What A Clown
MVWD occurred shortly after my divorce. I was still young and looking to see what else was out there. I had gone on several dates with “JB” and he was becoming increasingly clingy ad needy. I had already pretty much decided I was done, but I didn’t want to blow him off over the phone. He was nice, even if he was a stage-5 clinger, so I agreed to one last date.
He asked if I wanted to go to the circus. I said no but he continued to argue the point until finally he told me he already bought the tickets. I gave in and agreed because I just wanted to get it over with.
He arrived at my apartment wearing a suit and asked when I was going to change since I had on jeans and a sweater. I was super annoyed – who wears a suit to the circus? I expressed this thought and asked if he realized that where we were going there were going to be dirty, screaming, sticky children, not to mention circus animals. I completely lost it and unleashed all the pent up rage towards him for being clingy, lazy, and just downright weird.
He looked at me, stunned, then said “lets not go to the circus,” and I said “great, you should go,” and that’s when things got really bad. He loosened his tie and slumped into a heap on my living room floor. I wasn’t sure what was happening and I stood silent for a minute until he started crying. This made me furious. I told him to get out and never come back. He started to pretend to pass out every time he stood up.
I finally made up a lie and told him I had another date, so he would have to leave or my other date would be furious and would surely kill his wimpy behind. He still wouldn’t leave until I finally got super mad (and mean) and told him there was no way we could be together because our periods would sync up and the tampon bill would be outrageous.
He left but continued to call, text, and stalk me for another two weeks.
