'Ello
So, an actual entry. Hmm.. not a lot has been going on, really, but... well, actually a LOT has been going on, I just don't write like I used to, so I just bullshit and cop-out. Hokay.
:P
Lessee... I live at my friend Nicole's now, as of October 28th. This would be because Nick and I broke up and Nick is a crazy motherfucker. He actually broke up with me, though he doesn't see it that way - he was trying to manipulate me into talking to him about what was going on in my head (which was how much I wanted to leave him but was having to wait another week - which didn't even happen), and I wouldn't, and he said that if I wasn't going to talk to him, it was over, so I said, "Okay. Fine. I'm done." He then, of course, panicked, because I didn't obey him like I usually did and cry and tell him I didn't want to break up. So he tries climbing all over me and hugging on me telling me he didn't mean it, but it was too late. So I pushed him off me (I was hanging out in Matt's room (Matt was one of the roommates at the apartment) with Nicole, who is Matt's girlfriend), got up, and left the room. A couple seconds later, Nick came flying out after me and started just SCREAMING. Like, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH," screaming. Right in my face. And when I curled up in a ball on the floor, he turned to Nicole and started doing it to her, but she just stayed right in his face and told him to stop. (God, she's ... awesome.) Matt and Jasper both hopped up on their feet, ready to take Nick out if need be, and Nick just kept freaking out. Then he went back in the bedroom or something after awhile of screaming, and I went outside with Nicole and Matt and smoked a cigarette.
Then I came back in and was hanging out with them, and Nick came out and started crying because we thought I was pregnant at the time and he wanted to know what was going to happen to the baby, because, "a baby needs both parents to grow up." Whatever, I disagree, but okay. And since the car is in my name, he was freaking out over that, too, because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get to work without the car - "no car means no job which means no job which means no HOUSE" - he was homeless for a few months almost 2 years ago because he threw his mother across the room during an argument, and got kicked out. He also has a criminal record and can't get a job at anything better than a grocery store because of that incident. If I were to press charges for what happened to me later, he would go to jail for 6 months, because he's on probation.
Anyway, he begged me to sleep in bed with him one last time, so I agreed, because I'm apparently a wonderful person, and so I'm laying in bed with him and he keeps talking about how if he can't have the car he may as well kill himself because he won't be able to keep his job, and how he refuses to ever be homeless again and stuff. And I told him that if he didn't shut up about it and go to sleep, I wouldn't sleep with him. And he was like, "yeah, okay," and kept talking about how he should just kill himself NOW, so I grabbed my blanket and pillows and got up to leave and he grabbed me and I immediately started screaming at him to let me go - next thing I know, Nicole, Matt, and Jasper are at the door, making sure I'm okay. So he let me go, and I went to lay down on the couch. It's now 2 AM or so. This has been going on for 2 hours. Oh, and I was supposed to get up early that day, too, because I had to be at work at 9 AM that morning. Nick comes out of the bedroom, fully dressed, and he's moving all fidgety-like the way he does when he's really agitated and dangerous. And he starts talking about how we need to make a decision on the car (I told him I needed to think about it in the morning earlier when he had asked me), and he wouldn't shut the FUCK up about it, so I screamed at him to shut up so I could sleep because I was SO tired. I was so, SO tired. And he wouldn't let me sleep. And seriously, anyone who has known me for a long time has known what it was like at my mom's - if Scot decided he wanted to fuck around with me the way Nick was fucking around with me, it didn't last long, because eventually he'd push me too far and I'd get violent. Don't fuck with my sleep like that. Don't fucking filibuster me or whatever you were trying to do, asshole.
Anyway, Nick said that if I wouldn't talk to him RIGHTTHENOMG about the fucking car, he'd just throw all my stuff into the dumpster. So I told him that I would be keeping the fucking car, and that he'd better not touch my stuff, but he wouldn't listen - and he just pushed me too far. He grabbed my makeup box off the dresser - which happened to have several rolls of film in it - and started to take it outside. So I took a flying leap at him and started trying to punch him before Jasper grabbed me, which didn't do much good, because then I just kangaroo-kicked at Nick before he took it outside. It took both Jasper AND Nicole to hold me down. I was so furious. I really wanted to cause him actual harm right then.
Anyway, Nick kept taking stuff out of the apartment (he did eventually mention that he wasn't really throwing my stuff in the dumpster - maybe because I really would have injured him then?) and tossing it in the hall (and he's never shown respect for anything that belongs to me or anyone else - case in point, he wouldn't get the oil changed in my car when it needed it), and Jasper and Nicole were both holding me down and holding me and trying to calm me. Then once almost all of my stuff was out of the bedroom, and after he was done taunting me and calling me a nasty slob and stuff, he went to bed and Nicole called her mother to come and help me get out.
