"9-1-1 : My Unfortunate Part Deux"

As you could have gathered from previous posts, my ex-boyfriend Patrick was deeply in love with me, and until any further notice, he still is, but has an odd way of showing it ... Allow me to explain this...
He purposely whacks me on the back of the head very frequently, acts so macho around all my guy friends that the motive to his actions have become terribly transparent, and enjoys clipping my possessions.
Sure, I'm a bit before my time and all, but has this really become the "it" way to show someone that you want to get back together with them? A little bitterness and teasing I can see and understand, but when it comes to personally asking somebody to stop whatever it is they're doing that's hurting you and provided the love they still have for you is actually there, shouldn't they have the decency and the respect to quit while they're miserably far behind? This has all the potential to lead to severe injuries, and it did...

On Wednesday night, I spent it doing what I truly love (which, for the record isn't him), Jazz Band rehearsals while relaxing in one of my most comforting surroundings - Friends, and quality music ... (Our skills have brought us a certain success, for instance competing/performing against/among others at Carnegie Hall, which is a major step for our talent). Much like a 9:00-5:00 job, rehearsals are from 7:00-8:00. Anyhow, as I was packing up and ready to head home, Patrick's lack of a functioning brain decides it'd be hysterical whacking me and then leaving. There comes a point where a gal has had enough, at that moment, I reached my breaking point, and subsequently telling him to "Stop" had gotten me nowhere. I had charged after him, thinking I could catch him and finally break the pattern after all ... Which was presumably the stupidest course of action that I've ever taken in a situation similar to this. Patrick stormed out the door, leaping to skip steps and quicken his pace. Unaware of rainy whether conditions, I stormed out and slid, instantly hitting my shoulder on the door as I continuously slid for what felt more endless than the search for a man, to than clash shoulder-first into the railing. I proceeded to stand up regardless of the agonizing pain and inform Patrick that I may have been seriously injured. At the time, this was laugh-off-able as I am accident prone to falling, (Hence my clever nickname AnnabelleFell). Anyhow, after the pain had grown even more agonizing, I questioned and spoke of a serious injury stemming from the accident. Instead of apologizing, and offering me some help in any way, he had a smirk on his face that showed happiness and pride as he got into the car leaving me there alone (What did I ever see in this guy?) The following day, I asked someone of knowledge to please inspect if any, my sustained injuries to then have been informed an E.R outing was more than necessary. After four hours of waiting, following some evals and x-rays, I was given a sling. Apparently, I had tore a ligament connecting my collarbone to my shoulder blade. "Yippee" I thought, as I had then come to fully realize it was my right arm of course, a week away from a music audition for the county.

One would think the video call with him would probably go like, "Yikes ... I'm so sorry, I didn't realize. I'm here for you if you should need/want anything - Again I apologize." Nope! The "man" that he is, chuckled. Pop some popcorn and brace yourselves for this ... As we had crossed paths this jerk confronted me and openly wondered the outcome of him punching my shoulder directly (That little boy would not want to know the outcome, I can promise you that). However, that aggravated and upset me beyond the fullest - There's nothing that he could do or say that would justify granting him my forgiveness or a friendship...

I haven't even gotten to my favorite part ... During these trainwreck of events, he somehow had the audacity to tell me he STILL wants to get back together, upon the next crossing of paths he'll "make his move"! How could he be the reason I wound up in the hospital sustaining these injuries, and of all the things, expect me to get back together with him?!? Something has to be missing - Either it's his common sense or the medications for the Multiple Personality Disorder he's rocking...
...A walking Dating Disaster man, I'm telling you.

The conclusion of this ADD (Another Dating Disaster) : If you're ever in a scenario like this (I hope not), don't be the key reason an ex pays themselves a hospital visit, and then of all things expect your touch to be the touch that they crave, and your love the love that they desire (And DON'T laugh, there's nothing funny). Maybe, Patrick will learn a lesson via all this and become a man, no longer a little boy. "Maybe" isn't key, "Hopefully" is proper. Still, I have many unanswered questions regarding all this, but you never really know. How could he do this, laugh along the way and expect my commitment and time?
"Hello? ... 9-1-1 Dating Emergency...
...It's Annabella, I'm in another romantic crisis..."
It's the guys like him who have made me believe the Search really is Endless...

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