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My Ex Is a Psycho Part 1
Now, I’m fairly sure I know what you’re thinking…everyone says their ex is crazy…what makes this girl’s ex so special? Well, I’m getting to that. But trust me when I say that I wish he wasn’t special…at least not in this way.
Steven Ross Tapan, I hope you’re reading this you piece of shit.
In order to understand the sheer insanity of this “relationship”, you must first be provided with some background information.
I met Steven following a breakup and I’ll be the first to admit that when I saw him, the only thing on my mind was rebound sex. He was tall, attractive and seemingly funny as he wooed me by lip-synching the words to “Barbie Girl” from across the bar. He immediately approached me and offered to buy us drinks, to which I obliged. We got drunk, went back to his place and had the amazing sex I was in need of after experiencing such a heartbreaking breakup a few days before. We fell asleep shortly after orgasm and the last thing I remember was falling asleep on his chest. I awoke at 4am to the sound of someone whispering…this freaked me out as I was in Steven’s house, AKA a foreign territory. I looked up and noticed Steven sitting cross-legged on the floor, back facing me, whispering to someone on his phone. Once he noticed me, he abruptly hung-up the call and came back to bed. Yes it was slightly odd but I met this dude at a bar in a half-drunk state and I was in no position to be picky about some random’s early-morning extracurriculars.
I re-awoke at around 7am and snuck out the bedroom door as Steven was snoring behind me. I walked down the hallway, fully intending to find the front door and bounce but something caught my eye. On the kitchen table there was a folder labeled “Court shit” in big red letters. Now I’m an admittedly nosey person so it should come to no surprise to anyone who knows me that I had to look in that folder. There was a copy of a court docket from May 17, 2017 and Steven’s name was at the top of it. Below his name were three charges: F2 Simple Assault, M3 Harassment and S Criminal Misch-Tamper W/ Property. Little hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Not because he had a criminal record but because he stuck me as someone who didn’t have a criminal record…and that assault charge…who did he assault? Knowing that I could easily find his criminal history online, I quickly shut the folder and stored a mental reminder to look him up later (Pennsylvania makes this process SUPER easy). I then continued my journey out of the house, down the road and back to my parked car (which I had parked near the bar the night before). I got into my car and noticed a smile brush across my face in the rear-view reflection. I did what I wanted to do…I got drunk, met a cute boy, had amazing sex and was able to leave before having to make awkward conversation with him the following morning. And the best part? I never had to talk to this criminal again.
About 3 hours later, my phone vibrated indicating that I had a text message. It was a number I didn’t know and read, “Where’d you go? frowny face emoji”. It took me a moment before realizing that it must be Steven…weird…I didn’t remember giving him my phone number but I also didn’t remember walking from the bar to his house so I disregarded it as a drunken memory lapse. I replied, “Sorry, I had to get to breakfast with my parents”. Complete lie but whatever. No sooner did I lock my phone when it buzzed again with another text. “Damn” I thought to myself, this dude is quick with the reply. I opened the text to see another message from Steven that read, “I can’t believe you’d just leave me without saying goodbye smirky face emoji”. I replied with a quick “sorry” and then got into the shower.
After washing off last night’s post-sex smell and freshening up my alcohol-ridden breath, I had honestly forgotten all about Steven. That is, until I picked up my phone. Nine new texts, 3 missed phone calls and a snapchat friend request…all from Steven. Honestly, looking back, I’m not sure why I didn’t cut the ties right then and there. Normally, this would be a red flag to anyone but I blame my post-breakup loneliness and I hate to admit it but it was kind of a nice feeling to have someone want to talk to me so badly. I opened my phone and tried to be casual as I texted, “Hey sorry, I was in the shower”. Within 20 seconds my phone was buzzing but this time it was a phone call. I hesitantly answered while trying to sound cool; “Hello?” I said. “Hey open up, I have a surprise for you” said Steven. This caught me totally off guard and I asked him what he was talking about. “Your door silly!” he replied, “Open your door!!” Um. What? Now I may have given Steven my number in my drunken state but I was 99% positive I didn’t tell him where I lived. “Um okay…” I said hesitantly. I looked out my front window and sure enough, there was Steven standing on my porch waiting at the door.
He noticed me at the window and began waving like an excited child who saw their best friend for the first time in weeks. I cautiously opened the door and noticed Steven was carrying two take-out boxes along with a bottle of champagne. “I got takeout” he said happily as he let himself inside, “I hope you like Chinese food!” Well it just so happens that I’m a sucker for General Tso’s and at that moment, I could feel my heart rate come back down to normal. I couldn’t help but smile as he took the cork off of the bottle and walked over to my silverware drawer. How did he know my silverware was in that drawer? This thought was abruptly interrupted when Steven said, “It just looks like a silverware drawer, ya know?” As if he knew what I was thinking. Still feeling a little suspicious, I took the takeout box he gave me and ushered him into my living room. We sat down and he began a tangent about how much fun he had last night blah blah blah. Honestly, most of it didn’t register with me because Chinese food. About five bites deep I cut him off and said, “Listen I hate to sound rude but how did you know where I live?” And for a brief second, I saw what looked like pure horror in his eyes. He recovered quickly though and followed with, “You mentioned where you lived last night silly. You didn’t tell me the exact address but you described the house to me and honestly I just kind of guessed once I got to the area.” My brain was screaming YOU CORRECTLY GUESSED WHERE I LIVED?! But my voice box let out a soft “awwwwww”. I’m not sure why but I was eerily impressed with his ability to turn something so creepy into something that could be brushed off with a simple explanation.
The rest of the day was seemingly normal to me…at the time anyways. We spent the majority of the day together watching movies and having conversations about Area 51 and whether or not we thought Bigfoot was real. I felt…happy. Night time came and surprisingly I found myself wanting Steven to spend the night. Just as I was about to offer, he looked over to me and said, “I’d love to stay the night if you’d let me”. How does he know what I’m thinking? I replied with, “Ya know, I was just thinking that” and flashed a smile. We downed the remainder of the champagne and some leftover tequila I had in my freezer and drunkenly staggered upstairs to bed. We had great sex and then fell asleep shortly thereafter.
Around 3am I awoke to the sound of Steven screaming and a bright light shining in my face. I soon realized that the bright light was a phone and I heard Steven yelling, “I can’t believe you’d play me like that!” What THE fuck? I was quickly completely awake and asked Steven what he was talking about. He then told me that he looked through my phone and he couldn’t believe I was talking to another guy. At that point an alarm went off in my brain and I began to wonder what I got myself into. I tried explaining to Steven that I’d only known him for 48 hours and the guy whose name he saw in my phone was just a friend. “FRIENDS TAKE EACHOTHER OUT TO EAT?!” He screamed in a rampage. He continued to yell obscenities and the main thing I remember was the stench of tequila spewing from his mouth as he screamed in my face. Side note, I don’t drink tequila anymore. But then, a thought crossed my mind that stopped me in my tracks …how did he get into my phone? My phone was fingerprint protected meaning that not even a passcode could get it unlocked. “Steven…” I said cautiously, “How did you get into my phone?” He stopped yelling, looked at me with a crazy look on his face and said, “Your fingers are really limp when you’re sleeping”.
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