Morgan Absher

Whatever.

I've read the responses well into the morning.

While my now ex-fiance absolutely blew up my shit, alternating between calling me a whore and a see you next Tuesday, asking me why I disgraced myself and him like that, he also peppered the barrage with things like, what's going to happen to us after this?

I finally fell asleep at like 3 a.m.

and should have worked, but after finally admitting that I needed to break things off with him, I called in sick to work.

Went to fiancé's house, asked to come in, told him we had to talk.

He said we did.

But as a testament to his fucking out-of-control ego, he prefaced his part of the conversation with, quote, I want you to know in advance, I may not be ready to accept your apology.

Fuck him.

I planned on being nice, but that was too much.

I just told him it's over between us.

His look of surprise was a combination of pathetic and amusing because even after calling me all sorts of gendered slurs for the better part of a few hours, he still wasn't expecting me to break up with him.

He begged me to know why.

I think I told him he had to know why and I tried to leave.

I had no desire to talk to him, so I tried to leave and he kept blocking me.

I finally told him that if he didn't fucking let me go, I was going to call the police.

He finally relented, but as I was trying to drive away, he came out and started punching the driver's side window.

It was terrifying, but it didn't break.

Between leaving his place and getting to mine, he texted me and called a dozen times.

I just blocked him, deleted the whole conversation without reading it.