I had a good day at work. I really did. It was busy, the end of our fiscal month and I had actually managed to complete all my tasks before the end of the day. No easy feat when you’re relying on people in a different time zone to send lines and lines of data. I was feeling so good on the short drive home.
Then I pulled into my parking lot… and there he was, Brandon, the one who threatened to kill me so many times. He was out of there so quickly I could hear his tires squeal. Last I heard, he was in Florida (which is about as far south as you can get from me). The panic set in instantly. What was he doing?
I put my car in the garage and then high-tailed it into my apartment. And now I’m sitting here in the dark, trying so hard not to let this panic deepen. I really need to go to the grocery store, but I’m afraid to leave just now.
It’s only been a few months since I was legally able to remove him from the apartment lease, even though we hadn’t been together since May. I spent every single moment of that relationship worrying. One day I came home and my gray cat was bleeding from the head. He said he hadn’t touched her, but.. she wouldn’t go near him. Cats do not spontaneously bleed.
Somehow I could justify him constantly threatening my life, until he hurt her. If he could physically injure a defenseless animal, then it was only a matter of time until he hit me too. Perhaps it was my maternal instincts (yeah, yeah…I know it’s a cat). He had to go but the entire experience was terrifying. He broke a lot of my stuff in the process.
Seeing him in my parking lot was unexpected and troublesome. I’ll be keeping my eyes peeled because I’ve had enough.