She Poured Soda Into My Gas Tank and Smirked—At 7:42 A.M., the Consequences Arrived

or legal documents. It had happened in my mind.

They could yell, threaten, hire lawyers, play victims. They could tell anyone who would listen that I was heartless, cold, obsessed with money.

But they no longer had a key to my front door.

And more importantly, they no longer had a key to my mind.

Two weeks later, I stood in my bank with a sealed envelope continue reading …