Really?
I'm just still befuddled about the fact that you think I'm going to buy your story. Your ex boyfriend is going to attack you and you're afraid that he knows where you live? In an apartment complex where you need at least 2 keys to get in to an apartment, and the door is always locked? The same boyfriend who has no car, is in a neck brace, and is waiting for a lung transplant? You must think I'm a fucking idiot.
I probably am.
I probably am.