3. “She’s So Materialistic”

I had a terrible birthday that year. My moms had a positive biopsy, the cancer had spread, and at that it looked super high risk. There was drama at work, where I had to perform layoffs on some long term employees. I texted him about it. He texted me back to make sure I was going to be home that night, and that he was then at my apartment. I thought maybe he was going to surprise me with dinner or something.

I come home and he had been watching my tv (his cable was off) and left fast food wrappers all over my couch. I was miserable and planned to take a bath and get drunk. Next thing you know, his son is at the door. My ex had dropped him off, expecting me to babysit overnight while he went to Hooters with friends. He refused to answer his phone. When he did, he said he didn’t see the big deal, as I said I would be home.

His version? I broke up with him because he didn’t get me a birthday present, and I was too materialistic.

Actually, everything he accused me of doing was pretty twisted. He constantly was telling his son to disregard anything I said, that I wasn’t his mother. Yet he expected me to babysit even though the son was then uncontrollable. Earlier in the relationship, the son was playing with a super ball and was popping it in and out of his mouth. I told him it was dangerous. My ex was in the other room, didn’t know what his kid was doing and said not to listen to me. The kid started showing off more and aspirated the ball. My ex freaked out was trying to fish it out with his fingers but it was down the kids throat pretty far and the kid wasn’t breathing at all. I flipped the son over and did the kiddie Heimlich maneuver, ball popped right out and the son started breathing again.

But I had bruised the kid in the process of doing the maneuver. My ex took pictures and whenever we fought he threatened to call the police for assault charges. Afterwards, he would tell the kid that I would hurt him again and how ” mean” I was. He still expected me to watch his son regularly though.

4. Come Get Your Shit

The fucker had about 1000.00 worth of my Blu Rays in his place, and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to blow up his phone numerous times a day until he fucking answered and gave them back to me.

But to everyone who listened to him first (his “bros”) I was “his crazy ex who wouldn’t stop calling him hurhur bitches are crazy eh?”

5. Crazy For Being Understandably Upset

I was meeting his friends for the first time. We all went out and then came back to his house for drinks. I’m talking to his friends getting to know them and be social. He’s upstairs and talking to another friend. Girl walks in and goes up stairs I think nothing of it until his friend comes down and I’m being directed elsewhere.

I realize they’re trying to distract me and of course since I’d been drinking everything was a lot bigger of a deal. I throw a fit and go and knock at the LOCKED door and might’ve start screaming because what else was I supposed to do when he guy your seeing is in a locked room with a pretty girl? I’m humiliated, can’t be talked down and am alone cause they’re all his friends. Screaming, crying and the like.

So that’s how I became the crazy one.