caligirl03
Silver Member
It all started when my combat PTSD sufferer and I got into a "text war" (I know, I know) this evening. Once I stopped texting him back since it was going nowhere, he kept calling me over and over, but I didn't want to pick up and talk to him because he was irate. He then came over to my place, and as soon as I opened the door, he started screaming obscenities I won't even bother repeating inches from my face. I could smell alcohol on his breath. I asked him to please calm down or leave, and he wouldn't do either. He broke his phone over his knee. As I tried walking away into another room, he would block me or follow. I finally grabbed my phone and locked myself in the bathroom. He kept ranting, and I could hear him start to rifle through my kitchen (don't know what he was doing in there) so I yelled at him through the bathroom door to please leave or I would call the cops. He just kept going so I ended up calling 9-1-1. I still can't believe I did it. As I was on the phone with dispatch, I was shaking and crying and telling him to please not make me do this. He said he would leave so I told dispatch he was leaving and to please cancel my request. I didn't realize he grabbed all my study materials for school as he walked out. He came back a while later, returned my things, and was much more calm yet still acting pretty irrationally in the way he was talking. He said he couldn't believe I had called the cops and asked whether I was aware they would likely still come anyway to check things out. I said if that's true, he should probably go. And he said no, he was going to stay and show me how much he loves me. Well lo and behold he was right since a little while later 2 cops were knocking on my door as a "courtesy check." They searched him and took his knife, then spoke to each of us separately. We both said it was just a verbal altercation that got out of hand. I kept saying I didn't want to get him trouble. They said although they weren't going to write him up, they thought it best they escort him out. The look on his face as he left between two cops was one I'll never forget.
