psyko.... that's great that he has been sober so long, how are the two of you now about this? I hope you managed to salvage your relationship or at least some of it?
When I was 17 and lived with my mom, she and I had an all out war over whether or not my boyfriend's car had broken down and I was late getting home, she assumed I was just out fucking everything I seen...... she ripped me apart, and when my step dad defended me, it got REALLY bad for me and for him. I adored him and didn't want him to suffer over me, so I left, and I slept in a ticket booth at the High School football field for days and days, walked the streets of Kansas City, Mo, which as you may or may not know was NOT safe. But luckily I was fine and managed to get out of that one too...
I'll never forget it, when I moved to Kansas City, I was from a small town and it wasn't uncommon to walk down the street alone, so when I moved there, I didn't think much about it. I had this guy that followed me at about a half a block behind me, and naturally it scared me a bit. This went on for a couple of weeks and finally one day, I turned on him and was face to face with him, he was a huge black man........ and I just knew my goose was cooked. I demanded to know WHY he was following me and what the hell he wanted..... yeah I had balls too. Do you know what that man said to me? He says that it was extremely dangerous to walk the streets alone and he was making sure I was not going to get hurt. He and I never became friends and he followed me around at a safe distance behind me, but I felt more safe with him there. All I knew was his name was Freddie, that's all he told me and all I ever knew. Sure wish NOW that I knew his last name so I could thank him.
