice in the background, Van Dillen told the audience, “I just called 911. The fire department is coming.”
He then turned to try and comfort the woman assuring her help is on the way before cutting his live shot short, telling the studio, “It’s a situation. We’ll get back to you in a bit. I’m going to see if I can help this lady out.”
Cut to video of Van Dillen carrying the woman on his back through chest deep floodwaters before literally giving her the shirt off his back so she could get warm.
Van Dillen wasn’t the only hero who braved the storm.
A U.S. Coastguard rescue helicopter flew out into the hurricane to save a man and his dog on a disabled sailboat.
Elsewhere, on Atlanta resident was caught on video using a sleeping air mattress as a life raft as rescue workers patrolled the chest-high floodwaters saving people.
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