01/08/2026
All I did was take his phone to the bathroom because mine was dead, and I needed to look up how to fix the leaking toilet. I came back to find he'd destroyed two years of my DIY work in five minutes flat. Everything on the floating shelves is now broken. My refinished coffee table, which took three weeks of sanding and staining, was flipped and scratched. He even ripped the macrame plant holder I'd just finished, where I sell my handmade pieces. The pattern pieces for my next project were scattered everywhere like confetti. Over a phone. He knew every single piece in this room was made with my own hands; he knew how many hours I'd spent learning from YouTube tutorials and trying again when I messed up. Now I'm sitting in what looks like a DIY demolition site, wondering how someone who claimed to love me could destroy everything I created just because I took his phone for five minutes. I've already changed the locks, but honestly, the damage to my trust hurts worse than the damage to my apartment.