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Sabotage Sally Part one and two

Posted by twocents 
Sabotage Sally Part one and two
September 16, 2021
It has been a couple of years but I think it is time to post this. Again...

PART THE FIRST:

Introducing Sabotage Sally IN: The Final Straw (TW - miscarriage/stillbirth)
Note the warning in the title. This story is absolutely not for people who dislike reading about reproductive misadventures. It's kind of horrible in several different directions.

(This story takes place about two years ago. Please keep that in mind when commenting; it is not a present-and-immediate situation.)

I have a friend who, for various medical reasons, was never going to have biological kids. Her odds of being able to safely carry viable offspring to full term were extremely low. She'd had more than one early miscarriage, and two pregnancies that went beyond twenty weeks inflicted horrendous complications on her before ending in stillbirths. To avoid further trouble, she and her husband implemented a program of hormonal birth control, condom use, and calendar-watching to avoid conception, with all of the rigor and care that most couples put into attempting to conceive. Their personal situations had not, at the time of this story, allowed for permanent sterilization for either of them. They had discussed adoption as a maybe-in-the-future thing, but they had accepted the situation.

Her mother, however, had not accepted the situation.

Her mother, who had access to my friend's house for a couple of months due to the holidays, sabotaged my friend's birth control and ran pins into the couple's stash of condoms. How do they know this? Because her mother fucking admitted it, gleefully even, when her daughter shared the (to her, dire) news of her gravid state. This woman was over the fucking moon with joy at the prospect of becoming a grandmother. Never mind that all of her daughter's previous pregnancies had ended in disaster! She was certain that THIS TIME it would be viable and perfect and she'd have a graaaaandbaaaaabyyyy at last!!!

Delusional twit. (She'd been deliriously happy on the other occasions, too, and then sobbed and and fussed while my friend took the losses with quiet dignity.)

My friend's husband, upon hearing what she'd done, called her "Sabotage Sally", and the name has stuck.

The revenge which was visited upon Sabotage Sally was truly hideous. This... actually makes me a little uncomfortable. You've been warned.

My friend became unwell, as she'd expected from previous experience, and she miscarried at week 15. She made an appointment with her OBGYN for a follow-up exam, and "accidentally" let slip the date and time of the appointment (but not the exact reason for it) while talking to her FM sister, knowing that the information would be sped straight back to their mother.

On the day of the appointment, her car broke down, and she asked me for a ride. She warned me that it was possible that Sabotage Sally would put in an appearance, and asked me to play it cool. "I'm going to deal with her once and for all," she said with a chillingly ruthless note in her voice. I decided that the less I knew, the more plausible deniability I'd have, and my keen sense of self-preservation told me that I really wanted that sweet, sweet plausible deniability.

As my friend had anticipated, Sabotage Sally was there in the waiting room, completely fucking uninvited and unwelcome, all big smiles and open arms. Sally's smile faltered briefly when her daughter ignored her and just walked up to the receptionist to sign in. Sally sat down beside us and tried to get my friend to talk to her, smiling and bubbling and being ever so happy, chattering about colors for the nursery, birth plans, diet plans to ensure a healthy pregnancy, homeopathic and naturopathic preparations that would supposedly help, all sorts of shit, while my friend grey-rocked like Krak des Chevaliers.

When she went into the back for her appointment, Sally turned to me. "What's wrong with [friend's name]? Is she worried? She shouldn't worry! She'll be a great mom! She'll have a beautiful healthy baby!"

I couldn't stop myself from pointing out that she had been down this road before and it hadn't ended well, and that she was already having trouble with gestational illness. That got blown off with a casual wave of the hand and exclamations about how everything would go just fine, she just had to take care of herself and eat properly and take the things Sabotage Sally wanted her to take (because eating kale and taking homeopathic horseshit cures you of having actual physical issues that interfere directly with pregnancy, I suppose) and everything would be fiiiiiiiiine. Sally was sooooo excited! She was going to be a graaaaandmother! I took a page from my friend's book and imitated a medieval fortification, and Sally turned her overflowing self-centered delight onto the handful of other women who were there to have their ladyparts tuned up. There was a general air of mild discomfort at her enthusiasm, especially from the extremely pregnant lady who had to physically fend her off to avoid having her belly rubbed without permission by this wildly grinning stranger.

Eventually, my friend walked out of the back, moving a little stiffly (speculums are fun), and we left the office. The office was in one of those larger buildings where a bunch of different medical specialties have separate suites. As we crossed the foyer with Sabotage Sally tagging along behind us, still babbling about her far-ranging plans for her wonderful perfect healthy etc etc etc graaaandbaaaabyyyy, my friend stopped short.

I swear that thunder rolled ominously in the distance.

She turned around to face her beaming mother. She reached into her purse, pulled out a bag with a biological waste label on it and a small, bloody... thing inside of it, and shoved the bag into Sabotage Sally's hands.

"Here you go," she said, loud and clear. "HERE'S YOUR FUCKING GRANDCHILD."

Sabotage Sally stared for a blank moment, then screamed like a cat on a hot stove and dropped the bag, bursting into horrified shrieking sobs. Other people in the foyer stared in alarm.

