My sister In-Law, Mandy, has never been a great judge of character when it comes to men. She’s had a string of rocky relationships owing to the fact (in my opinion) that she tends to go for ‘bad-boys’. My wife, Sian (Mandy’s older Sister) has always been protective of Mandy and she hates seeing her get hurt time and again. Sian tries not to interfere but recently it all became a little too much to handle when Mandy introduced us to her latest boyfriend, Dillon. As usual the relationship had rocketed along at a hundred miles an hour and Mandy had already moved in with the boy.
Dillon was certainly what most would deem ‘tall, dark and handsome’ and he seemed nice at first but that soon changed. We first started noticing things weren’t right when Sian called Mandy one day on her mobile and Dillon answered. He sounded gruff and annoyed as though he were just arguing with Mandy and he was really rude to my wife, basically hanging up on her mid-sentence.
The next time we noticed something was amiss was during a night out we’d organised with just Sian, myself, Mandy and Dillon. In fact it was Mandy who wanted to get us all together as when Sian mentioned the abrupt phone call in passing, Mandy said that we should get to know Dillon as he was nothing like her other boyfriends.
The evening started out okay and we chatted over our starters happily at first. Mandy took a little while choosing a glass of wine to have with her main and Dillon was clearly annoyed. “Just order something!” he snapped after huffing and puffing for a while, Mandy just seemed oblivious to the outburst.
As the night progressed and more wine was consumed, Dillon’s true colours were revealed in sickening clarity. He started belittling Mandy at every turn, telling little stories about Mandy with the sole purpose of making her look stupid. Sian and I went into damage control and tried to be positive when all we wanted to do was to tell the guy he was a jerk. Mandy had begged Sian and I to be nice to Dillon and in hindsight I don’t know how we bit our tongues all night.
Sian and I got home that night and decided that we couldn’t sit back and let Mandy fall victim to this guy. She had become acclimatised to these types over the years and her self esteem was at an all-time low. We talked for half the night about what we could do. After hours of planning and scheming we came up with something devious but effective.
In Sian’s family, everyone has the keys to everyone else’s homes in case of emergency. I work at night so during the early afternoon (when I knew no one would be home at Mandy and Dillon’s) I snuck in and left the bomb-shell that I knew would see Dillon running for the hills. It was just a piece of paper with some information on it that Sian and I had compiled together. I left the document on the kitchen bench as I knew that Dillon would get home before Mandy and he would undoubtedly head to the kitchen for a snack as most blokes do. I left the apartment and hoped for the best.
Mandy called Sian later that night in tears as Dillon had apparently packed his bags and left without explanation. Sian went over to comfort Mandy and she later told me that she had to search high and low for our document but found it in the garbage bin in the kitchen.
Sian used to work as a nurse so it was no problem getting her hands on paper with a medical centre letter head. I typed up a sufficiently official looking set of ‘test results’ for Mandy including not one, but two, sexually transmitted diseases which Dillon clearly took exception to.
We never heard from him again and to this day Mandy doesn’t know about our deception. She’s with a boy who treats her with compassion and respect now and she’s a lot happier.
Meddling is not usually our thing but in this instance it worked a treat.
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