The drug-ravaged monkey man strikes again!

When Skippy and I decided to create this blog, I had 1 thing on my mind: venting. After having my world turned on its head by a drug-ravaged monkey-man, I needed to release some frustrations, and this seemed like the perfect vessel through which to spew these anger fueled rants. That being said, after I let em rip like a fart you've been holding in for hours (sweet sweet relief), I had no hate and no hilarious rage left inside of me...I felt like the blog had served its purpose and was satisfied knowing that all that was now going to be a part of my past.

Time went on and I returned to school, did some traveling, drowned in work, and spent time rekindling a relationship with an ex. Then suddenly, without warning, I'm dragged back into monkey man's world. Fucking great. That fucking stupid, sociopathic son of a bitch did it again...to another girl, almost a year to the DATE. The poor girl contacted me, hoping to find out she wasn't alone, that he had done this to AT LEAST 1 other girlfriend, and that she wasn't crazy. I explained to her what he did to me, and everything started to make sense. This is the story of his latest slew of psychopathic behaviors for your reading pleasure.

1. While they were going out, he installed spyware on her phone that he jailbroke and maintained for her. This spyware transmitted her text messages, her emails, her contacts and other personal information to his phone and/or computer. He then confronted her about things in her past and conversations she was having (that were a) none of his business and b) nothing for him to be concerned about) that he wouldn't have otherwise known about had he not tapped her phone and/or computer. She thought it odd that he knew these things, but he never fessed up and she dropped the subject, assuming she was the paranoid one. When her phone started doing odd things like frequently hard booting, and she was receiving odd messages about data being successfully sent when she was sending none, she decided to get a friend to check it out. Spyware was found and she reported it to the police. Had I had proof of what he was doing to me (he was hacking into my email, facebook and other online accounts and obtaining personal information), I would have reported him too.

2. The verbal abuse. Oh man, the verbal abuse. This guy has a tongue as sharp as a whip. He can bring a girl to her knees in tears with just a few cruel words. How many times I (and she) was called a slut, whore, annoying, bitch, etc etc...I don't even know anymore, and why either of us put up with it for so long is a total mystery. One thing is for certain though...if I see him out with another girl, I'll know exactly what to say to her to trigger alarm bells when he turns on her for the first time (and goodness knows it'll happen, he can't help himself).

3. When everything went to shit with us, he proclaimed to the world that he quit doing drugs, that he quit smoking cigarettes, and that he was a straight shooter from now on. HAHAHAHAHA!! That lasted a few hours, (according to his new ex) before he found himself nostril high in cheap cocaine, ecstacy, and tobacco once again. Once a pathetic addict, always a pathetic addict. I pity people like him that do drugs every single weekend, and sit around high as fuck, blinking wildly and sweating profusely while talking about all their other friends behind their backs. I wonder what it's like to talk shit about everyone you know, I mean, what kind of life is that? No wonder he's so paranoid he has to bug other people's electronics, because when you're that massive a sociopath, you assume that everyone is just like you.

4. HPV. He never told me he had it. He told his new ex that he caught it from an ex he had years before him and I ever even met, so naturally you'd think he would have told me, I mean, we were having unprotected sex (shame on me, yes), but oooohhh no, he couldn't admit to having it when he was so busy accusing everyone else of having it (and not telling him). That's right, he wrongly accused me and a couple friends of mine of having it, when it was him all along!! Thank GOD I got vaccinated, that's all I have to say, the peace of mind I have right now was well worth the $400 series of shots. The psychopathic things that insecurities can make you do, eh? That certainly explains why he was never able to get it up when it counted. He always claimed he was too "in his own head" to get hard, that he had "too much on his mind". Well, naturally you'd have a lot on your mind when you're a pathological liar and have to keep track of every lie you tell so you never talk yourself into a corner and get found out.

5. The paranoid accusations of cheating. Yep, once again, he accused someone of cheating on him when they never did. Surprise surprise his coke induced paranoid thoughts make yet another appearance! For the second relationship in a row, he stops talking to his SO for several weeks because of a fight (about his drug habit no less!), and when the SO takes it as a sign the relationship is over and decides to move on with her life (much like I had), he starts harassing everyone she knows: accusatory emails to her work, her parents, her exes, emails and threats to her friends...anyone from her life that he can get a hold of and spew his lies and vindictive words to, he does. FOR FUCK SAKES, HE'S 38 YEARS OLD, yet he lashes out at everyone like a small child who's just been told they can't have any ice cream. In an angry text message to her, he actually wrote "Die bitch die"...which stirrs up a memory of a line in one of his emails to me when we "broke up" that went something like "at least we ended before there was murder involved". HE'S FUCKING PSYCHO!!! I seriously don't understand the messed up, narcissistic mind this psychopath works with on a daily basis...signals are misfiring and the holes he's burned in his brain from years of drug abuse are taking their toll on his personality....twisting it beyond recognition, until he's just a gnarled, deformed, twitchy shell of his former self. He's completely deranged.

6. Creepy late night visits to her house after the email blasts. She drives home to find him standing across the street from her house, waiting for her to come home. Stalker much?! He frightened her to the point that she had to call the police! After the confrontation with the police, he sends her friends texts claiming that the police are laughing at her. WHY IS HE SO INSANE?!?! It's UNREAL the amount of creepy juice this guy oozes. Not a day goes by that I don't regret having wasted 2 years on him. Thank goodness we're both out from under his controlling, manipulative thumb, because I know that if I had stayed and put up with his insanity, I'd be in the fucking mad house by now, convinced by him that I am the crazy one, and so would she be.

There's so much more, but that will be for post #2 of my triumphant, and slightly frustrating return to this blog.