I woke up to a ton of text messages from Tom. He was accusing me of cheating on him while I was out at the bar last night! I couldn't believe it. I was so upset with his childish accusations. I mean, how could he even think that I would do something like that?
Here are some of the messages he sent me:
Tom: "I can't believe you would do this to me."
Tom: "You're such a liar. I know you were with some other guy."
Tom: "You're just like all the other girls. You can't be trusted."
I tried to reason with him and explain that I was just hanging out with my friends, but he wouldn't listen. He kept on insisting that I was lying to him. I felt so hurt and frustrated. Why couldn't he just trust me?
Eventually, I had enough. I decided that I deserved better than this. I couldn't be with someone who didn't trust me or respect me.
I called Tom to break up with him. My heart was pounding as I waited for him to answer. When he picked up, he sounded confused.
"Hey, Tom," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to talk."
"Okay," he said, sounding cautious. "What's going on?"
"I don't think we should be together anymore," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat.
Tom was surprised and asked if it was a joke. I assured him it wasn't.
"What did I do wrong?" he asked, sounding hurt.
I took a deep breath and tried to find the words. "You're controlling, manipulative, immature, insecure, and constantly make me feel bad about myself," I said, my voice shaking. "I deserve better than that."
Tom's anger started to show, and he demanded that I explain myself. "What the hell are you talking about?" he said, his voice rising.
"I don't owe you anything," I said, feeling my own anger start to rise. "I just don't want to be with you anymore."
Tom's face twisted in anger. "You belong to me," he said, his voice low and menacing.
I felt a chill run down my spine. "No, Tom," I said, my voice firm. "I don't belong to anyone. I'm my own person, and I'm not going to let you control me."
There was a long, tense silence on the other end of the line, and I could hear Tom breathing heavily. Finally, he spoke. "Fine," he said, his voice low and menacing. "If that's what you want, then we're done."
I hung up the phone, feeling shaken and scared. But I also felt a sense of relief. It was over, and I was free.
I texted my BFF Mia as soon as I got off the phone with Tom. "I broke up with him," I wrote, feeling a sense of regret wash over me.
As I got in the bath, my phone buzzed with a call from Mia. I answered, my voice shaking.
"Hey, Mia," I said, my tone sad and uncertain.
"Sarah, are you okay?" Mia asked, sounding concerned.
I took a deep breath and began to recount the conversation with Tom, my voice trembling with emotion. Mia listened intently, offering words of comfort and support.
"I don't know if I did the right thing," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What if I made a mistake? What if I never find someone who loves me like he did?"
Mia was quiet for a moment before responding. "Sarah, you deserve to be with someone who treats you well," she said, her voice warm. "You don't deserve to be unhappy or controlled."
I felt a sense of relief wash over me as she spoke. "Thanks, Mia," I said, my voice still sad but with a hint of hope. "I just hope I made the right choice."
We chatted for a few more minutes before I hung up the phone and got dressed. As I prepared myself breakfast, I couldn't help but feel scared and uncertain about the future. But I also felt grateful for my best friend and the support she provided me.
As I sat down to eat breakfast, I heard a loud banging on my front door. "Sarah! Open up!" I heard Tom's voice, his tone angry and demanding.
I froze, feeling scared and uncertain about what to do. I had never seen this side of Tom before, and I didn't know what he was capable of.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed 911, my hands shaking as I spoke to the operator. "My ex-boyfriend is outside my house, banging on my door and yelling at me," I said, my voice trembling with fear.
The operator asked for my address and assured me that the police were on their way. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as she spoke.
I stayed on the phone with the operator, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to Tom continue to yell outside my door. "Sarah! I know you're in there! Open up!"
Finally, I heard the sound of sirens in the distance. "The police are here," I said, my voice shaking with relief.
The operator instructed me to stay on the line until the police arrived. I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I waited for the police to arrive.
Finally, I heard a knock on my door. "This is the police. Open up."
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for their quick response. I opened the door, feeling safe and secure knowing that they were there to protect me.
The police officers stepped inside my house and asked me to recount what had happened. I told them about my relationship with Tom and how he had shown up at my house, banging on my door and yelling at me.
They listened intently, nodding their heads as I spoke. When I finished, one of the officers spoke up. "We're going to take care of this, ma'am," he said, his voice firm.
He went on to explain that they would file a report and that I should consider getting a restraining order against Tom. "It's important that you take steps to protect yourself," he said, his tone serious.
I felt a sense of fear wash over me at the thought of needing a restraining order. But I also knew that I needed to take steps to protect myself. I was grateful for the support of the officers and knew that I was doing the right thing by taking control of my safety.
The officers left my house, and I sat there, feeling scared and uncertain about being home alone. But I also felt grateful for their help and support.
The next day, I left work early and headed to the courthouse to file for a restraining order against Tom. It was a difficult decision, but I knew that I needed to take steps to protect myself.
As I sat there, filling out the paperwork, I broke down crying. The trauma from my relationship with Tom was still very real, and I knew that I needed to talk to someone about it. I decided to call my mom and talk to her about what had happened.
When my mom answered the phone, I could hear the concern in her voice. "What's wrong, honey?" she asked.
I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice. "Tom showed up at my house last night," I said. "The police came and took a report, and they told me to get a restraining order."
My mom gasped, and I could hear the worry in her voice. "Oh my god," she said. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head, even though I knew she couldn't see me. "I don't know," I said. "I'm scared. I feel like I'm looking over my shoulder all the time."
My mom was quiet for a moment, and I could hear her thinking. "I wish I could be there with you," she said finally. "But know that I'm here for you, no matter what. Stay strong, honey. You're going to get through this."
I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me at my mom's words. "Thank you," I said. "I'll try."
"Call me whenever you want to talk," my mom said. "I'll be here for you."
I hung up the phone and sat there, feeling a mix of emotions.