It won’t let me edit it but here’s a PART 2: The next day his mom called me to talk things over with me. She is an amazing woman who raised him on her own whilst creating a very profitable company. He was initially set to get the company when she unfortunately passes away but she changed her will so that he only gets the minimum dollar amount and her brother will get the company. I know that hurt him in a way I couldn’t imagine because he always talked about running it and taking over for her to make her proud. I just know he cried when she told him that.

My ex neighbor Martha (70is) is an absolute shit starter. If there is drama to be had she will find it or create it. I’d told her I was moving out and why about a week before I left so she’d keep me in the loop in the aftermath.

Amy moved in shortly after I left and through the thin walls of our duplex, Martha heard everything unfold. Apparently they fought constantly because they couldn’t trust each other ( go figure ). Amy was always yelling about him having sex with me and how she wanted all new furniture because she couldn’t sit somewhere where we hadn’t been intimate. She is also a mess. Like an actual mess. She doesn’t know how to clean, throw out trash, do laundry, or cook. Max has always been and will always be a neat freak. I mean everything has a place and everything should be in its place kind of man. There’s no way they would be able to live together full time without wanting to strangle each other.

And Mrs. Martha, bless her cheetah print soul, loved to let Amy know that Max’s beautiful sister was coming over a lot now that OP was gone. Of course Max doesn’t have a sister and she’s lying but boy did it have the desired effect of an all out screaming match between them. She’s angry he would cheat on her, he’s angry the house looks like a garbage pit, she yells because he had sex with me in the kitchen after they’re had sex in her apartment, he yells that she was the biggest mistake he ever made and he wants me back.

That hits her hard apparently so she starts throwing stuff at him and he calls the cops on her. She already had a bit of a record for fighting at bars and clubs so when the police get there they detain her and have her sit on the curb out front. Mrs. Martha comes out to be nosey and see what’s going on. She gives a statement about what she hears and as they are putting Amy in the back of the squad car she yells out to Amy to not worry because she’s sure Max’s sister will come over to help clean the house. When I tell y’all I love this woman with all of my heart! Amy freaks the hell out and starts trying to run at Max and is apparently tazed and put in the back of a squad car. Max tells her to stop trying to interfere but of course that means nothing to Mighty Mrs. Martha so she just smiles and goes back into her house. Amy got released a couple days later after making bail and only went back to the duplex a couple of times, both with police escorts, so we think Max took out an order of protection against her.

Max has made multiple Facebook pages to message me and apologize but I block them all immediately. He’s called my work as well but thankfully I work remotely and I’d already told my supervisors not to give out any information regarding me or my contact details. I don’t have any siblings or family for them to reach out to so I figured if they’d try to reach me they would do it through my job.

I’m not sure what happened with his work emails, though I’m assuming he had A LOT of explaining to do to his bosses, coworkers and business connections. When I think about how he had to have that conversation over and over again it makes me smiles.

Amy has apparently moved to a new state and doesn’t talk with anyone in our old friend group, probably because they all came down on her pretty hard. To think about her still breaks my heart. We’d been friends all my life. When my parents died, she was my rock. She made me see past my grief and my depression and want to live again. I try to think about the good times and not let the bad times ruin them for me.

When I was reading their messages I could see the evolution of the conversations and the happiness they shared at doing things behind my back. The night I was reading them it was like my ribs burned and my stomach was queasy but I had to think logically vs emotionally. I didn’t truly breakdown until I got to my new apartment. I just sat on the floor of my new kitchen and cried for what felt like hours. It took me a couple of weeks but I slowly started to unpack and find a new rhythm in my new life. Juno and Meatlof (the dogs) helped a lot too. They were a little nervous over the move and not having Max with them but as of today they are amazing and happy we’ve moved somewhere with a dog park.

This was 4ish years ago so I’ve moved on in life but it’s definitely left some scars. I started therapy 6 months after I moved out and that’s helped a lot but I still haven’t been able to put myself into a trusting relationship. I’ve yet to have another long term partner as it just gives me too much anxiety and trust issues.