Me:
You won’t touch my fucking feet.
Fuck you.
Never touch me again, you loser.
Sleep in the back room and make moves to get the fuck out of my life.
I want him gone. I’m so exhausted.
I wish his parents would just fly him back to Montana so I can have some peace.
Because he just won’t leave.
I message Alice and fill her in.
Me:
Things were ‘fine’ up until this incident.
I don’t have time for his nonsense. I have a book to write.
Alice:
You need to get away from him. He’ll never change.
He’ll just push your boundaries until you don’t remember where they were.
Me:
You’re probably right.
Alice:
It’s a pattern. He isn’t learning where your boundaries are. He’s learning where HE can put them.
Me:
That’s true. I made it pretty clear earlier. So we will see.
Alice:
I don’t want him to get comfortable with violence. Which he seems to be already.
Me:
Yeah, me neither. He says he’s not. I know one thing—it won’t happen again.
Alice:
Would you do something somewhat serious for me? Basically, I want to have you give me some of your personal info and his. And I will keep it until I do not hear from you, and then I will call the police and report you missing.
A chill runs down my spine.
Me:
Okay, I’m not going to go missing, though. I promise.