James broke up with me in the wee hours of the morning today. He calls me telling me to come by because he’s distraught over his grandmother’s heart attack. I drive over there, and he wants to hook up. I wasn’t in the mood, I was tired and I just wanted to sleep.

He picks a fight with me, and started saying mean things just so I can argue with him some more like, “Just go, I can call someone else over to fuck me,” and “I don’t need you, I just need my dog.” Upset (and I totally don’t bother to think about what I’m saying when I’m upset) said, “Your dog isn’t even trained!”

This set him off. He grabs my arm and shoves me out the front door. And on the top of his lungs, screams, “We are through, get off my fucking property you bitch.” I was confused, tried to apologize and tried to talk to him, and he threatened to call the police.

I sat in my car, trying to compose myself before I could start driving. And james came out like every 2 seconds to pound on my window to tell me to leave, not really helping my stress level at all. I call literally everyone in my phone book, and Becky answered. Thank God! She picked me up and left that hell hole.

As we drive back to her house, I get a text from james saying keep away and he’s reporting me to the lp officer at costco and how he will call the police if I’m ever over in his neighborhood.

All I can say is, what a fucking drunken idiot to break up with someone over a dog. I can do better, and I will do better.

Eff boys. <3 lea