A pointless little story

I yelled, he slammed the door,
two pictures fell from the wall.
I cringed with rage, turned around,
stormed down the hallway to our room and
grabbed everything I could find of his.
Then I opened our second floor patio doors
and hucked it all out on the lawn.
I always wanted to do that.
I locked the doors and waited for his arrival.
After a long while he pulls up in his beat up ford.
I could see him cursing before he got out.
He looked up at the window to catch me laughing.
He ran fast up the stairs hollering away.
I ran to the locked door to catch his next reaction.
When he realized he couldn't get in, he started banging
profusely on the door, kicking and punching it.
Ohh what pleasure I was getting from this!
He threatened all kinds of things but i wasn't giving in.
Finally he turned around and began picking up his things.
When he finished he walked to his truck, pulled the seat forward,
and grabbed his .22 rifle and shot all four of my tires.
I didn't care, hell they were only tires, I still won by far!
He then looked up at me with an evil, yet satisfied grin.
As I watched him drive away I starting wondering about that
silly little look on his face. Then I remembered.........