After Brendan and I decided to split, he became someone completely different—bitter and spiteful. One day, as we tried to sort out our belongings, he insisted on packing my things, but I refused, needing to sort my own items first.

Things escalated, and I chose to stay with my parents for the weekend to clear my head. I needed space and support to process the divorce and the end of a twelve-year relationship.

When I returned home on Monday morning, I was shocked to find all my furniture scattered on the lawn with a sign reading “Free Stuff!” My coffee table, couch, and even my grandmother’s rocking chair were all exposed to the elements. I called Brendan, my hands shaking.

“Why is all my furniture on the lawn?” I demanded.

Brendan’s response was cold. “You were going to sue for all my money anyway. I thought you should experience losing what’s yours.”

I was stunned. “You think this solves anything? You’re just making things worse.”

He shrugged off my anger. “It’s your problem now. Maybe you should charge people for it.”

Frustrated, I kicked over a bedside table and heard a jingling noise. Inside the drawer, Brendan’s father’s watch—a cherished family heirloom—was nestled among random items. I smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

I texted friends for help and told them about the watch. That evening, Brendan called.

“I left something important behind. Can I come get it?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I replied. “The neighbors took a few things. If you’re polite enough, maybe Cathy will sell it back to you.”

There was a pause. “Gina, it’s my dad’s watch. I need it back.”

I feigned ignorance. “It’s with Cathy. I’m sure she’ll be reasonable—for the right price.”

“How much?” he asked.

“A few hundred dollars, maybe?” I suggested.

“Fine,” he said, exasperated.

The next morning, Brendan arrived with $500. He took the watch, but left without saying much. It felt good to see him squirm, even if it was just a small victory.

What would you have done?

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