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What is going on everyone and welcome to our slash Pro Revenge now imagine yourself in this position your mom has been battling cancer for six months and has sadly passed away your Your landlord though does not care one bit and actually

mocks the death of your mother to your face saying I don't care I just want my money showing

you no compassion whatsoever. What would you do in that situation? Well that is exactly what happens in today's first story.

Mock my mother's death, I'll bankrupt you.

My now ex-wife Kate and I moved to an apartment in 2010. The house as a whole was a renovated townhouse split between two sides with two apartments on the bottom and two apartments upstairs. I wasn't the biggest fan of the apartment as it was a much

older building than I had ever lived in but I quickly adjusted to the woodcree king

throughout the night. On the initial walkthrough we noticed that the only problem

was that there was a dip in the bathroom ceiling.

The landlord, Jay, promised he would get it fixed, A-SAP.

One year to the day since moving in, there was a loud crash at 4 a.m. The bathroom ceiling had collapsed and there was

tiling and wood all over the floor and in the bathtub. Now Kate was typically the

aggressive one while I was more passive and laid back and she kept calling Jay throughout the next day

when she got in touch with him at around 9 p.m. she explained what happened and

insisted that it be fixed immediately. He rebuffed with him yelling that his girlfriend was a lawyer and he didn't need to do anything.

Now this is where I got mad. I went outside and called him myself.

I feigned a relaxed demeanor and at first he began trying to talk to me as a

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