So, my phone rings at 11:00 Sunday night and caller ID shows that the call is from one of the local hospitals. The options, in no particular order, run through my mind:
(a) I’d had ankle surgery a couple days earlier so perhaps it was some wacko follow up call.
(b) Both my parents are in their 80’s, so perhaps something terrible had happened.
© Wrong number.
(d) Who the hell knows.
After fumbling around with the phone, I can hear someone at the other end. It’s my ex, demanding that I go to the hospital and give him a ride home. This is ridiculous for a number of reasons, including, but not limited to:
(a) We broke up eight years ago.
(b) He’s married.
© He’s been in and out of rehab for alcohol and prescription drugs over the last few years.
(d) He’s separated and living with a roommate.
(e) He has family in the immediate area.
(f) The last time he called me, several months ago, I made it clear I’m not his friend and not interested in helping him in any way shape or form.
When he called me months ago, I told him, truthfully, that I have a boyfriend, that I’m very happy, and that I cannot be “friends” with him.
None of this apparently mattered to him, as he demanded that I send someone to pick him up, even if it’s my boyfriend. What. the. fuck??? I don’t know whether to be pissed off or to feel sorry for him. Having had my own issues with alcohol, I understand very well how selfish and self-centered and manipulative addicts are. I should have told him to fuck off. I am going to call one of his friends to find out what’s going on with him and to decide if I need to change my number. I want nothing to do with this loser.
So, what are your wacko/pathetic ex stories???