Listen, this may be more of a petty revenge story instead of an AITA. This happened two years ago and I don’t really feel bad about it, but I’m going to write it like an AITA post because it’s the best way to explain this for the post. PS pls reenact this lol

Some back story:

I’m the oldest daughter and the oldest granddaughter on my dad’s side of the family. I’m closer to 30 and my uncle’s kids are 16 (call her Leann) and 13 (Amy) have been raised by our grandmother (65). We grew up next door to each other so me, Amy, Leann, and my siblings were always close especially as far as cousins go. (“That’s my cousin” shoutout here)

Me being the oldest, I always felt like a pseudo-parent. This heightened as I got further into adulthood and the red flags became worse and were brought to my attention.

Without going too much into detail for their sake, Leann began telling me about abuse going on in the home by our grandma primarily and her giving the ok to other people to also be abusive to Leann and Amy. We live several hours away from each other now so when a physical altercation happened, I had no other choice but to call the police and CPS asking for help. When you call the police, they’ll take your name and number in case they need further info. They’re not supposed to share this with the person they’re questioning for safety purposes, but that’s the first thing the cop did was tell the grandma who called.

I didn’t care for our grandma on a deep level. She just wasn’t a good person. So it would’ve been fine if it didn’t mean losing contact with our cousins. That night, the grandma messaged me on Facebook that I was a terrible person and I “always make a mess of things.” It’s something I’d heard before when I spoke up for myself and others in the family, while many just wanted to be enablers to abusers.

So…I decided to make a mess of things. I ordered a glitter bomb.

There’s a lot of options for those, in case you didn’t know. Extra bouncy spring so it goes everywhere. Finely shredded glitter so it’s extra hard to clean up. Even the packaging can be made to look like a beauty product. Naturally, I paid for all of the above.

It wasn’t until a week later that I heard anything about it. My grandma messaged my mom and sisters that I’d done a horrible thing and sent her a “weapon” that took the eye out of Leann. According to her, Leann opened it and the glitter sprung out of the container at such a high velocity that she had to be rushed to the emergency room and her eye was severely damaged. She even had other family members get in on saying this.

My mom and sisters told me this, worried about Leann having to live the life of a pirate from here on out, and me potentially being sued for assault. I didn’t think it was true at all though. They say I shouldn’t have added fire to fire but I say let it burn, baby! Honestly I wish they’d laughed about it with me since she’d always been god awful to us all.

AITA for thinking this is funny and I’m not worried about what the grandma is saying? Should I not have sent it?

‼️ UPDATE ‼️

It wasn’t until almost a full year later that I found out what happened. Honestly, I never thought I would and picturing it was enough for me, but I’m so happy to give the update. The grandma was lying about Leann having her eye damaged. SHOCKER.

Here’s what really happened: Grandma went to the post office to pick up her mail and must’ve been really excited to open up the nice looking package because when she got home, she opened it IN HER CAR. Double spring loaded. Finely shredded glitter. And did I mention I got the larger size? DOUBLE GLITTER.

It was also the middle of summer in humid, thick, southern heat. I was told neither Leann or Amy were in the car at the time, but they saw their grandma completely covered in sweat, unbridled rage, and glitter. She was screaming, cussing, and it. Was. Everywhere. Her hair, her entire upper body, even tracking it into her house. The car still had glitter a year later when I was told this.

The eye damage bit was just an attempt to scare me or get someone to admit it was me. Luckily no one did. Apparently she spent all day on the phone with the post office trying to track down the sender or company, but it’s very anonymous. I feel so bad for the postal worker who had to explain how mail works. For that, I’m sorry to them.

Otherwise, I’d do it again <3