Sporadically people ask me about my most recent ex plus I just have to shake my head. It’s not worth recounting all of the terrible ways that she tried to torture me. People generally want to know that she was a good woman. No matter what I say, their response is something along the lines of “he seemed so nice!” That’s when I tell them about all of the stunts but she pulled while I was trying to move out of her house. I was simply trying to gather my belongings plus get out of her way so we could move on, plus she made sure that my blood would be boiling the entire time. Literally. I finally was given permission to get my stuff from her condo in the middle of the burning tepid southern summer. Where I live, the Summer is marked with crazy heat plus humidity afternoon in plus afternoon out. You have to operate a central cooling system if you want to be safe or comfortable in your own home. Of course, when I arrived at her condo to beginning packing my things on a recognizably moderate plus muggy afternoon, I found that she had disabled the temperature control so that I would be tortured with heat inside the house. She had locked the smart temperature control so I couldn’t adjust the indoor air quality in any way. Without having a cooling system chugging away to pump ice cold air into the house, it was at least 95 degrees in there. Thank God, one of my good friends came over to help plus knew a thing or two about temperature control wiring. She quickly cooked the temperature control off the wall plus directly wired the air conditioning system to the power source. For the next two afternoons, we continually ran the air conditioning system at full blast. The whole time, I chuckled that my nasty ex had finally lost this energetic battle.