I should have just stayed in the house because I got slapped by FWB/My ex boyfriend and I got yelled at by my sisters and my mutual friend aka bitch ass motherfucker. So I went to her apartment this morning because she had my pepsi and I wanted it and I told her I would make pancakes and eggs for the two of us and she says our mutual friend is there. I go down there and he lets me in then asks if I want a cup of coffee, I said yeah and he makes me one. An hour or two pass and I don’t remember why I was in the kitchen, I think I was getting pepsi for myself or something, so he threw his phone on the island, his phone hit a creamer container which knocked one of my sister’s glasses off the island, it hit the floor and broke.

So I he’s just sitting there, didn’t say sorry so I ask him if he wants me to grab the broom and dustpan so he can clean it up and he’s like “Bitch, why don’t you clean it” and I said “I didn’t fucking break it”. After this it goes downhill pretty fast, so I threw the broom on the ground and basically refuse to did it because he broke it. Mind you in the entry I wrote on Friday, this same thing happened last Wednesday with some corn that he yelled at me to clean up and he threatened me then and I gave him a second chance but after the fucked up shit he did yesterday, I’m done with him and so is my sister.

So I end up cleaning the glass up and end up cutting my finger in the process, then I get a call from the second bitch ass motherfucker. He wants me to meet him at my apartment so I can give him the login I was using on his laptop so he can factory reset it. I run up the stairs and ended up waiting for him and when he did finally show up, he didn’t have the laptop.

So I’m like I have shit to do today, I didn’t but I didn’t want to be around him, then he did the one thing that guaranteed II would never have anything else to do with him. He smacked me in my face, told me I was a lair when mind you, Last week when he spent the night, he called out not one but two bitches names in his sleep. He claimed one was a cat, but that’s fucking B.S because who is dreaming about cats. I mean he has a cat but neither of the names he called out are the name of his cat.

He wouldn’t leave and I could feel the tears coming because I’m not going to lie, I love him. But I let my son’s father put his hands on me, I tolerated my ex treating me like a punching bag when he got drunk, He slept with girls, every chance he got and he was always accusing me of sleeping with everyone. It’s always the one that guilty that will accuse the other person.

That’s this bitch ass mother who slapped me, then tells me I deserved it. So he finally leaves but when I’m going to leave to go back to my sisters, here he comes down the hall and tells me he’s sorry for slapping me. I said “Fuck you’re sorry” and went to my sisters. We live one floor a away from each other and one apartment over.

So I get there and as soon as I sat down, I told my sister that he slapped me then I start crying, I’m in no mood to make eggs and waffles now. My sister gets up to do it, and he starts yelling at me and I’m just crying because I got slapped by my supposed boyfriend and then I come to my sisters and I’m getting verbally attacked for I don’t know what reason.

He says sit down to her and then calls me lazy and that I never cook, when I cooked for them both Friday and Saturday, on top of that I bought him a slice of pizza at the slice shop on Friday. Then he rolls up to me and pulls out a steak knife, that was my sisters and tells me he’s going to stab me which I brush off. At this point my sister comes over, grabs the handles of his chair and say’s he has to get out of her house.

He tells her to “Shut the fuck up” and she repeats for him to leave, then he says fuck you! to both of us. Then he tells us that he’s not interested in hearing about my sex life which I don’t talk about with anyone, so I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.

He finally leaves and I tell my sister I think we should hit the store tomorrow and stay in tonight. We ate dinner then the bell rings and he’s yelling through the door to open the door because he left his phone and keys. Oh an one boot, he didn’t leave anything. He had both boots on, his keys were around his neck and his phone was in this man purse, I saw him put it in there before he left. So we just ignore him at first,, then his aunt comes and wants to know what’s going on so my sister cracks the door to talk to her and here he comes trying to force his way into the apartment. I told his aunt, one of the first people I met when I moved it that he threatened to stab me and I was done with him. Meanwhile my sister and I are trying to close the door and he’s calling me a bitch, and why is my sister taking my side over his.

My sister is not blood related but she’s been my ride or die for nine years and she’s known him for two months, He thinks because they drink together, she’d choose him over me. Then not only is he ringing the doorbell, he’s now knocking on the door so hard and yelling through the door that ne needs his keys and his phone and his missing boot, but not only that he claims he left his boxers at her house too. He didn’t leave anything, he just wanted to start more trouble.

He claims he’s locked out and he doesn’t have twenty dollars for a lock out, a lock out is fifteen but when he was pounding on her door he said he would give us fifty a piece if we would let him in and she told him she would call the office and leave a msg for maintenance to let him in his apt and he didn’t leave anything at her apartment, actually he was trying to take a bag full of bubble wrap she was saving in case she or I moved again. He also took about thirty of my Tylenol arthritis meds without my permission and left me three pills and a half of one and he took my sister’s stamps without permission too. I’m so over this bullshit.

He wouldn’t stop so eventually we called the police, neither of us wanted too because we don’t like the police but he wouldn’t stop. She had a little flower wreath thing hanging on her door and when we had to go down to the lobby to get her package, we noticed he tore it apart, there were branches or whatever it was made from were all on the ground in front of her door. So she called 911 at 8:30pm and they didn’t show until almost 10pm. They said if he came back call 911 again and he would be arrested (which he did but he was just ringing her bell and we turned the volume up on the TV and ignored him and eventually he left).

I was going to stay the night at her apartment but I asked her if she cared if I came upstairs because I was so anxious and I wanted to write this on here and I told her that I would probably make him in the Sims and torture him in the game, him and the other one. I told her if he came back to call the police and I would call her when I got home. Before I left we both blocked and deleted his number in our phones, before all this drama I gave him the login to my Hulu account and I ended up changing it and logging everyone out.

Tomorrow me and her are going down to the management office and letting them know what happened. Honestly I’m so tempted to get an order of protection against him, this is the second time this week, he pulled a knife on me and threatened to stab me.

In the middle of all this BS, the guy who slapped me called my phone and the first words out of his mouth were “Hey Bitch, are you still mad at me?” and then he says he’s going to call me a Bitch because according to him I deserve it. So yeah, It’s a wrap for him as well. I don’t need this crap.

This is exactly why I didn’t delete Badoo off my phone, because He was back and forth with me and I’m too old for that shit too. Always some fucking drama in my life.