He punched a hole through my bathroom wall and tore up my “Frank Zappa on the toilet” poster.

–Danya

Aftermath: I packed up my car and got the fuck out of Greensboro, North Carolina.

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