Periodically people ask me about my most recent ex and I just have to shake my head.
- It’s not worth recounting all of the bad ways that he tried to torture me, but people generally want to guess that he was a fantastic guy, but 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 although 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 all of us could transfer on, and he made sure that my blood would be tepid the entire timeâ€¦ Literally. I finally was given permission to get my stuff from his apartment in the middle of the burning hot southern summer. Where I live, the Summer is marked with deranged heat and humidity afternoon in and afternoon out. You have to operate a central cooling program if you want to be safe or comfortable in your own home. Of course, when I arrived at his apartment to start packing my things on a recognizably moderate and muggy afternoon, I found that he had disabled the thermostat so that I would be tortured with heat inside the house. He had locked the smart thermostat so I could not adjust the indoor air pollen levels in any way. Without having a cooling program chugging away to pump ice cold air into the house, it was at least 95 degrees in there. Thank God, a single of my fantastic friends came over to help and knew a thing or 2 about thermostat wiring. He abruptly finished making the thermostat off the wall and directly wired the cooling system program to the power source. For the next 2 afternoons, all of us continually ran the cooling system program at full blast. The whole time, I chuckled that my nasty ex had finally lost this energetic battle.