Petty and Pissed

Dear Suze Q. I loved the guy I was living with until he cheated. I confronted him and he shrugged that we weren’t engaged, said “it just happened,” and I needed to  get over it. Me get over it! I became a crazy person. While he was at work, I packed my stuff, and hid all his charging units, underwear and toilet paper. Stupid, but satisfying.

Dear Satisfied, I’m sure you know your passive-aggressive prank was childish, but, at, least, not illegal. I assume this was your way of having the last word, so don’t look back or go back. Eyes on your future, my girl. Keep this in your life book of moments to remember, but not repeat. -SQ