said I’d never see it coming. He was right — I didn’t. But I caught up quick. While he was away “on business,” I changed the locks, cracked raw eggs into his entire sneaker collection (worth thousands), and posted an eviction notice on the door with help from the landlord — a woman who knew revenge like the back of her hand. When he came back?
Locked out. Furious. Begging. I told him: pay the debt, get your stuff. He paid every cent. I got the apartment in my name. He got his things — minus the now-rotting sneakers he left behind. Lesson learned? If someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. Not after three years, and definitely not after $8,437.63.