Is this my fault? Or do I deserve to be called these names? **A little long**
In a nutshell:
I now live on the West Coast and he lives on the East Coast. He was supposed to mail me one of my old bags (A Gustto Big Baca) overnight to me via Fedex. I didnt see the box from Fedex at my house so I call him up and say hey, whats up...theres no box here, do you happen to have a tracking number?"
He says: No I dont know where its at anymore. (In a calm voice)
At this point, Im kind of miffed and say fine, talk to you later.
I call back 5 minutes later and say, hey, you know what, I dont think you sent the bag, I think you're full of it, and really im not surprised (This guy never freaking does what he says hes going to do!!)
He says, "F**k you crack-wh*re, I sent your f**ing package.
*Why this might be of importance: Before I got my act together and went to college, I dabbled in drugs. I feel like he is throwing that fact in my face with his comment above.
I hang up on him
He texts me and says more of the same up above and then says "you're going to die" and "burn in hell"
*I dont know why he said this...He does know know though, that my biggest fear is death.
* And while I can be one of the most sarcastic chicks in the world who can cuss and tell crude jokes with the best of them, I am also at the same time, very religious and take faith, and God very seriously.
I text him back and say LOL, Bye. (Usually, in huge arguments, I cry and call back but its been really rough lately, and I have come to see that the best thing to do...is nothing.
He calls me the next morning and is all calm and polite. He is at the Fedex store. He verifies that the package was left at my doorstep and then when he wallks out the fedex store, he says f*ck you! See, I did what I said I was going to do.
We hang up.
Meanwhile, I am deliberating on contacting Fedex to see if the parcel was insured or not. I text him and ask him for the tracking number so I can use it to refer to the package when I go to the Fedex store. He says, nah you dont need it, it was left on your doorstep, youre SOL.
I call him twice more wanting to get the tracking number and finally he gives it to me and says fine, here it is crackwh*re.
I say calmly, do you really think its okay to call me that? Do you really think I am on crack, and that I am a wh*re standing on the corner? (By the way, Im not...I am a senior at a great university in California, I am working on completing my LSATS, and applying to law school)...he responds.."yeah, thats what I said...are you done?"
I say, "no im not"
and he says,"well I am" and hung up
At that point I lost it, and my cool and calm reserve as well. As juvenile and low as it is, I went ahead and text him and said:
The only crack who*re is your mom who made the cracked out decision to have you. You're the one who is going to die and burn in hell. May God forgive you for your sins, and all the bad things you have done and said."
Now I hear my phone going off with all his text messages probably saying the most horrendous things...and I am afraid to open my phone.
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My issue is this: I accused him of not sending my bag to me (although I never called him names). He got pissed, started calling me awful names and told me I would die and all this other crap (The reason why this is of importance is because he knows that death is my biggest fear)
Is this whole situation my fault...or is it his
Do I apologize...or do I go on my merry way?
Please help..any advice is greatly appreciated.
Sorry for the length of this post.
Last edited by GUNG; Dec 20th, 2007 at 06:58 PM.
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