I dated a guy in high school for a few years. We broke up at the end of my freshman year of college.
We had been friends before, and he was pretty adamant that we remain friends after the break up. I was the one who ended it and I wasn't really interested, but I was willing to give it a try.
There were a lot of red flags that led up to the encounter in question. He would find my car around town and leave notes on my windshield.
Nothing threatening, just enough to let me know that he knew where I was a lot of the time. He was constantly blowing up my phone.
If I didn't answer a text after just a few minutes, he would flip out and say I wasn't trying very hard to stay friends. Honestly, that was true, but he was really putting me off.
I was only 19 and I thought that maybe ghosting him was the best idea.
That worked well enough over the summer, but when the fall semester started, I discovered that he'd transferred to my university. I found this out the hard way.
It should be noted that my campus was huge. There were people I knew who I went to school with all four years and never ran into once. My ex found me every single day.
No matter where I was, he'd "run into" me. It made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.
He'd always find me during an hour and a half long break between classes, and always insist on hanging out. I don't know why.
I didn't outright tell him to screw off, but I certainly wasn't nice to him during these encounters. I just wanted him to leave me alone.
Finally, when he realized that I was just going to keep ghosting him, he asked me to meet with him and a mutual friend to mediate.
I decided that I would, just to put an end to it once and for all. I figured that with the friend present, I could openly tell him to get the hell out of my life.
The day arrives and I'm exhausted. I'd had midterms all day and I wasn't interested in talking to my ex. He texted, asking what time I was coming over.
I hadn't realized it was meant to be at his house. This was a huge red flag. There was no way I was meeting him in a non-neutral space.
I told him I was going home and I wasn't meeting him that day.
He lost his absolute mind. He called me, screaming. Like, actual top of his lungs screaming.
He called me every name in the book, said I was a horrible friend, and how did I expect us to fall in love again if I wasn't willing to try.
I told him that we were never getting back together and if he didn't stay the hell out of my life, I was calling the police.
By some miracle, that worked. We never spoke again. I still get shivers thinking about how he followed me around for half a year, though.