For all my life, I've been under the impression that what you do when one door closes is that you open another door... Or at least a window to jump out of if things get really sticky. Well, things got really sticky for me. I was in a dead end relationship where I was unhappy and he was unhappy. We constantly fought, there was a lack of communication and most of all a lack of trust. I dealt with things in the wrong way and strayed. Yes, I can admit it, I was in the wrong. Needless to say, the relationship ended on bad terms with nothing but drama and a sour taste in my mouth. There were endless nights of phone calls, texts and constant threats of harming ones self. Naturally, I was upset and kept to myself for a while afterward.
The other door was slammed shut in my face...
We met and talked for a while over coffee after things died down and we came to the conclusion that we both handled the relationship in the wrong way. Invading my privacy and reading my texts between my friends and I and then with myself straying, we were both in the wrong. At that time, we decided that we wanted to still be friends and keep in touch and then maybe things would be alright.
He ended up moving to Vancouver in search of better prospects and throughout the time he was gone, I lived my life as my own. I worked hard, I went out with the girls and for the first time in a while, I wasn't stressed to an extreme. Life seemed fairly easy for once. However, what was to happen next was something I could have never expected. I went to a concert with a couple friends from work and had a great night of drinking and partying. A few of us ended up going to an afterparty at a nightclub down the street from the event. There, we ran into more co-workers and that's when the real party began.
There was that window left open for me to jump out of....
While on the dancefloor with the girls, I was unfortunately confronted by a very forward man and found myself trying to push him off me with no success. My girlfriends even tried to help me and were unsuccessful. I found myself mouthing the words "Help Me" to a couple guys who were standing on the sidelines watching. One of which stepped in and rescued me from a situation that could have gotten out of hand. I ended up talking to him and thanking him profusely. He offered to buy me a drink and I accepted. That's where it all began...
I am now seeing my rescuer and have been since quite recently.
However, the same night that we started going out, my ex texted me to tell me he was moving back the next weekend. What I thought was going to be a cordial conversation and perhaps a chance to go for coffee as friends was nothing short of him telling me that I ruined his life and he's always going to love me. When I told him that I was now seeing someone, he snapped. I was then inundated with messages saying that he was going to find out who he was and "smash" his face in. Things were now crossing the line. He wasn't involved with this and shouldn't be harmed because of me... I started to panic. I tried to reason with him but he wouldn't have it.
"who ever it is is fuckin dead"
I can't argue with a threat like that. I have to take action. I texted my new boyfriend and told him what was happening and now unfortunately, we have to keep our relationship a secret in fear of my ex finding out. What shocked me even more was the fact that my boyfriend blamed himself for me having to deal with this! I tried to assure him that it wasn't his fault and that it was my mess to deal with, not his. I just wanted him to be aware of what was happening and I told him that I would do everything in my power to prevent it.
Back to the doors and windows... Yes, a door closed and another one was slammed shut in my face but I am so thankful that someone left that window open for me. If I hadn't of dove out of that window, and fallen from such a great height, I would have never met the guy who was there to catch me on the ground.
As for the ex, I hope that he runs into the glass when he tries to dive out of his next window...
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