pixietom

So last night... Mark (life ruin-er)... decided to text me about 10 ish calling me all the names in the book and that I destroyed his life. Funny since my life is fine without him. So the texts go on and on about how he's got no reason to live and all this and I'm constantly just saying I don't care, you treated me like crap... I'm not letting you back in my life. So then, he'd flop to another side... Where he's sad and he doesn't understand anything and he's just a bundle of tears. I've dealt with that before with him... its just an act, and I'm not gonna fall for it. So I calmly try and explain everything to him. The way I have explained it to everyone else. I only wanted his friendship, nothing more. He's not my type and I meant that in more than just looks and interests. I really take the time to understand a person through ever single thing they do. I'm a watcher/spy of sorts. Mark lived with me in my house without a job for over 8 months. Then he got a job, and was fired about 2 months later. I cooked, and cleaned up after him... Then drive him around for job interviews and such. But he still tried to act like he was doing me a favor, sitting their while I clean... His family hates him, literally and his friends are just druggies, that use him for money to get drugs and well he includes himself in that shit too.
He had the ability to be a good person, but basically he expected me to fix him and I can't do that. And then he started saying that he was in love with me... *Well I'm sorry but I don't feel the same*

So about an hour of dealing with all these texts and crap (yes, I have a great patience level) I just turn off my phone. Well as if he figures that out he calls my house number, and then starts saying he's gonna kill himself. Then he tells me that what he's gonna do to himself is all my fault that he hopes I never see his gravestone...
*How immature do you need to be to want to dedicate something like that to someone.*
So at this point I'm pissed off and annoyed. I've dealt with Mark's suicidal threats a lot. And I do mean A LOT! So, I ignored it.
Then his calls stop and then they restart and he says that they will find his body on this highway and that it hurts so much, and that its all my fault. I just shoot back with a quick, yah I've heard these threats before. And he's like I'm gonna send you pictures and again I say *Wow! That's really pathetic!* I hang up and well guess what happens... another phone call, and Mark sounds refreshed and well unharmed. Didn't see that coming. He says that he's coming to my house, to show me how hurt he is... And guess what, from where he said he was, and how when I get up the stairs and he's right outside ringing the fuck out of my doorbell, he was at his parents house less than two blocks away. I look at him from right outside my window and guess what...? bastards fine. So he sits there yelling at me telling me that I'm being immature and I'm a whore for sleeping with Tommy and that I left him to die.

I ignore it, but I do not sit well with him coming to my house.I started getting shaky because I was that uncomfortable, and a tiny bit scared. He leaves and I'm glad but the insults start. I realize that everything he spews at me is just like everything he's done. Then he tells me I'm a horrible friend, for dropping my friends like I have... No, my friends dropped me and I'm not gonna beg for someone to take me back, if they want me back they can beg. If they are hurting that's not my fault, because I was hurting while they were helping him... They never even came to me. The one that did, was only there to ask me if her and Mark could ever become something... I honestly don't see how anyone could want to be with someone like him when he treats someone he supposedly loves like this, trashing them down and doing everything in his power to sort of guilt me into being with him. She can come to me, if things are bad. I'm not gonna put myself on the line for people who hurt me, if they realize it or not. *If they don't realize it... Well that's even worse*.

He keeps calling, one phone call he's crying, the next he's sorry, the next he's civil, the next he's manic... So on and so forth... Then it happens... He tells me to stop being a fucking retarded monkey... and shut up and listen to him... He went to fucking far there... Then when I hang up lividly annoyed and he calls back, he says that if I hang up one more time I will regret it via my outside dog Duke... He's threatened my dog... Who isn't actually my dog it's my dads and I'm taking care of him. I more hang up out of fear. He calls back and says that he's gonna hurt me if I hang up one more time...
Then he says that he's coming back over to prove it...

He does, and he rings the doorbell like a madman, he shouted some and I called the police. I didn't know what else to do. My small dog was barking cause he knew something was wrong. I was so scared. I prayed to God that I had looked all the doors and windows. He was banging on the window and back on the doorbell and the Operator said the their were some officers on the way. I was ready to break down. I almost dropped the phone from shaking so bad. So I just sat in front of the door waiting.

When they finally came I told them all I could, and I felt like I couldn't help them a lot. They said they'd get on it and that if he came back to call. he didn't but he started calling again. I accidentally said I was gonna call the cops and he thought I was bluffing. Then he started calling and asking if I called the police. I just kept saying leave me alone and get out of my life... He was saying why would I call the cops. Like he did nothing wrong... Then, he starts asking me if I did, because he needs to leave his house right now...
I don't say anything. He needed to be caught and he needs to be out of my life. He was supposed to gone months ago. I moved on... and he stayed here clinging to the past. Where he has forgotten and ignored many of the things he did and how he treated me.

Then finally he says that their are police outside his house.... I hang up and I just start balling. Shaking, crying, and still scared to shit.

I went to bed at around 4, but I kept waking up... Part of me expecting to hear the phone or the doorbell. I'm sleep deprived... but now I feel better. A lot better. One bad thing though. In my stress got some food and it had eggs in it. So I kinda blew my going vegan thing... Or rather just haltered it. I was stressed out though, so I don't care.