So earlier this night, I showed up at my ex’s house, honked my horn for a good 7 seconds (which is a long time in horn honking time) after thoroughly getting enraged at the sound of his laughter through the open window. Then I proceeded to throw a regifted glass vinegar bottle at his window. It bounced off and hit the ground. But before all of this, I had taken the stuffed animal he got me for Valentine’s Day, put it in front of my tire and drove over it, then reversed, then drove over it again. So back to the glass bottle to the window…he and his roommate came out to see what was going on and I said, “Come face me like a man.” He had said a bunch of messed up, antagonistic things to me basically smearing in my face how he was going to bust his a** working hard for the next girl he dates although I spent three years being loyal, waiting for that effort, and being utterly betrayed in the process. He was so degrading and mean in his texts yet refused to pick up the phone or meet up so I went there for him to face me like the grown ass 28 year old he is.
After he closed the door and went back inside, I proceeded to decapitate the stuffed animal with my bear hands by ripping my sharp nails into the neck line then tearing it apart. I then sprawled his little fluffy body on my ex’s car. After that I took the necklace he bought me (from Wal-Mart, cheap ass) which had previously been smashed by a hammer at home and threw it into his car. I spat on his car three or four times. *sighs* I feel better about the world now. He planted a lot of painful rage and this is what it led up to. Not to mention I previously found out that my time on Earth may be short and that my father may be terminally ill. Full of stress I am.
Crazy or mental breakdown? Do you think he deserved this?
- Crazy.Vote A
- Mental breakdown.Vote B