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And things were ok for a while, except he got more and more strident the longer we dated and finally he started just assuming we'd get married. He never even asked how I felt about it, just assumed. He'd talk about it like it was a done deal. It dawned on me slowly that he might be a bit out of wack.
So I tried to break up with him. I say tried because he....just didn't accept it. At all. Pitched a fit, then whined and cried, then appealed to my emotions, then practically begged me not to break up with him.
I was extremely unsure about it, but I said fine. I sort of felt sorry for him. However, I started putting some distance between us. I'd avoid him on campus, only take his call about every third or fourth time he called, make excuses for why I couldn't see him. But he still didn't get it. He'd introduce himself to people as my "boyfriend and future husband" when we were together and I'd cringe. Or maybe mouth "no" at the person.
I told him again it was over and this time, it was weirder than ever--he was totally calm and simply told me no, it's not over. WTF? What do you mean it's NOT over? He said very calmly, almost smiling, that he wasn't going to LET it be over. Which gave me chills. He was never abusive but this was now completely creepy.
When I left campus to return home for the summer that year, he began to talk about his plans for us when our junior year started--how long we'd be engaged, when we'd get married, etc.
The guy was DELUSIONAL. I BROKE UP WITH HIM TWICE. I TOLD EVERYONE I KNEW THAT IT WAS OVER. Over, over, over. He refused to accept it. Fortunately he lived in another city, so besides the twice a day long distance phone calls I never answered, I didn't have to face him.
I met my real future husband in July of that summer. When school started back up, he came to see me at the university one weekend. Delusionoid Dude showed up. He acted as if we had a standing freaking date. I was pissed off now, I'd had enough of this sick, twisted, dysfunctional bullshit. I told him off. My actual boyfriend/future husband (but I didn't know it then) heard me and came out to see what was going on. I half-heartedly introduced them and Delusionoid Dude said, "Nice to meetcha, I'm her fiance, ___________."
:wtf:
My real boyfriend asked him to leave. He was smart enough to do so and fortunately he scaled back on the crazy phone calls and driving past my apartment all the time and leaving crazy notes on my door.
But--I ran into him about two months after I got married. I told him I was married. He smiled that crazy-ass smile and said, "We never broke up."
Guess why I'm remembering that tonight?
(Absolutely a true story, btw.)
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