There is no privacy. Jesus H. Motherfuckin’ Montez. Look, I just want to blog about Doctor Who and Disney and crushes on boys, OKAY?
My ex-boyfriend’s blog was pointed out to me again today, with enormous alarm from the person who showed me. Oh, today… today, it’s all about me.
I’m not having a tumblr war with you, C. Nor do I have to address the things you’ve said about me. And I didn’t give people your Facebook address, nor did I design a Facebook hack to ‘get’ you. I don’t want people to make your life harder. Use your reading comprehension. Look in a mirror. Realize what you are. Grow up.
Go away, little insect.
However, for the edification of all:
Saying you would take Geeks After Dark, which I started without you, when I just wanted to shut it down for EVERYONE=wrong.
Copying my event format, which was my intellectual property=wrong.
Copying my ideas=wrong.
Physically assaulting me and telling me you were ‘educating’ me=wrong.
Sexually assaulting me while I slept=wrong.
Insisting I do ‘bdsm’ with you when you flat-out refused to give me affection or sleep with me=wrong.
Cheating on me physically=wrong.
Cheating on me emotionally=wrong.
Insisting on all my passwords to everything and reading every private message I sent or received=wrong.
Shouting at me upwards of three times a week=wrong.
Making me do exercises so I’d be attractive to you=wrong.
Creating a fake Facebook profile to spy on me=wrong.
Grudge-fucking me=straight-up crazy town.
He’s quoting my tumblr on his, now. He’s not even pretending he doesn’t watch this blog. He’s making big, sweeping ‘boo too, people believe women because of feminism’ statements.
People saw him abusing me emotionally.
The police took him away because things were getting physical.
People saw/experienced him trying to find someone to cheat on me with him.
Dude, stop abusing women, and get some original ideas, and no one will write about or to you.
People got mad at you this year for the shit you pulled? People harassed you?
Honestly, now you know what I felt like, living with you.
I never asked anyone not to attend your events, to talk to you, do anything. In fact, because of my fear of you, I encouraged people to go to your copycat parties so you couldn’t spread more stories about me being ‘crazy’.
And I sure didn’t start a blog dedicated to you. That’s your brand of obsession. You have a blog dedicated to me. I mean, dude. Get off the internet. Go outside.
Leave me the hell alone. Stop stalking me, stop copying my shit (intellectual property is a real thing, read a book), and just live your angry little parasitic life and go away.
And maybe stop lying compulsively. People will find you a lot more credible if you don’t pretend all the funny pictures on reddit were taken by you.
I want to take a tumblr hiatus, or make a new one he can’t find, but I really enjoy tumblr, the people I follow, the stuff I’ve reblogged. :/
I guess I have some thinking to do. It makes me feel very uncomfortable to be constantly watched by a psychopath. But I also know he can’t really hurt me anymore.
It’s still scary.
Say whatever you want, ex-boyfriend. You know what you did. You know that you can’t look away from my life. You know what’s real.