My Aunt Vanished with My ID and Money in Disneyland — I Came Up with the Perfect Revenge on the Train Ride Home

When my aunt Marie invited me to Disneyland Paris to replace a friend who bailed, I was thrilled, despite covering costs. At 16, I became the default babysitter for her twin sons, handling everything while she disappeared to shop. On the last day, she vanished with my crossbody bag—containing my ID, phone, passport, and money—leaving me and one son stranded. Hours later, at the hotel, she left a note: “Gone to dinner. See you on the train.” No apology. Furious, I relied on my dad’s help to get us back. On the train, she offered a stale bread

roll, dismissing my anger. Months later, for a family mountain cabin trip, I booked everyone except her. When she noticed, I calmly said, “I left a note at reception,” mirroring her stunt. She exploded, but I reminded her of her betrayal. We haven’t spoken since, but her kids enjoyed the trip. I shared photos in the family chat, ensuring she saw what she missed. Revenge felt sweet, teaching her not to exploit family again.