It was trash day you see, and for me it is a trigger... it was one of the FEW freaking things he actually did, so I was taking out the trash.
I changed the locks on the condo and the code to the garage-- he was pissed because he said he still had STUFF at the place. I assured him I'd put his stuff as I found it in the cellar hatchway. So I did yesterday put a bunch of stuff... alot of it his hunting gear.
So I stupidly texted him this morning (remember, trash trigger) the following:
You hunting stuff is clogging up my cellar hatch
Today is trash day
I am not feeling generous toward you today
You can draw your own conclusions
Anyway, he came to the condo pretty quick and backed up the truck and started getting his stuff out of my hatchway, but I wasn't done.
I started throwing more of his stuff out the windows (and yelling as it was sailing past his head). The first thing was some lingirie he liked me to wear and I yelled... maybe your "cword" would want to wear this TOO since she already had everything ELSE of mine... Then I threw out his herpes medication screaming that SHE should be needing this soon too... (yes he gave it to me when we were dating, nice huh?).
Ok, so I am a 180 fail today, but you know what, it felt good, he just looked at the ground the whole time like a dog with a tail between his legs and frankly I think he DESERVED to hear it.