Sometimes people ask me about my most recent ex plus I just have to shake my head.
It’s not worth recounting all of the awful ways that he tried to torture me.
People generally want to feel that he was a nice guy. 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 he pulled while I was trying to move out of his house. I was simply trying to gather my belongings plus get out of his way so my pal and I could move on, plus he made sure that my blood would be boiling the entire time. Literally. I finally was given permission to get my stuff from his house in the middle of the burning hot southern summer. Where I live, the summer time is marked with silly heat plus humidity day in plus day 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 his house to start packing my things on a particularally hot plus muggy day, I found that he had disabled the temperature control so that I would be tortured with heat inside the house. He 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 chilly air into the house, it was at least 95 degrees in there. Thank God, one of my nice friends came over to help plus knew a thing or two about temperature control wiring. He abruptly popped the temperature control off the wall plus directly wired the air conditioner to the power source. For the next two afternoons, my pal and I continually ran the air conditioner at full blast. The whole time, I chuckled that my nasty ex had finally lost this energetic battle.