And Donna, oh wow... she yelled at Nick a LOT. Told him he was a terrible person and that he's lucky the police aren't involved.
Then we got a good chunk of my stuff out of the apartment, told Nick we'd be back for the rest in the daytime (it's now the wee hours of October 29th, my mother's birthday), and left. God, that was hard. Leaving Jasper with him the next night when we got the rest of my stuff out was even harder.
But now I pretty much hate Nick. And this is why.
I went over there a week or so after the breakup to visit Jasper. I was there with Nicole, who was visiting Matt. I took Jasper to the grocery store and got him some food because he didn't have anything to eat. We were all hanging out and having a good time, eventually Nicole and Matt took off to Matt's bedroom to have a lot of loud sex - theyr'e hilarious - and it was just Jasper and me, hanging out, not really doing a whole lot.
Then Nick showed up. It was like a dark cloud entering the room. He was all surprised to see me and shit - he'd been trying to get me to stay friends with him, but it was so soon after the break that I wanted to be left alone for a few months. I told him I was there to see Jasper, but then he started being an asshole to me about the friends thing, and he started screaming at me about how he wanted to KILL me, really SCREAMING at me, and I actually stood up for myself and screamed right back in his face. Then I was trying to leave, and Nick grabbed my purse because he was going to throw it off the balcony, but I wouldn't let go of it and we were both screaming at each other and then he let go of my purse and grabbed me and THREW me across the living room.
I tried to get someone to call 9-1-1, but they all just stood there in shock. Plus, Nicole was afraid I'd go to jail for hitting him the week before. So we left and went back to her house (after I spent several minutes outside with Jasper waiting for her to say goodbye to Matt - which involved a lot of crying), and told her mom and brother about it, and then Nicole told us that Nick had hit her a couple weeks before the breakup during an argument, which made Dustin want to go and beat his ass even MORE. (Only I can hit my sister!!)
So. Yeah. That is the saga.
Oh, did I mention he took all my money and wouldn't let me pay the FUCKING bills because he was more concerned with having food in his stomach than in my credit? I don't have a phone anymore, I'm several months behind on my credit cards, and my car's registration is expired and the insurance is gone. All because of him.
I was NEVER late on bills before this. That's what bothers me the most, I think. Because he ruined my credit, too, which fucks up my entire FUTURE.
:P
Lessee... I live at my friend Nicole's now, as of October 28th. This would be because Nick and I broke up and Nick is a crazy motherfucker. He actually broke up with me, though he doesn't see it that way - he was trying to manipulate me into talking to him about what was going on in my head (which was how much I wanted to leave him but was having to wait another week - which didn't even happen), and I wouldn't, and he said that if I wasn't going to talk to him, it was over, so I said, "Okay. Fine. I'm done." He then, of course, panicked, because I didn't obey him like I usually did and cry and tell him I didn't want to break up. So he tries climbing all over me and hugging on me telling me he didn't mean it, but it was too late. So I pushed him off me (I was hanging out in Matt's room (Matt was one of the roommates at the apartment) with Nicole, who is Matt's girlfriend), got up, and left the room. A couple seconds later, Nick came flying out after me and started just SCREAMING. Like, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH," screaming. Right in my face. And when I curled up in a ball on the floor, he turned to Nicole and started doing it to her, but she just stayed right in his face and told him to stop. (God, she's ... awesome.) Matt and Jasper both hopped up on their feet, ready to take Nick out if need be, and Nick just kept freaking out. Then he went back in the bedroom or something after awhile of screaming, and I went outside with Nicole and Matt and smoked a cigarette.
Then I came back in and was hanging out with them, and Nick came out and started crying because we thought I was pregnant at the time and he wanted to know what was going to happen to the baby, because, "a baby needs both parents to grow up." Whatever, I disagree, but okay. And since the car is in my name, he was freaking out over that, too, because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get to work without the car - "no car means no job which means no job which means no HOUSE" - he was homeless for a few months almost 2 years ago because he threw his mother across the room during an argument, and got kicked out. He also has a criminal record and can't get a job at anything better than a grocery store because of that incident. If I were to press charges for what happened to me later, he would go to jail for 6 months, because he's on probation.
