When we broke up he moved into my neighbor’s apartment and would hang around outside waiting for me to take the trash out or leave for work. They had a surveillance camera on their front door (drug dealers) So every time I came home, he’d be moping around outside trying to get me to come outside.
I ended up moving out of state, on a trip back home we had been on better terms and were planning on meeting up for a drink. Before that happened, I found out he got this girl pregnant and she was terminating the pregnancy – whatever, totally her/their choice. Not my business but I called off the drinks and told him I knew what was going on and I had no interest in being involved in that drama.
He tried to say he didn’t even know if it was his, he told the girl he got pregnant he was going to off himself, blah blah blah. Before I left town I had a card in my dad’s driveway from my ex, inside he wrote all kinds of crazy stuff. I don’t remember what it said but I do remember the poorly sketched picture he drew of a terminated baby with its umbilical cord wrapped around its neck like a noose.
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