On Baggage: Give Me Back my DVDs.
Posted by thebitterlemon
I watch a lot of TV. Not in the sense of me, sitting on my couch eating popcorn while binging on hours of TV, but if I’m home, my TV is usually on.
I’ve got one TV in my living room and one in my bedroom.
The one in my living room is a near-60-inch, flat-screen, that is leftover from a relationship I had two years ago.
My then-boyfriend said he had an “extra” TV that wasn’t being used, and I could put it in my apartment. I really didn’t need another TV, but he insisted, and it arrived a few days later.
About two months later, I dumped him, on account of him being a complete drunk, not to mention he had a side-chick.
I was nice enough to pack up all of his clothes and random crap he had around my apartment, and leave it on his front porch.
But I wasn’t sure how to get the TV to him. It’s big enough that I can’t safely carry it by myself, and I didn’t want to just leave it outside his house.
I told him I could arrange a time for him to come pick it up, a time when a guy friend could be there with me. My ex was violent and I was scared to be alone with him.
But my ex conveniently couldn’t arrive during the allotted time. I soon got the hint. The TV was his thing. It was his excuse to talk to me; his way of finding out when I was home and what I was doing.
He even got the bright idea that I could just leave my apartment unlocked while I went to work and he’d just pick up the TV. Um, how about you’re crazy?
It was creepy. I wanted him out of my life.
Instead of leaving my apartment unlocked, I dragged the TV into the hallway of my complex, covered it with a beach towel, and went to work.
As predicted, I got a text from my ex saying, “Can’t make it today.” He wanted to reschedule.
I told myself that if I got home and the TV was still there, I was keeping it, and I was never speaking to my ex about it again.
The TV was the final link between us and I wanted it broken (not literally, though I would’ve gotten great pleasure out of tossing it from my window).
When I got home, the TV was there, untouched. I dragged in back inside, and have been enjoying trashy shows on it ever since.
Recently, I got a message on Facebook from my ex’s brother, asking if I had the TV, because it was actually his.
Well, sucks for you. Two years out from the relationship, and I’m still hearing about the damn TV. Bye, Felicia.
This is why it’s best to get rid of everything related to the relationship right away, even if it means making a donation to Goodwill.
You live and learn. For now, I’ll continue obsessing over “Secrets and Lies” on my giant-screen TV.
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Posted on April 1, 2015, in The Ingredients and tagged alcoholic, authors, baggage, breakup, breakup guide, breakups, college, dating, drinking, ex boyfriends, fighting, first date, getting published, heartbreak, Holly A. Phillips, How to Make Lemonade, life, love, relationships, single, The Bitter Lemon. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.