I live with my ex-husband, and without my permission, he changed our porch light to green.

When I asked him why, he said it was because of his father. He didn’t elaborate. Why?

Does anyone know the meaning of a green porch light?

That question had been circling in my head for days. My name’s Meridith, and yes, I’m still living with my ex-husband, Darion. We split up two years ago, but for reasons that seem more embarrassing with each retelling — mostly financial ones — we kept the house and, well, we kept sharing it. We lived in separate bedrooms and acted more like awkward roommates than ex-spouses.

One evening, as I pulled into the driveway after a miserable day at work, I noticed that the white porch light we’d always had was now an eerie, almost neon green. It was jarring against the beige siding. I nearly tripped over my own feet staring up at it. I stormed inside, my purse nearly sliding off my shoulder, and confronted Darion right as he was pouring himself a glass of water.