I met my h one week after I was dumped by stand-up.

I only saw my h from the time we started dating.

Fast forward 25 years...

I am severely unhappily married. I reconnect with the ex to whom I was engaged. (Plus, I had reached out to the friend, too. But he never responded)

I get into a telephone relationship trying to become a real live in person one with the ex. Even after learning about such red flags that should have had me running, but I thought would be ok.

But, the long-distance relationship is never going to work. He lives in another state, doesn’t want to move to my state, and actually has the nerve to ask me to give up custody of my son to move in with him.

I end it with him, and take back my h. But, he won’t let go, starts harassing me calling me names. The h has to get on the phone and tell him to stop. Even that won’t stop it. The police get called again.

That’s why I worry he wants to kill me. Don’t you already just want to take me out? I can’t even stand my stupid self when I hear this shyt.

But, all that drama, didn’t seem that far out while it was all happening!