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Monday, November 5, 2012

Manic Mondays SPECIAL: Tales of a Psycho Ex Boyfriend

If you didn't know, I have the worst taste in men. Ever.

So, its been a long, lonely week without me. I know. Its been really hard. But, its okay, I promise, I'm back now from an absolutely amazing week in Hawaii. I'm certainly going to give a run down of my top 10 Hawaii moments on my blog tomorrow, but I wanted to share a very, very special and highly disturbing SPECIAL edition of Manic Monday....Tales of a Psycho Ex Boyfriend. For once, I'm not the damn crazy one. Its shocking...but its true.

So, back in high school, I met my first love. His name was Matt and he was a huge, rich jack ass who treated me like garbage among other horrendous things he subjected me to over the two years we were together. While I do believe he was a good person at heart, he was very seriously fucked up, mainly due to a father he watched beat the shit out of his mother and a family who gave up on him. I'm fairly certain he was bipolar and unmedicated, with a huge amount of rage building up inside him. Sometime he took that rage out on me. I was too scared to get away.

Luckily, I went away to college 900 miles away from him and didn't look back...except perhaps a few times where I fell back into his allure of the lifestyles of the rich and famous. I soon met College boyfriend, who mended my tortured heart and kept me away from Matt long enough for us to loose touch completely.

Over the years, Matt harassed me, threatened me, stalked me. He'd leave me voicemails telling me he was coming to DC to kill me, call me all night long from blocked numbers and just laugh. Really creepy shit. I blocked several of his numbers, but he always got a new one.

Why is all of this relevant right now? Because as soon as I turned on my phone upon landing in Phoenix, I had dozens of texts from one of the number I thought I had blocked, but perhaps I didn't? Anyways, nothing mean or threatening, just "Hi", "Do you know who this is?" "Hello" "Talk to me", etc etc.

So, I was freaked out. I got home and immediately googled Matt because I knew there was something odd about why he was contacting me, after we haven't seen each other in about 3 years.

This is what I found:

You'll notice this is his mugshot. And the charges--- well, its certainly no petty crime. I feel terrible for whoever was on the receiving end of this. I suspect it was his long time girlfriend whom he dated after me, as she had told me in the past about how he broke her jaw with a baseball bat. She was an equal nutcase, getting my number from his phone and calling me up. Loonies, all of them.

Anyways, the point is, I am so thankful this wasn't ME. This guy is truly the epitome of a psycho ex boyfriend, far worse than anything cray cray I've ever participated in. Just remember, ladies, love shouldn't be painful and don't let it be. I can't believe I put up with this douchebaggery for as long as I did. Fairly certain he'll be locked up for this, so rest easy for a while.

Still a bit concerned about the texts, but they seemed to have stopped today. C'est la vie. Sleep with one eye open.

Sorry for such a downer blog today, but I had to share. I seriously have the worst taste in men.

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