Sorry for the next wall of text, I just need to vent or something, the story is too complicated to follow probably, so any questions PM, I will probably tell the whole story someday
I always believed telenovelas were shitty, until I met my ex-bf (lets call him V, because "vale v*rga"), and know I know that people who dismiss a novela need to experience more in life.
Last wall of text warning, I like the stories how I like them dicks, long!
Met the guy back in 2010, we had a relationship for about 2 years. I would love to say it was all great, except my self-esteem was really really low and he is a guy with family issues and he would try to drag me to his conflicted world whenever he could, he was a real stalker* and he had no goals in life** , so the relationship was shit. Fast froward to last year, he would get mad that I didn't fall in his miserable games anymore and that I wanted to change my life for better, whenever he got mad he would block me from Whats app/FB/whatever, and I felt bad because I still needed his validation (whyyyyy? because I'm an idiot; idiot is is not enough, pendejo fits better
).
October 2014 - We went out on a date(?) to fix things, I mean to at least be able to talk like normal people instead of fighting every 3 seconds. By this time I'm already way too different as a person (thanks to giving myself a chance and embracing that I'm a better person that I gave myself credit for). Date ended I was going to my bestie party, had like 1 hour left, so I offered to give him a ride to his home. He said he didn't want to go because he was horny (lol) and that it would be a better idea if I didn't attend the party and stayed with him. I told him he should think that through, go home and sleep, "no sex tonight sorry". He got really angry, stormed off, for a few seconds I was thinking that following him was what I should do, but that would be what he wanted***. So I was on the way to the party and he calls me crying, that he needed help. I worried because he is an idiot (and knowing his shitty mind) I thought that by the time he called it was because he tried jumping in front of a car or some crazy shit. I started looking for him, I checked all streets close to where he would have taken the bus, called the police to know if there was a report on an accident, nothing. An idea: "Go to his home and check if he called his mother", I didn't want to do that because he lives all the way across the city, I would take like 1 hour to get there and go back to the party, adding to that I was already late, but I still went here anyway. He was there reading a book, fuck it, "Stop being so miserable, I'm leaving". I arrived to the party, and my friend tells me "why is V texting me?". I check her phone and he went through my fb friends, checked their birthdays and probably thought: "she must be having the birthday party he is attending". V was apologizing for "ruining " the party. Whatever that night I forgot everything about it.
He blocked me again on any network we had contact. That was a favor
.
November 20th 11:34pm - On my way to pick up Smash Bros. 4 he texts me. He was complaining on how I'm the worst person ever. He started complaining on how I was the fakest bitch the universe had ever known and how "the love I gave him" was trash, how the only thing that he wanted form that poniut forward was just sex with me, but that I should get flattered because "Better bodies I have had by my side", ugh. I was waiting in line to get Smash, phone on low battery and he texting like a teen. I told him I couldn't talk for long, my phone died, I got Smash, started playing at 2am. When I remember "Need to charge my phone". He again blocked me, checked his last messages that were:
"I'm not your pendejo to be waiting like this"
"I hope you die, I hate you"
"Die"
I deleted his number, but didn't block him (this was my mistake). It was like a wake up call for two reasons, first because I deserve better and second because seriously I hate when relationships ruins songs I would hate Smash to be ruined thanks to that dramatic episode. Sorry I'm a gamer first *Queen emoji*.
Christmas he texts again: "I think I at least deserved a good wish message, no"
To which I replied: "If you meant something more than a very bad experience in my life, then yes"
New Year, I texted him "Be happy it's a new year and it means one less person in your life <3"
Fast forward February 5th, he send a message, I ignored him and blocked his number. Today again, he tried to talk to me with another number, trying to fix things again but I'm already sick of this stupid shit, so I cut the chase. I know he actually wanted to try to get back this time, because (seriously and after 4 years of this weird story) he needs my validation to go on with his life. He noticed the conversation wasn't going his way, so as always he tries to be miserable.
Him: "i know you are angry, but let me tell you two things.
First Fulano passed away two month ago, you should know because you had to do with it. His family wanted to talk to you, but I told them you were unreachable.
I wanted you to know that because it's probably the last you hear of me, I'm moving out of the country"
My response: "I'm sorry, I know Fulano was your boyfriend and I didn't even got to meet him in person more than 5 minutes, I'm truly sorry... But that's kinda weird, because you told me last October that Fulano died last year in 2013. But just because this is a serious matter, I have to check that.
Oh wait, he updated his fb yesterday" (A friend of mine knows this Fulano guy, I'm not that of a stalker)
His last texts: "Well it's over, I'm leaving an will never see you again. One last thing
I hope you really know who your friends are. One of them is still playing games with you ad he knows you better than I do. You are a good person and deserve to know that some of your friends want to hurt you"
Me: "Thanks for the heads up, but unlike you, I have real friends. I'm sorry that all your relationships were always shitty, you should check what do they have in common ... and you should be careful, I'm not responsible for your misery. Bye
"
He was typing but I just blocked him. So that's it, that's the last part of the story on how I was awesome, then fell into tragedy and now I'm going back on track ditching the first thing that was always holding me back.
Notes:
*He is a real stalker, just the first week of dating he found out where I lived thanks to a series of events: going to my school, checking which, following the teacher, asking him for the list of students, checking my name (my last names are rare), and checking the phone book, until he saw someone with a similar name to mine (my dad). I don't know how this worked. Red Flag 1
**He doesn't have life goals, he was expecting me to solve his life.
*** He always complained on how he wanted to live a story like in the movies, when we had a fight he expected me to follow him, grab his arm and kiss him or things like that, which is pretty cute when you think about it, but he would get mad when I didn't do stuff like that. I mean, what?