"You knew what I've gone through before, and you still sabotaged my birth control, put my life at risk, and put me and Husband through an emotional wringer. Don't you talk to me about grandchildren ever again," my friend said in a voice so cold that interstellar space would feel like summer in the Mojave Desert. Then she turned to me, said "Let's go," and sailed out the front door. I followed her, stunned, and my last glimpse of Sabotage Sally that day was of the woman dropping to her knees, grabbing the bag back up off the floor, and blubbering hysterically over it.

In the car, I looked at her. "They didn't actually give you--"

"No, of course they didn't! There wasn't anything left in me, anyway. I just got the bag off of Amazon and put a little piece of ground beef in it." She grinned frightfully, without a trace of humor, just glacial satisfaction. "And my doctor says that I'll be good to go for a tubal ligation in a couple of weeks. They'll call me to schedule."

(EDIT: I was reminded of Rule 2 and had to go through and pull out my friend's name. Many apologies!)

(EDIT 2: I've been made aware that Minq.com snatched this story without asking, or even notifying me. Gee, thanks, clickbait arseholes!)

PART THE SECOND:

All warnings there apply here; there's still talk about miscarriage. Sorry. I answered some questions in the comments, and have been urged to write this follow-up to consolidate information.

Disclaimer: I was not an eyewitness to all of this. I have heard it from my friend, her husband, and her sister, at varying times, and the accounts match up, so I am reasonably certain that it's all a truthful version of events. However, I am under direct orders from my friend and her husband to "write it like you do, GeneralBystander" for maximum readability.

My friend has a younger brother and a younger sister. The younger sister (YS from here on) still lives with Sabotage Sally, and is, I believe, the "Lost Child"--neither Golden Child nor Scapegoat, she acts as a Flying Monkey double agent of sorts, bringing information on her siblings to her mother for praise and attention, then turning right around and relaying information back to her siblings.

When we last left Sabotage Sally, she was sobbing hysterically over a biohazard bag with a dime-sized wad of bloody ground beef in it, crumpled on her knees in the foyer of a medical building, as was proper given what she did.

The day after this "Carthago Delenda Est" takedown, YS called my friend to say, "Mom is having a total nervous breakdown. What did you do?"

My friend counter-questioned with "What's she doing?"

YS: "She came home with this little plastic bag and put it in the freezer. She's been crying and freaking out and won't tell me what's going on. She won't even let me go near the fridge. What did you do to her?"

My friend explained.

YS, laughing: "Okay, she totally deserved that. But... look, maybe you should tell her so she doesn't bury it or enshrine it or something disgusting? She's completely freaking out."

"Sure," my friend said. I envision her eyes glowing like embers and curls of smoke drifting from the corners of a Kali-esque grin.

She called her mother. Sally reportedly burst into tears at the mere sound of her voice, but my friend kept her tone level and calm and just raised her volume to be heard over the wailing.

Friend: "Mother. MOTHER. Listen to me. That baggie? It wasn't the fetus. It wasn't even human tissue at all. Are you listening?"

Sabotage Sally (whom I imagine as gouting tears and snot in anime-level quantities): "Wh-wh-what?"

Friend: "It was just a piece of ground beef."

Sally: "What?!"

Friend: "Ground beef. 93% lean."

Sally: "Wha--what--why--WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!"

Friend, dropping all humor: "Oh, no, no, that's my fucking question. What I did to you is nothing compared to what you did to me and to Husband with your little stunt. I meant what I said. Don't ever talk to me about children again. Do you understand?"

Sally: "But I just want--"

Friend: "I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT. HUSBAND DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT. NOBODY GIVES A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT. The only answer we want from you right now is in response to my question, which I will repeat: DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Sally screamed incoherently and heaved the phone across the room. My friend heard the crash of it hitting the wall, and faintly heard Sally shrieking and wailing. The sound receded gradually, was accompanied by other vague noises, and ended with a distant door slam. A few moments later, footsteps approached.

YS: "You there, Sis?"

Friend: "Yeah."

YS: "She's probably heading your way. She got that bag out of the freezer and grabbed her keys."

Friend: "Thanks for the heads-up."

YS: "Keep me posted."

My friend informed her husband that Sabotage Sally had been given the gift of truth, and was most likely on her way to their house to, I quote, "absolutely lose her fucking shit". He nodded solemnly, then went to get his pepper spray and make sure he had 911 on speed dial. He is not a man whom it is easy to flap. Meanwhile, my friend went to the kitchen and made herself a margarita, because why not?

(This next part, I can attest to. They have outdoor security cameras, and I've seen the video. No sound, but I have been informed as to the content.) Sabotage Sally arrived about twenty minutes later, pulling haphazardly into the driveway, and lurched out of the driver's seat. In one hand, she had half a common brick. Red, one-and-a-half holes, looked like she'd picked it up out of the edging of one of her own flower beds.

