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  1. Stephanie
    September 23, 2014 @ 10:16 pm

    I love it! I hope you’re writing your book/s. I thoroughly enjoy every post, but this one is one of your best. Your written voice is lyrical and makes me smile every time, whether you’re discussing furniture or life. It takes brains and a creative soul to be such a fantastic storyteller, and you’ve got it in spades. Thank you!

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  2. Pat
    September 24, 2014 @ 12:44 am

    Please, please tell me there’s a Part 3 where you two follow him home, wait for his bedroom light to go out and re-fill the truck bed with your gifts. PLEASE tell me you did!

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  3. Jacquelyn
    September 24, 2014 @ 1:01 am

    Similar story: The neighbor across the street would leave the house so his teenage daughters could have parties. Lots of beer flowing and they usually got pretty loud. Fights on the front lawn, basketball playing at 3 in the morning, beer bottles and cans all over our lawn etc. My neighbor next door had gotten up early and put a new roof on his house. He was tired. He was cranky, and didn’t appreciate being awakened by drunk teenagers. Oh, and he was looking for a place to get rid of all the old shingles that he had taken off that day. Maybe if the drunken kid hadn’t parked in the grass instead of the street he might have felt differently but there had been too many weekends of this and he was tired so he loaded up the back of the kids truck with all the old shingles. We can only imagine what he thought the next day when he sobered up and looked in the back of his truck! Problem solved. Things were a little quieter after that in our neighborhood!

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  4. Wendy O'Brien
    September 24, 2014 @ 8:17 am

    And just when I thought I couldn’t like you more…!

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  5. blackbird
    September 24, 2014 @ 8:55 am

    You’re starting to make me love you.

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  6. Pattie C
    September 24, 2014 @ 9:49 am

    I’m kind of surprised you didn’t set it on fire.

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  7. Rachel
    September 24, 2014 @ 10:06 am

    I love it!

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  8. Deb N
    September 24, 2014 @ 10:30 am

    You are the me I wish I had been.

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  9. Alison Powers
    September 24, 2014 @ 1:17 pm

    On behalf of Texan women everywhere, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my teenaged broken heart. I wish I’d been so creative. I still live in the same town as he does, so maybe it’s not too late? (Only 20-plus years since the relationship died, do you think I bear a bit of a grudge?) This is my #1 favorite VEB post, ever. Like Deb N said, you are the me I wish I had been.

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  10. Dave
    September 25, 2014 @ 12:56 am

    Victoria, I almost never comment on anyone’s blog. But this is your best work. EVER! Well done! I’m sharing.

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  11. Angela
    September 25, 2014 @ 5:38 am

    I feel quite certain there’s NO chance “Rob” is happier in his life right now than you are in yours! Thanks for sharing!

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  12. Deborah
    September 25, 2014 @ 10:57 am

    Brilliant!

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  13. Kelly
    September 25, 2014 @ 1:19 pm

    The best part is you stuck around to watch his response. I would have ran into the night cackling like a maniac for years.

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  14. Teresa
    September 26, 2014 @ 7:21 pm

    FABULOUS! Please tell me that you had fish in your freezer that was given a new home…in Rob’s truck. I love your blog so much!

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  15. Ajay
    September 27, 2014 @ 6:28 pm

    Love this story. Also had a “Rob” in my life, and things ended abruptly a couple of years ago. Have never had the opportunity to exact any revenge (he lives in a different city — it was a long distance thing — but we knew each other from high school way back when). Always wish I could think of some clever way to give him what he so richly deserves, but nothing has come to mind yet. I guess I’ve also been relying on karma (and I really didn’t want to hurt the other woman — she’s just an innocent, if ignorant, bystander). What you did was brilliant!

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  16. Penny
    September 28, 2014 @ 12:04 pm

    Dear, Dear Victoria!!! priceless, and not useless, should be made required reading for all young unmarried women. I married the ass, his name is not Rob, though, how appropriate a name could he have! and believe me, hell is not some hot place underground, its right here in the house married to a Rob by any other name.

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  17. Lara
    September 29, 2014 @ 6:53 pm

    I hate your Lara stories because it just makes me sad it wasn’t me.

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  18. Mila
    November 25, 2014 @ 7:43 am

    He must have seen it coming. He felt it deep down in his gut. What would you do if you saw that someone filled your car with random crap? You would probably be surprised confused,amazed,irritated maybe.But being mad like that? He knew that he deserved it 😀

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  19. Kristy
    December 19, 2014 @ 4:33 pm

    So, who was it that called you months later, and how did that conversation go? (Am I the only one who missed this detail in the story?)

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