Oh, that... yeah... well, it goes something like this...
My ex is a moron... a LAZY moron... for a long time he was a lazy unemployed moron with no ambition... now, I own a house and make enough to pay my bills... but that does not mean I need a mooch living there... I was working 3 jobs at the time; a professional job running a chemistry lab, a bartending gig, and line cooking... now, you can imagine that line cooks come home really late and just want to shower and go to bed, and in my case I had to shower, go to bed, and get up at 6am to go to my OTHER job... it was the night before trash day... Jeff had been home all day doing nothing, and my ONE request was that he sort the recycling and take out the rubbish... I got home at midnight, the rubbish was still in the kitchen, and he was in bed... I tried to wake him up... he was pretending to be asleep... my fist went through the wall 8 inches from his head.
I don't take kindly to people who can't keep simple fucking promises.