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yes, it is wrong; however i did it once and that really did me good. I felt powerful.
To cut the story short, I had been going out with that biatch for about two years when i had to leave my native city for work. I had to go away and i'm talking about 500 kms away.
She chose to come with me , which was fair enough as nothing really tied her to that place and then she needed to get closer to Paris too for work.
In June we went together to look for a flat and found one; not very big but good enough to start with.
I moved there in august and she was supposed to join me there mid august. One day i went to get her and this is when she told me she wouldn't go cuz she had been seeing somebody else for a week behind me back (obviously).
When she told me , I somehow kept my self-control and said next to nothing and just left with dignity.
However half of her stuff was already up there in the new flat.
Now she was a student film maker and a year before i had bought her a supa dupa PC with all sorts of editing software she needed to do her fims (cuz i'm nice like that).
When I came back to my place, i decided to delete al her reels, rough shots, edited films, ALL HER FILMING STUFF. About two years worth of work. No external back up. No way to get them back.
I just formatted the PC.
A couple of weeks later, she came with a firend to get her stuff and i told her she couldn't get the PC back. She told me she could at least get her files back. I broke the news and she started crying, begging me to give to her. I kicked her out, literally. And threw the rest of her clothes and shit through the window for her to pick up miserably.
She went away and tried to contact me a few weeks, and then months later to tell me she was sorry and shit. I'm convinced she never thought i had really deleted her stuff.
But i did.
crazy.
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