Drama came into my life recently. Well, actually not that recently. A long time ago, when I was naive and in love, which is generally a dangerous situation, for certain in my case; I dated took care of this guy. He wasn't a great guy, he never did anything for birthdays, valentine's day, etc. He lived with me rent and bill free for over a year. He cheated on me, I broke up with him. Problem was, at this point, we still lived together. He was Crazy! He would check up on me and drive around the neighborhood when he knew I was on my way home so he could see who I was with. He beat me up, followed me around town yelling at me like a crazy person. Yeah, not fun.

We got back together; like so many crappy relationships that are so intense... The second year was bad, to say the least. He cheated on my several more times. We eventually mutually decided to not see each other. For over a year we didn't speak. I wouldn't have minded speaking to him, but he would not talk to me, so that's how it was.

He decided to start talking to me right before I moved to Florida. Once I was here he would IM me constantly. It was very confusing, as I was thousands of miles away... And was in a new place with new friends, finally away from him. Yet he was talking to me all the time.

When he moved here, we started hanging out. A lot. One night I said some things to him that I probably shouldn't have. Nothing serious, but it offended him. We haven't spoke since then. This was over a year ago. Earlier this year, he decided, when he broke up with his boyfriend, that he wanted to be friends again. He didn't talk to me or try to apologize, he told Walter he wanted to talk to me again. Walter told me, and I thought it was ridiculous. It took a lot for me to avoid him that night. All it would've taken was a friendly conversation and I would've been caught back in his tangled web...

I've been through it before, I know that any friendship that we might have will end with him spouting off about how crazy I am, about him and in general. In all reality, I just wish he would leave me alone; I wish I would never hear from him again. 

So, back to the part where I said drama recently came into my life. I didn't ask for it, I didn't do anything, it just arrived on my doorstep... Walter told me that He was accusing me of deleting his myspace profile. My first reaction was amusement. He pissed someone off enough that they did that to him... Hmmm, big surprise there, he treats people like shit... I've been treated like shit by him, I know what it feels like.

Secondly, I thought, this is bad, because although it wasn't my doing, he is going to have to have some sort of revenge. I know him all too well. I thought about calling him to tell him I didn't do that, but figured he would just get all pissed off and start yelling, and that there was really no point... So I didn't call...

Walter and I had a long conversation several days later about this situation, and about him. Seriously, I think he needs to grow up, he needs to let go. Whatever we have done to each other is in the past. It should stay there. Walter told me that he still to this day, tells people all about me and tells them I'm psychotic as soon as he meets them.

I don't tell anyone about Him. The name doesn't cross my lips (and it's not gonna be in this blog either...), the story stays where it belongs; in the past. Personally, I don't want anyone I know to know that I was ever associated with him.

He is the kind of person who either he loves and obsesses over you, or he hates and obsesses over you. I know, I've been on both ends of the bipolar spectrum with him. Now he enjoys telling people that I am psychotically in love with him. I guess it makes him feel cared about in some strange strange way...  

Anyways, he has now stopped talking to Walter, one of the few people who is actually a real friend to him, and now is posting items on the internet about me.

It is hard to deal with in some strange way. I spent a lot of time over the past year hearing nasty things said about me, and feeling really bad about it. Like I said, I just wish that he would leave me alone... I wish he would forget he ever knew me, and never mention my name again. For someone who claims to hate me so much, that shouldn't be too much to ask, right?

The bad part about the timing is that I have spent a lot of time lately trying to get things right in my life. Trying to fill my life with good things, good people. It hasn't been going badly. This is, I suppose, a minor setback, but I just thought I should write something, mainly just to get it off my chest. Once again, I'd like to reiterate that he needs to get over his vendetta, because his obsession and his anger with me really says more about him than it does about me. I'm thankful that I realized that right away...