last night, i got home and i saw that my ex has put my sports eski out on the sidewalk. It has been sitting in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned for the last month or two. i was about to get around to it. Besides it had every right to be wherever it wanted for as long as it wanted to be.
I stormed into her room and told her that i would appreciate it if she didnt throw my things away without asking me first. She mumbled something along the lines of yeah, whatever, it was a crap eski anyway and she thought i was getting a new one.
I said, “i dont want to get into a debate about whether it’s a crap eski or not. it was *my* eski and besides it’s a good one to cart beer around for evening outdoor gigs. And it’s also a handy seat.”
I stormed out.
But it didnt feel like a satisfactory exit line and so I stormed back in and said,
“You obviously need to hear this in person. I want you to move out as soon as possible. I want minimal contact from you until then.”
She looked at me and said,
“Actually, it was my eski.”
I looked back at her, flabbergasted at her sheer gall.
“No, it was my eski. I’ve always had it.” I said.
“I bought it in Darwin for $25.” she countered.
A memory of the shopping trip surfaced.
“Oh. Well.” I said, “You can do whatever you like with it then. Sorry.”
Later, we sat in the outdoor spa and professed our hate for each other. But the water was very hot. It was a nice night. and it didnt seem that bad.