I was heartbroken when I found out that my boyfriend had been cheating. Instead of confrontation, I chose chaos.
I purchased industrial-grade glitter, the kind that clings to your soul, and placed packets of it inside his car vents. Every time he turned on the AC or heat, glitter erupted like a fabulous, never-ending blizzard. Months later, he was still finding specks in his hair, clothes, and coffee mug.
