But he left it there, even though I argued that he would never get it back. Didn’t matter it was his, she would find a reason not to give it back. He of course argued at the time, but the argument lost weight after 9 months passed without it’s return. When he would ask for it, she would demand to know what he wanted it for and I'd seeth and storm around the house shouting at him to try "because it's my fricking tent you cow!" Which of course he could never do, lest he be turned to stone.
Last time he asked for it, she told him that she had given it to the school to use. My reaction to that must have been a sight to behold - like Krakatoa I've no doubt because then I was totally astounded by the sheer hate inside this person, that she would set out to destroy anything that he had.
This time, she wanted to know what he wanted “our” tent for and after a brief argument explaining to her that it was his, purchased after the separation, I heard him say “you keep it then”… And a pause, and I know he is expecting this heartless fricking harpy to actually feel a modicum of guilt! Ha! And I want to shout at him 'she has no moral compass you moron!' but it's too late. The tent is gone and that vampire that is and remains his wife - now has the house, the car, and quite literally - the holiday.