He decided to give me some space and, “Some time to think.” He said he was going to spend the night at his friend’s. I knew this was a lie. I found his ex wife’s address, drove up there at 4am, and of course, his car was outside! I drove home, packed his things, and sent him a text telling him to come and get his stuff. He returned an hour later to collect his belongings.

—Tinkle

Aftermath: Two weeks later, his wife appeared on my doorstep, asking questions. I only had one to ask: was he still using the same toothbrush? She said, “Yes.” I smiled and she looked puzzled and we parted on friendly terms. Though I’ve not seen his sorry ass since, I bet his breath stinks

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