Wreckage Part II

Simon called me last week. Ironically, I had gone to dinner with a friend the night before and she asked me if he's been in contact since the last screaming match we had over the phone back in August. I said very happily that I hadn't heard from him. Famous last words.

First he called me on the land line. I saw his number and ignored it. Then he called me on my cell phone. Now keep in mind this was 10pm on a Tuesday night. I figured if he was calling just to harass me, he would have done it earlier in the evening. The fact that he was hunting me down alarmed me a bit. And being the sucker I am, I thought there must be something really wrong if he's trying that hard to get a hold of me. So I picked up the phone. Famous last decision.

Me: Hello?

Simon: Hey.

Me: (silence)

Simon: Are you at home?

Me: Yes.

Simon: I tried calling you on the house line but you didn't answer.

Me: That was you? I was in the bathroom and I couldn't get to the phone.

Simon: Are you living with someone?

Me: WHAT?!

Simon: Are you living with someone?

Me: NO! Why on earth would you think that?

Simon: Because the answering machine said "We're not here to take your call".

Me: That's because I haven't changed the message since you left. But thanks for letting me know, I'll change that right away.

Simon: Are you dating Ryan?

Me: WHAT?!?!?!?! What the hell are you talking about?

Simon: I saw the pictures of you [online] at the ROM with him.

Me: SO WHAT?! I am allowed to go to the ROM with whoever the hell I want. And even if I was dating Ryan, it's none of your fucking business anymore. Why the hell are you even calling me?

Simon: Okay okay. Sorry, you're right. That's not why I was calling.

Me: What do you want?

Simon: Can you tell me how to email a text message to my [cell] phone?

Me: Yeah. Hang on, I'll pull the address out of my email.

Simon: (pause) Are you happy?

Me: Do you care?

Simon: You don't have to be nasty!

Me: I'm NOT being nasty! YOU'RE the one who called me and started harassing me! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ARE STILL PULLING THE SAME SHIT.

At that point he hung up on me. I immediately burst into tears and bawled my face off for about three hours. The following photo is what I looked like when I woke up the next morning.

To compare and contrast, here is a photo of what my eyes normally look like.

Lesson learned. He can leave me a fucking message because I'm never taking his calls again.