Lol that he locks himself away from me. When he’s the violent one.
Okay, I’ll just… listen to music I like and chat with my friends?
Alice:
Yeah, what a horrible punishment?
Timmy comes back.
“You started a fight with me,” he glares at me.
“Well, I’m mad at you,” I reply, not backing down.
“I’m leaving again, then,” he says. “I don’t need to put up with your bullshit.”
“Good,” I say, defiant. “Don’t come back.”
He picks something up off the counter and hurls it at me. It’s a cockroach.
I flick it off myself and run up to him, and I grab onto his arm, scratching him in the process.“Fuck you!”I scream.
“You’re so abusive, Margaux,” he says. “I can’t be around you when you’re like this.” And then he heads out the front door.
A while later, I glance at Find My iPhone. For once he hasn’t blocked me, and I can see he’s at the beach, over by the meth tents are per usual. He’s become a real frequent flier over there.
I text him.
Me:
Goodbye, freak show.
Enjoy your stupid life with your friends you met on the beach.
The thing is, I’ve stopped giving any fucks.
The thought of a life without Timmy and all his violence and constant drama seems like a beautiful thing.
He’s tried so hard to make me terrified of him leaving me, but now it sounds like a fucking party to not have to worry about him.
I don’t need him, and I never have.
He pretended to be a nice person, but he’s actually just a horrible insecure little man in a giant body.
I’m no longer worried that he’ll show my messages to his dad or anyone else completely out of context to garner sympathy.
I share a screenshot of my freak show message with Alice.
Me:
Friendly words (actually just exhausted from his shit).
Alice:
Totally understand.
I’d be fucking furious!
Me: