The Morning Everything Changed
I came home from my sister’s place to find all the front door handles missing—just jagged screw holes where they used to be. My key was useless.
Inside, my husband shouted through the door:
“You want out so bad? Figure it out!”
Our marriage had been crumbling for months, but this? This was next-level petty.
The Control Game
Over the next week, he:
🔧 Removed the microwave buttons (left the plate cold)
🚿 Took the showerhead (left the pipe exposed)
🔌 Unplugged the fridge (let the food spoil)
His text explained it all:
“If you want things to work, you’ll stay and fix it.”
The Revenge He Never Saw Coming
I called a locksmith—and a divorce lawyer. While he was at work, we:
✅ Changed all locks
✅ Served papers via his golf buddy
✅ Donated his “hidden” handles to Habitat for Humanity
The judge awarded me:
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The house (for “habitability concerns”)
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Extra damages for “destruction of marital property”
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His prized toolbox (poetic justice)
The Final Twist
At the final hearing, my ex-husband—now living in a studio apartment—tried to apologize.
I handed him a Ziploc bag of screws and said what he’d been waiting to hear:
“You’re right. I fixed it.”