This is the conclusion to my previous post… I promise you this will not be as long as that one 
After I returned home with my parents, I quickly settled back into a normal life. I returned to college to pursue my journalism degree and was just enjoying life for what it was. I had always been fairly skinny (due to bad habits) and this newfound freedom allowed me to start relaxing more. I also drastically cut off my very long hair. It was as if I was trying to reinvent myself or something.
One day, after about 2 months of peacefulness, I answered my phone and there on the other end was him. At the time I had thought I was over him, but the moment I heard his voice I was excited. I stayed cool and asked him how he was and what was new, we chatted back and forth and then he apologized for everything he had said and done. I was not prepared to accept him apology then, so I yelled and screamed and vented all my frustrations… and like never before, he sat and listened to me.
Needless to say, I was stupid and decided to listen to his plea for forgiveness.
And then I forgave him.
A few weeks later, I met him at the local bus station. He stayed in a roach motel for a while, and then I moved him into my house - thankfully my parents were oblivious. Whenever my parents were around, he would hide in my closet or jump out of my window… they didn’t suspect anything of course because they didn’t know I was even talking to him.
One of my best friends eventually told them that he was in town and they confronted me with it. I told them he was staying in various places and they asked me to bring him over so they could talk to him. My parents never really cared for him so I was expecting the worst. They still didn’t know what caused me to call them that night begging for help, and I wanted to keep it that way.
In a way, the meeting with my parents is what started me and the jackass back down the path of doom. The weeks prior to that had gone well. He was kind and gentle and so very loving. He and I had so much history - most of it bad - so to have some good moments was very refreshing.
After my parents sat him down and talked to him for endless hours about his choices, his life, his future plans, and so much more, we no longer had to sneak around. That is when his arrogance and dominating personality began to show its ugly head again.
There were a lot of things that happened, mostly him being an angry loser, demanding I give him all my food (which left me with nothing) or talking down to me or threatening to beat up someone who looked at me. He had promised to never hit me, and so far, he had been keeping his word. I was waiting for it though.
And then one night, he was watching the NBA semi-finals and I made the mistake of asking him to switch the station so I could quickly see what was on the other networks. I just wanted a quick glance so I could decide whether to go to the living room to watch something else or stay with him. This request sent him into a frenzy. He began to scream and yell, and act like a maniac. My parents weren’t home at the time and I became paralyzed in fear. I told him I was sorry, that I would get up and go check the other TV myself. His response was to tell me that it was too late, I had already fucked up the game for him. He switched the station and threw the remote at me. Not wanting to continue the ridiculous fight, I switched it back to the game and gave him the remote back.
I went into the other room and watched some corny movie until my parents came home. At that time, he said good bye to them and walked out of the front door. My parents are not dumb people, and I am sure they knew he was coming back into the house later on in the evening, so they would pop into my room through out the night to “check on me”. Finally, they went to sleep, and he came back inside. It was really late, and I was exhausted.
He was already laying in the bed when I got done washing my face. I went to crawl into the bed next to him when he rolled over and told me to stop. He then told me he was pissed at me, and that as a punishment, I would be sleeping on the floor.
Huh?
So I got on the floor, with no blanket, no pillow, nothing and curled up. As the time passed, I got more and more pissed off. Here I was in my house, and this piece of trash has me sleeping on the floor. He kicked me out of MY bed because he was mad that I asked him to change the channel for one minute?
When I finally felt he was asleep, I got up and walked into the kitchen. I originally was going to grab a ton of food to eat in hopes that it would make me feel better. Instead I saw a pan full of grease.
And I turned on the stove.
And I waited for it to get hot.
And I walked back into the bedroom.
And I stood over him with it…. so very close to dumping that shit all over his face.
And then common sense kicked in. If I did it, I would more than likely spend the rest of my life behind bars and I had been imprisoned by him for long enough.
I calmly walked back into the kitchen to put the pan down, and then I went into my parents guest bedroom and laid in that bed. I realized that I could not guarantee that tomorrow night I would not find myself in the same position so I rolled over and called his mother.
It was about 4:30 in the morning and I know I had to have sounded crazy. I told her outright that I almost killed her son and that it would be in her best interest to come up with a story that was plausible enough that he would go home immediately. And I meant immediately.
When I hung up, I went back to my room and told him to move the hell over because I was indeed sleeping in my own bed. He pulled the covers up and told me to come on in and held me tight. He said sorry.. and I did as well, but not for what he thought. I finally was at peace with myself… finally.
He eventually got up and did the usual jump out of the window, walk around and ring the doorbell nonsense. Shortly thereafter the phone rang and it was his mother… I don’t know what all she said but I know she made up a good tale. None of which involved me and my threats of murder or else I am sure he would have beaten my ass into the ground for even thinking of doing it. I had been ready though… ready for her to sell me out… ready to fight for my life.
Our last night together was blissful. I think he knew it was the end, even though I insisted it wasn’t. The following morning my mother and I drove him to the bus station and he cried. He cried and cried and I felt nothing. I couldn’t even fake cry. He hugged my mother and cried some more. He kissed me and cried even harder. He was hugging me so tight I thought I was going to pass out.
When they called for his bus to start boarding he asked me if I was going to come up the following week. I smiled and told him, “Of course. It’s always been you and me… together forever baby.” We kissed, he smiled through some tears and that was it. He got on the bus and my mother and I watched as they pulled away, smiling and waving.
As we pulled out of the bus depot, my mother said to me, “There is something so different about you today. You are never going to see him again, are you?”
Finally I was able to say it…. “Never again.”
And this time, I meant it.
