When Your Ex-Boyfriend is an Asshole
That’s what the book should be called, at least. I get back from a particularly grueling orientation this morning that I wasn’t even supposed to have done, and my ex Sean has emailed me saying that he keeps getting calls from my student loans and crap when I’m behind, and demanded I change my contact info or else he’ll call my supervisor.
Firstly, when someone moves out, you have to expect that you’ll continue to get phone calls for them. That’s when you apply common sense, and tell the callers that they’ve moved. Or get caller ID, and ignore the calls.
Secondly, I could have easily called the police on his ass when he physically attacked me for missing his graduation, and gotten him deported right then and there. Yes, that was his response when I was too sick to go, and he fucking flipped out. It was apparently the culmination of the number of times I flaked on him, but who would want to hang out with someone who makes no sense when they speak and acts like a little retarded child? I’m so glad our relationship ended. I sometimes cringe when I think of it.
Sometimes people blow me away. And not in the good way.
