Last year, my ex-boyfriend and I were put on the same jury and I delayed the verdict by four weeks because, well, I just didn’t want to agree with him. Sure, the case (a murder trial, actually) was slightly bigger than the two of us, but that didn’t matter to me. What mattered was me being right and if I stopped holding us back and agreed with the everyone else on the panel, I would be agreeing with Ben, and nothing would make that smug bastard happier. Yes, I delayed the verdict and kept us in that room for almost…