PROMISED UPDATE
So after I woke up (in enough time to force myself to eat something before going to work; I didn't need to be starving on top of my wrecked nerves), my mom told me that when she was confronting douchebag (I couldn't hear the full conversation earlier; I was hiding in my room, clutching my phone and ready to call 911 if he started any shit) that, while he made excuses ("But the cat" and "I respect her too much to do anything"), he never once said I was lying. But I begged my mom to not believe him (god I was crying so much) earlier and she told me "I'll never let a man get between me and you; I never let one get between me and my other kids and I'm not starting now". And later she told me: "I know you're an adult, but your still my kid. Nobody tries to hurt my kids." But she stood outside my door while he packed some of his stuff and left. She knew that was the only way I'd feel safe enough to go back to sleep.
After I woke back up she asked me if I was absolutely positive I wasn't dreaming and I said: "Mom. I see and hear things when I sleep. But I don't feel things." But she believes me, thank god (I'll say it again and again; I don't know why but I was so afraid she wouldn't).
The valium she gave me to calm my nerves was still in effect when I did leave for work, but I was still shaking and bordering crying. I got there and the co-bookkeeper (who I was replacing behind the service center) asked me how I was once we got back to the office to count it down. I broke down and told her. She hugged me and told me noone deserves that and that she was glad my mom believed me and kicked him out (because there are mothers out there that don't believe their children). About an hour later, my buddy Cub came in and I told him about it (Cub is like my little brother, really. Well, he's bigger than me, but I'm older). And he gave me several hugs and, while I could tell he was uncomfortable and didn't know what to say, it was comforting to have him listen to me and tell me it was going to be okay. I never did get around to telling the front end manager (my favorite manager by far), but I know she would have listened to me had I chosen too. And she probably would have been ready to kick his ass if she ever saw him. (Speaking of which, I need to see if there's anyway they can ban him from the store when I'm there. I don't even want to see that sick fuck ever again. Maybe I'll bring it up on Tuesday when I work with her again.)
I'm actually glad I chose to go to work. It kept me busy enough to get my mind off of it and calm down a lot. And stuff happened that actually cheered me up a lot, which is saying something. And as I was driving home, Cub called me and asked if I was alright and told me if I needed to talk, all I needed to do was call him. I love Cub-Cub so much. <3
As for calling the cops... I don't know if I can. I know I should, what he did was fucking wrong but I don't know if anything would actually happen to him. I'll talk to my mom about it tomorrow. But so far he's definitely out of this house for good and he's only allowed to come pick the rest of his stuff up if Momma's home and if I'm not. And Momma told him he better hide and hide good because my siblings might be after him when they find out.
But I really do appreciate all y'alls supportive comments and love. It's been a great help for my nerves and you can't even imagine how much they've helped. I love all you guys so much. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
After I woke back up she asked me if I was absolutely positive I wasn't dreaming and I said: "Mom. I see and hear things when I sleep. But I don't feel things." But she believes me, thank god (I'll say it again and again; I don't know why but I was so afraid she wouldn't).
The valium she gave me to calm my nerves was still in effect when I did leave for work, but I was still shaking and bordering crying. I got there and the co-bookkeeper (who I was replacing behind the service center) asked me how I was once we got back to the office to count it down. I broke down and told her. She hugged me and told me noone deserves that and that she was glad my mom believed me and kicked him out (because there are mothers out there that don't believe their children). About an hour later, my buddy Cub came in and I told him about it (Cub is like my little brother, really. Well, he's bigger than me, but I'm older). And he gave me several hugs and, while I could tell he was uncomfortable and didn't know what to say, it was comforting to have him listen to me and tell me it was going to be okay. I never did get around to telling the front end manager (my favorite manager by far), but I know she would have listened to me had I chosen too. And she probably would have been ready to kick his ass if she ever saw him. (Speaking of which, I need to see if there's anyway they can ban him from the store when I'm there. I don't even want to see that sick fuck ever again. Maybe I'll bring it up on Tuesday when I work with her again.)
I'm actually glad I chose to go to work. It kept me busy enough to get my mind off of it and calm down a lot. And stuff happened that actually cheered me up a lot, which is saying something. And as I was driving home, Cub called me and asked if I was alright and told me if I needed to talk, all I needed to do was call him. I love Cub-Cub so much. <3
As for calling the cops... I don't know if I can. I know I should, what he did was fucking wrong but I don't know if anything would actually happen to him. I'll talk to my mom about it tomorrow. But so far he's definitely out of this house for good and he's only allowed to come pick the rest of his stuff up if Momma's home and if I'm not. And Momma told him he better hide and hide good because my siblings might be after him when they find out.
But I really do appreciate all y'alls supportive comments and love. It's been a great help for my nerves and you can't even imagine how much they've helped. I love all you guys so much. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3