I thought he was different than the dude who stole my car
Turns out he’s exactly the same
Signing me up for health insurance quotes and Magic Jack and time share condos and (apparently) my social security number is no longer valid…
I’m getting at least 5 calls a day
Too bad they’re recordings or I would try to sell them on my business
At least he didn’t steal my car…
Kink isn’t my thing.
I tried it and I like it.
But I am unable to find a compatible partner.
And I’m sick of trying.
It hurts too much.
Since last September, I’ve been spending a lot of time inside my head. It was a tough time to recover from: Mick’s verbal harassment, moving, having my car stolen…
Shit! Just a move by itself is enough to send a person’s life into topsy-turvies…
I ended up dragging a couple of very special people into my drama, then seemingly dropped off the planet. There’s no excuse for that. I was simply a scared kitten.
Back in January, I was contacted by a young man on FetLife.
I named him Rock Star.
He was 26.
(Read the entire story [here])
We agreed to meet one night at a rather busy bar, had a couple of drinks and got along very well.
So well that we had a “practice run” in the front seat of my “new” car (at the time), Lil Bear.
Then, the following weekend, during a legitimate hookup at a local Motel 6, he professed his undying love for some other woman he had never met…
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Hooray!!! My beautiful Lil Bear has been found!
Friday afternoon two weeks ago, right before we left for our skate trip to Dallas, I called to give the police the address where I thought Lil Bear might be – Jim/”Mick” has a friend with a shop in his garage. We had done all the work on Lil Bear there and I thought maybe, if Jim was the person who took my car, it could be there.
About 1.5 hours after I made that call, Denver Police called back to tell me they had found it!
Friday evening, when I got home from work, I was happy that the parking spot next to Breezy was open. I put Lil Bear in his place, grabbed my things and went inside to make dinner.
A friend was coming over at 7pm to eat with us and then give us massages. Because he hadn’t yet been to my new apartment (which I haven’t even told you about yet!), I met him out in the parking lot. I leaned on Lil Bear while I waited for our friend’s arrival.
We ate yummy food together; had our massages… It was a lovely evening.
When our friend left at 10:30, I walked him out and Lil Bear was still in his spot.
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After I asked Mick to please stop because I feared for my and my family’s safety, he opened the proverbial flood gates.
It was like he had spent the past couple of days constructing hateful notes to me and then sent them all as soon as I re-engaged.
The first was his flippant comment email:
That sounds pretty threatening.
I’m sending you the other stuff that I have written. And then it will be turned over to the psychiatrist I spoke of in my other writings as evidence should you do something crazy to get your way.
Should *I* do something crazy?!?!
Am I missing something here?
After that, he sent three more.
I am very disappointed in myself for re-engaging with Mick. I should have let his little tantrum be the end of us.
*sigh* But that isn’t the choice I made and I’m now reaping the consequences = excuses, excuses, excuses…
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Yeah, I knew exactly what he meant when he said that shit.
But I feigned naïveté because (maybe?) I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt… I don’t know. At this point I think I’m just a glutton for punishment and incredibly silly for not ending all communication with him.
So, after Mick hung up on me Tuesday morning, the thought crossed my mind, “Cool! Now I don’t have to figure out how to break up with him at the end of the month.”
I realize that is a very bitchy thought, but the mother-fucker just hung up on me after telling me he was done. What was I supposed to think? Read more