Recently a man who spent a lot of time with me ended up leaving my life. And he left me with claw marks. 

I knew him to be stable, carefree and enthusiastic, but he ended up being nowhere near stable, unfortunately…

And I really don’t like thinking of him this way. This wasn’t the person I knew. Although I knew he wasn’t the man for me, the time we spent and thought that feeling might be reciprocated. Unfortunately…

I was at work maybe a month ago when I hear my name as I’m running by a car (I work at a coffee shop where we take orders outside). I knew the voice instantly and turned to see my most recent ex (not technically an ex since we never were official but bffr he was at my house 5 days a week for 7 months and we were seeing each other exclusively, or so I thought). I turn to look and I see that he is sitting in the backseat of his parents, whom I’ve never met, their car!!! 

Uhhh wtf 

I literally blanked and went totally customer service it was insane. “Oh hi *****, what are you doing here”…… yada yada yada I honestly only half remember since I’m pretty sure I blacked out some of it. 

He ends up showing me his broken arm, and introduces me to his family. His family. I met his family. 

I run inside after the interaction and cry just a bit. A healthy amount probably. Like 5 tears. 

A week passes. Like exactly a week. And I get called up to a car because “someone wants to say hi”. I run up to see a tall, freshly ear pierced, and half recognizable man wearing sunglasses and being driven in the passenger seat by his mom (Who I just met the week before). 

I get told that he just got picked up from being in an involuntary hold at the mental hospital for a drug induced psychosis after he told his parents the week prior that he was going to propose to me, at work that day. . . 

THE WAY THAT I WAS SPEECHLESS

He also tells me that he taught himself discipline and that he loves me and that soon we have to meet up so he can share his wisdom with me to help “open my eyes”. He shares that he broke his hand but that he can’t tell me how quite yet. He tells me that he listened to Viva La Vida by Coldplay on repeat until he couldn’t handle it to “learn”. It was really alarming actually. 

When he leaves, I go to the restroom and cry. And unhealthy amount. Probably. 

Since that situation I have only received interactions on my socials from him. He stopped by my roommates work yesterday and he tries to add me on social media routinely now.  

There is a shift in his postings. And I’m frightened by this man. Because I never, not once knew this man. The man I knew was stable, carefree and enthusiastic. 

I think back and the only warning sign that there was coming from him was that he always would tell me that he loved how we both have such “long and curly hair.”

He accidentally left a hair in my sweatshirt to which he was like “oooooh look at how long and curly it is”….

*THE CURLY HAIR IN QUESTION!*

claiming curl on something so straight was probably the first warning sign that I missed. With pure confidence. 

Delusional.