Sometimes people ask me about my most recent ex and I just have to shake my head.
- It’s not worth recounting all of the disappointing ways that he tried to torture me.
People generally want to think that he was a fantastic 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 transfer out of his house. I was simply trying to gather my belongings and get out of his way so my buddy and I could transfer on, and he made sure that my blood would be tepid the entire time. Literally. I finally was given permission to get my stuff from his home in the middle of the burning warm southern summer. Where I live, the summer time is marked with absurd heat and humidity afternoon in and 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 his home to start packing my things on a particularally warm and muggy afternoon, 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 could not adjust the indoor air quality in any way. Without having a cooling system chugging away to pump ice freezing air into the house, it was at least 95 degrees in there. Thank God, one of my fantastic friends came over to help and knew a thing or two about temperature control wiring. He abruptly popped the temperature control off the wall and directly wired the a/c to the power source. For the next two days, my buddy and I continually ran the a/c at full blast. The whole time, I chuckled that my nasty ex had finally lost this energetic battle.