911.
I’ve had enough. “Stop threatening me with violence,” I say firmly, my tone sharp but calm.
He scoffs. “Oh, you’re so fucking dumb. I didn’t threaten you. I was warning you.”
Me:
I’m apparently so dumb that I can’t tell a threat from a warning.
Alice:
Threats ARE warnings. The same in the eyes of the law.
Timmy stomps to the back room and slams the door.
Minutes later, he comes back out and I hear him leave the apartment, the door beeping as it closes behind him.
Me:
WTF, bro.
Timmy returns to the apartment, and goes to the back room for a few minutes. Then he leaves again.
Me:
A while later, he comes back again, and doesn’t say a word. He rustles around in the back room, and a few minutes later, he’s gone again.
Me:
Alice:
Yeah, he needs to make up his mind and be chaotic elsewhere.
A text comes in from Timmy:
Timmy:
I’m gonna walk to the rock and back.
I hope you can stop with the animosity.
I don’t know where it started but I want it to stop.
If everything you said you meant, I’ll leave and spare you dealing with me.
I would like to talk and hash out whatever this was… is.
I do love you Margaux.
I send Alice a screenshot of his message.
Me:
It comes from his behavior, not out of my ass. But I think he’s trying?
Alice:
He’s… I don’t know. These types of mental health issues are difficult to deal with.