She stormed towards the house, took up a pitching stance just short of the porch, and hurled the half-brick at the front door with a primal scream. It went "clunk" and scuffed the finish on the door, while Sally wound herself up into a full-blown lawn tantrum. Shouting, screaming, crying, generally pitching a colossal wobbler and probably confusing the neighbors. In fact, in the course of the video, one neighbor's golden retriever popped into view along the property line, looking through the hedge with a "da fuq?" doggy expression.

(No, I can't get the video and share it, no matter how much I wish I could. Many apologies.)

The door opened, and my friend walked out with her margarita in her hand. She glanced down at the half-brick, which had a familiar plastic bag secured to it with a rubber band, then looked at her mother and said, "Oh, hey, Mother. You here for the barbecue? We're just warming up the grill."

Sally continued her tirade. She was so hurt. How could her own daughter be so cruel. Why didn't anyone think of her. She'd tried so hard to raise her kids right. This was so important to her. She just wanted to hold a grandb--

Friend (from whose lips I could actually read the words, on the video): "STOP. RIGHT. FUCKING. THERE."

Sally stopped, more out of surprise than anything else, I suspect.

Friend: "I told you that you were never to speak to me on that subject again. Do you understand?"

Sally: "I WANT A GRANDCH--"

At this point in the video, I could see my friend startle a little, and Sally jumped like she'd had a firecracker shot up her ass. My friend's husband, coming out the door behind her, had just triggered a fucking air horn.

Husband: "Sorry, that answer is incorrect! The correct answer is 'yes, I understand', and also, get the fuck off our property."

Sally: "Do you know what she did?!"

Husband: "Yes. And I know what you did. To us. Now, do you know what I'm going to do to you if you don't get the fuck off our property before I count to... let's say six, shall we? The same number as our dead children, including the most recent one, which is attributable to you? One."

Sally: "How can you--"

Husband, after briefly triggering air horn to shut her up again: "Two."

My friend's husband is, as noted, a fairly unflappable and even-tempered man. He is very much a "Mr. McGee, don't make me angry... you wouldn't like me when I'm angry" type. It would seem that his expression informed Sabotage Sally that a Hulk-out was imminent, because she suddenly shut her gobbling whine-portal and ran towards her car, with his deliberate counting harrying her every step. She fled.

The couple did not speak to Sabotage Sally again for the better part of a year. These days, any time I see my friend and Sabotage Sally in the same room, Sally's usual babbling is all but entirely absent and she looks like she's just heard a "click" from underfoot while strolling across a minefield, while my friend looks like a well-fed jaguar.

The little plastic bag of faux fetus was shredded and eaten by the neighbor's opportunistic golden retriever. (Don't worry, the bag fragments passed without harming the dog.) The scuff mark is still on the door. The half-brick lives on their front porch as a doorstop and has been named "Rockabye Baby".

My friend got her tubal ligation, and after it was confirmed to have been successful, she and her husband took a four-day weekend off of work and packed it chock-full of spontaneous shagging like newlywed minks all over the house.

They are presently working at becoming foster parents and hope to get qualified for it this year.

I hope I covered everything. If I didn't, I'll edit. grinning smiley

3.1k points268 comments

two cents ¢¢

CERTIFIED HOSEHEAD!!!

people (especially women) do not give ONE DAMN about what they inflict on children and I defy anyone to prove me wrong

Dysfunctional relationships almost always have a child. The more dysfunctional, the more children.

A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Sometimes in life it's the only weapon we have. Roger Rabbit

Some mistakes cannot be fixed, but some mistakes can be 'fixed'.

People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one. Leo J. Burke

Re: Sabotage Sally Part one and two
September 16, 2021
This shit belongs on Reddit's NUCLEAR REVENGE!

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Re: Sabotage Sally Part one and two
September 17, 2021
crafty, this is an old post, several years at least. I haven't seen anything from GB for a long time. This is somewhere between nuclear and black hole IMO.

two cents ¢¢

CERTIFIED HOSEHEAD!!!

people (especially women) do not give ONE DAMN about what they inflict on children and I defy anyone to prove me wrong

Dysfunctional relationships almost always have a child. The more dysfunctional, the more children.

A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Sometimes in life it's the only weapon we have. Roger Rabbit

Some mistakes cannot be fixed, but some mistakes can be 'fixed'.

People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one. Leo J. Burke

Re: Sabotage Sally Part one and two
September 17, 2021
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twocents
crafty, this is an old post, several years at least. I haven't seen anything from GB for a long time. This is somewhere between nuclear and black hole IMO.

"GB"?

Oops, just went to Reddit and read General Bystander's comments. Looks like he/she blew up Reddit.

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Passive Aggressive
Master Of Anti-brat
Excuses!
Re: Sabotage Sally Part one and two
September 17, 2021
I'm really hoping this story is true, but I sort of smell Kr8ive writing.
Re: Sabotage Sally Part one and two
September 17, 2021
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mumofsixbirds
I'm really hoping this story is true, but I sort of smell Kr8ive writing.

Ya think?
Re: Sabotage Sally Part one and two
September 19, 2021
I could see some elements being true with a bit of artistic embellishment/license. The writing is definitely much more engaging than the typical reditor.
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