About 6 weeks before I left for Utah, I started dating someone in Miami, Ron. He was handsome, funny, smart, manipulative, condescending, pushy, and extremely critical. I made a half-assed attempt to end it at the 3 week mark, but I was having a rough time, and I allowed him to take advantage of that, by making himself indispensible to me. By the time I left, I couldn’t wait to get the hell away from him. We fought constantly, and everything about him bugged me.
I arrived in Utah, hoping for him, out of sight, out of mind would come into play. No such fucking luck. He called me constantly, and interrogated me about what I was doing, and who I was doing it with. After ten days, I called him and ended it. He hung up on me, and I was hoping to never hear from him again.
Six weeks later, he sent me a text message on my sober anniversary. Not wanting to open the door for dialogue, I didn’t respond back. Two days later, I received a call from the mutual friend was was subletting my Miami apartment. He informed me that he had come home, and found that one of my front doors had been kicked in. Nothing was taken, but it was a definite act of violence. In my gut, I knew that Ron was responsible for it. My building is very secure, and nearly impossible to get into. One night, Ron watched me enter the security code, and then put it in his phone, so he knew how to get into my building. Two days after the door was kicked in, Ron texted me again, asking when I would be back in Miami because he had some things he needed to say to me. I told him I didn’t know when I would be back. I hoped that would be the end. NOT.
I’ve been back in Miami for 3 weeks, and the last week has been spent living in a great deal of fear, unable to sleep or eat. Ron has been calling friends, asking if I am back. A week ago he started texting me. ‘R u back?’, ‘i need to c u’, ‘i need to talk to u.’ WTF? This is a dangerous guy. Around the time I broke it off, he decided to return to drinking and crack smoking. I’m scared of him, and have been unsure of what to do. I don’t want to make a huge drama out of it, nor do I want to drag others into it.
This morning, the texts started coming in again, and I had finally had enough. One of my amazing friends called and told him very nicely to back the fuck off. He was full of excuses, and stories. Apparently, he was planning on showing up at a place where I will be later tonight. He was told that I’m being watched very carefully, and to stay away from the places that I frequent. I feel a little bit better, but just a little bit.
The lesson learned, if a guy poops in your bathroom on the third date……RUN!!!!!
