It’s over. He picked a fight because I had to change my phone number because some asshole tried to blow up my phone with texts over the last 72 hours. He said the bipolar was all in my head and there was nothing wrong with me. I told him to pack his shit and leave and he won’t so I’m sleeping in the car to stay away from him. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to get him to leave. All I can do right now is cry. I feel like nobody in the world gives a damn whether I live or die. I hate not having anybody in the world to care. My family is all gone and Murray the cat is all I have. If anything ever happens to me nobody will ever know. He keeps telling me he wants me in his life but I know it’s only because I’m a sucker.
I’m going to have to call the cops I guess to get him out of here. He won’t even take off his shorts to sleep in. He never sleeps in his shorts.