He Slept with My Friend, So I Traded His Truck

My boyfriend of four years spent the last six months sleeping with my childhood best friend in the back of the luxury Ford F-250 truck that I co-signed for him last year. I found out because she accidentally left her custom engraved lipstick holder under the passenger seat.

He thought he was a genius because he kept the truck title in his name. But he forgot one massive detail: the primary auto-loan account and the commercial insurance policy were entirely under my corporate name to get a lower rate.

Yesterday, he went to a sports game with his friends. The moment he parked the truck, I used the secondary spare key, drove it straight to a high-volume local dealership, and initiated an instant cash trade-in.

Since I had full power of attorney over the primary account financing, I legally signed the truck away and traded it for the cheapest, ugliest, bright pink 2008 compact hatchback vehicle they had on the lot, walking away with $15,000 in cash equity.

I drove the pink hatchback back to his stadium parking spot, left it in his exact space, and threw the keys into the dirt next to it.

When he walked out with his friends, his truck was completely gone, replaced by a tiny pink car with a giant sticker on the back window that read: "Cheaters get downgrades." He called me screaming, sobbing that he can't show up to his construction management job driving that thing. I just blocked him and used the $15k to book a first-class trip to Bali.