They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Brendan served his piping hot – and it burned him worse than me. Our divorce had turned him into someone I didn’t recognize, and his final act of pettiness proved it. While I was regrouping at my parents’ house, he decided to stage a yard sale with my belongings – without my permission.
The scene that greeted me Monday morning looked like a bad sitcom plot: my favorite armchair sitting in the flower beds, my bookshelf tipped over, and strangers eyeing my things. But the universe had other plans. Tucked away in the bedside table he’d so carelessly tossed outside was his family heirloom – a watch worth more to him than our entire marriage apparently.
The phone call where he begged for its return was almost as satisfying as watching him hand over $500 to get it back. My parents had taught me to take the high road, but sometimes karma needs a little nudge. That watch became my bargaining chip, and suddenly the man who’d been so cruel was remarkably polite. Funny how that works.