Anyway, he begged me to sleep in bed with him one last time, so I agreed, because I'm apparently a wonderful person, and so I'm laying in bed with him and he keeps talking about how if he can't have the car he may as well kill himself because he won't be able to keep his job, and how he refuses to ever be homeless again and stuff. And I told him that if he didn't shut up about it and go to sleep, I wouldn't sleep with him. And he was like, "yeah, okay," and kept talking about how he should just kill himself NOW, so I grabbed my blanket and pillows and got up to leave and he grabbed me and I immediately started screaming at him to let me go - next thing I know, Nicole, Matt, and Jasper are at the door, making sure I'm okay. So he let me go, and I went to lay down on the couch. It's now 2 AM or so. This has been going on for 2 hours. Oh, and I was supposed to get up early that day, too, because I had to be at work at 9 AM that morning. Nick comes out of the bedroom, fully dressed, and he's moving all fidgety-like the way he does when he's really agitated and dangerous. And he starts talking about how we need to make a decision on the car (I told him I needed to think about it in the morning earlier when he had asked me), and he wouldn't shut the FUCK up about it, so I screamed at him to shut up so I could sleep because I was SO tired. I was so, SO tired. And he wouldn't let me sleep. And seriously, anyone who has known me for a long time has known what it was like at my mom's - if Scot decided he wanted to fuck around with me the way Nick was fucking around with me, it didn't last long, because eventually he'd push me too far and I'd get violent. Don't fuck with my sleep like that. Don't fucking filibuster me or whatever you were trying to do, asshole.
Anyway, Nick said that if I wouldn't talk to him RIGHTTHENOMG about the fucking car, he'd just throw all my stuff into the dumpster. So I told him that I would be keeping the fucking car, and that he'd better not touch my stuff, but he wouldn't listen - and he just pushed me too far. He grabbed my makeup box off the dresser - which happened to have several rolls of film in it - and started to take it outside. So I took a flying leap at him and started trying to punch him before Jasper grabbed me, which didn't do much good, because then I just kangaroo-kicked at Nick before he took it outside. It took both Jasper AND Nicole to hold me down. I was so furious. I really wanted to cause him actual harm right then.
Anyway, Nick kept taking stuff out of the apartment (he did eventually mention that he wasn't really throwing my stuff in the dumpster - maybe because I really would have injured him then?) and tossing it in the hall (and he's never shown respect for anything that belongs to me or anyone else - case in point, he wouldn't get the oil changed in my car when it needed it), and Jasper and Nicole were both holding me down and holding me and trying to calm me. Then once almost all of my stuff was out of the bedroom, and after he was done taunting me and calling me a nasty slob and stuff, he went to bed and Nicole called her mother to come and help me get out.
And Donna, oh wow... she yelled at Nick a LOT. Told him he was a terrible person and that he's lucky the police aren't involved.
Then we got a good chunk of my stuff out of the apartment, told Nick we'd be back for the rest in the daytime (it's now the wee hours of October 29th, my mother's birthday), and left. God, that was hard. Leaving Jasper with him the next night when we got the rest of my stuff out was even harder.
But now I pretty much hate Nick. And this is why.
I went over there a week or so after the breakup to visit Jasper. I was there with Nicole, who was visiting Matt. I took Jasper to the grocery store and got him some food because he didn't have anything to eat. We were all hanging out and having a good time, eventually Nicole and Matt took off to Matt's bedroom to have a lot of loud sex - theyr'e hilarious - and it was just Jasper and me, hanging out, not really doing a whole lot.
Then Nick showed up. It was like a dark cloud entering the room. He was all surprised to see me and shit - he'd been trying to get me to stay friends with him, but it was so soon after the break that I wanted to be left alone for a few months. I told him I was there to see Jasper, but then he started being an asshole to me about the friends thing, and he started screaming at me about how he wanted to KILL me, really SCREAMING at me, and I actually stood up for myself and screamed right back in his face. Then I was trying to leave, and Nick grabbed my purse because he was going to throw it off the balcony, but I wouldn't let go of it and we were both screaming at each other and then he let go of my purse and grabbed me and THREW me across the living room.
I tried to get someone to call 9-1-1, but they all just stood there in shock. Plus, Nicole was afraid I'd go to jail for hitting him the week before. So we left and went back to her house (after I spent several minutes outside with Jasper waiting for her to say goodbye to Matt - which involved a lot of crying), and told her mom and brother about it, and then Nicole told us that Nick had hit her a couple weeks before the breakup during an argument, which made Dustin want to go and beat his ass even MORE. (Only I can hit my sister!!)
So. Yeah. That is the saga.
Oh, did I mention he took all my money and wouldn't let me pay the FUCKING bills because he was more concerned with having food in his stomach than in my credit? I don't have a phone anymore, I'm several months behind on my credit cards, and my car's registration is expired and the insurance is gone. All because of him.
I was NEVER late on bills before this. That's what bothers me the most, I think. Because he ruined my credit, too, which fucks up my entire FUTURE.