Alright.... So.... I'm not exactly the best at blogging, so I'm sorry if writing my thoughts down makes me a little stiff to your eyes. Umm.... Well.... So I guess I'll just write what I feel and go from there, okay?
So back in 8th grade, I had this boyfriend.... He was the world to me for a while (even when I did shit like punch him in the temple and tease him). After 8 months (almost an entire school year), I broke up with him 2 days before school went out for summer. Dick move, right? Well... Let me explain why.
E was a sweet boy... at first. In fact, for 6 months he was great.... Or so I thought. It took me a while to realize that alot of my friends were slowly ceasing to speak to me, spend time with me, or even go near my boyfriend. E was the kind of guy that my friends were apparently upset about me being with, because they could see he wasn't good for me. I had several tell me that, but I just couldn't believe it.
So, he became more possessive and more like an asshole, and eventually I couldn't stand him. I spent the last month of school trying to break up with him.... I just couldn't do it. I was getting called every day, and he was offended when I didn't answer. We lost contact, and I wasn't really sorry. I didn't want to hear his pain.
So we didn't talk until the end of ninth grade.... He called me exactly one year after I broke up with him.... I answered, we got to talking, and we spoke for another bit of time. We kept talking for a while, and then I went up to Idaho, as is customary of every summer. He called my house every day for a month, with my mom answering to tell him that I was gone, and yet he didn't get a clue until a few days before I came back home.
So we went to a Halloween dance together that sophmore year (once again I was talking to him), and we started talking and spending time together again.... But, he made a move on me, and I just couldn't stand a relationship again. I asked my parents, and they helped me block him from everything after he told me I was ruining his life and I told him to fuck off.
So now, after basically three years of abstinence from each other's presence, E has once again found me. We went out to lunch, and it ended unpleasantly.... We didn't argue, but some things happened that shouldn't have. He wants to be friends, but after Sunday, I just can't be sure that he won't try to take me back from my boyfriend, and I don't want to be back with him. What should I do? I seriously don't have an answer for that..... And I'm kinda scared of E.
My dad spoke to me tonight, and he mentioned how E has always been kinda stalkerish and possessive. What if he's right and E turns out to be as possessive and abusive as he used to be? What if he does something bad? What if he turns into a jackass or tries to hurt me. I don't know what to do, and I'm lost on it. I need help.
