My entitled landlord tries to sue me over false claims that I had ruined his townhouse

and that I was responsible for this guy's negligence, but I was not about to take that sitting down.

So not only did I take him to court and win, but I forced him to pay me back all the money that he owed me,

and I've never been more satisfied to take anyone down in my life.

Here's what happened.

So for a bit of background, my first husband was not a very nice man.

For six years, I was belittled and basically a baby factory for him.

He was a fantastic father, but he was a horrible husband.

After he finally got his heirs, I was then treated even worse,

until I finally woke up and decided to leave him.

Now this revenge story is not about him, but I had to set the scene of what's going to happen.

I moved out from the house, taking my clothes, my car, and my computer.

I had nothing.

I stayed at my best friend's house for a couple of weeks before I was able to line up

in awful townhouse with roommates.

I had no furniture, and my bed was a cat urine smelling free couch I was able to score.

I wound up with about three or four jobs, with one of them being full time.

And once a week, I would not even be able to sleep a night between jobs,

meaning I was having to stay up for almost 48 hours a day.

Now, fast forward to one year later, and my divorce is finalized,

and I had fulfilled my year's lease from my townhouse.

By this time from all my hard work, I had furnished the home.

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