Ugghhh! I'll be ratchet with y'all.
This was my first real boyfriend.I was 16 and he was 18 about to be 19.Anyway, I met him on Halloween while trick or treating and his house is one of the ones that we stopped at, said I was cute and that he wanted my number. He lived 3 blocks from me so we decided to meet up one night. First night we meet up ad I give him a hug I feel something heavy in his pocket, turns out its a gun and he always carries one with him because "ppl are after him".
He explians how he used to live a life of crime, sold drugs, and how he moved from his town to my town to get away from it all. Hes a good kid at this point in time, goes to church, is a great boyfriend, and goes to school. Well, Im an even greater girlfriend (not trying to toot my own horn, im serious) and he starts to really like me to the point where he feels like he loves me. Im like wtf we've only been going out for two months, CHILL! He chills on telling me, but still feels this way. Becomes super clingy and I just cant take it. I try to break up with him and he says dont do this to me and almost cries. I say ok and dont break up with him. I strategically broke up with him when I knew my phone number was going to change. I leave a message and say I cant do this anymore and the next day my number changes. He chills out in front ofmy house and ish and I get scared, but never go out when hes around cause I dont know what he can do.
Fast forward three years I spot him on Fb and friend him. We catch up and he says he wants my number, Im like NOO. He says please, I wont bother you. I give it, He calls me within 5 minutes. Talks about how he knew God was going to bring us back together and how Im the love of his life and how he wants to fly me out to see him. (That clingy ish never left him) I keep telling him to chill but he doesnt get it. Blah blah blah, he confides all his deepest worries and thoughts into me and I say chiill Im not the one who you should be talking to. Says hes been dreaming about death and feels like hes going to die. I say chiillll son I cant do this (lol) I tell him to go to therapy and leave me alone.
Next thing I know on FB it says "R.I.P to _____ who died in a tragic shoot out with the Atlanta PD." I cry because he confided in me that he felt like death was upon him and I didnt do ANYTHING! I feel depressed for weeks and ask the person who continues to post on his pg about what to him and his death. They give me all the info I ask.
Months pass and someone posts on the F.B "_____ has been resurrected, welcome me back!" Within an hr I get a call and the first thing this nigrum says is "I thought you didnt love me, but I can tell you love me now." I call this young man crazy because he did all of this to see if I loved him. wtf! I curse him out explain how his "death' has effected my studies and personal life in general. I hang up and make a fb status about him then delete it. He finds out somehow and starts writing statuses about me abotu how hes going to kill me and for everyone to prepare my wake. This goes on for weeks and weeks and I finally have to fil a restraining order cause I feel scared. I tell him to leave me alone and that I filed a restraining order and he says "Do you think a restraining order is going to save you when I have a gun in your face?" He says when he comes back to my current state hes going to get me. IDK if I believe him, but I know hes good for it. Hes been to jail for shooting someone before, terrorism, and etc.
All of this happened past us breaking up, his parents died, hes displaces, hes been to jail numerous times, and now he has tattooes all over his body even his face. Damn.