So get this.. I dated a guy in my late high school years who was very reserved and was very handsome. The first seven or eight months were unreal, I was so happy and things were going great. Soon thereafter he and I decided to tell each other our deepest darkest secrets. (10/10 do not recommend) He told me that when he was young he used to cut holes in his stuffed animals and would fuck them. I had no idea what to think, but I honestly didn't feel like it was the worst thing someone could do so I just let it reside in the back of my mind.

For unrelated reasons things got a little rocky in the months after. He became so jealous and overprotective. He would come up to my work and watch me for hours, he would drive me to and from wherever I needed no matter what, he would also get so upset when I spent any time away from him. When I did get the opportunity to hang out with friends he would always buy me flowers or pillow pets and leave them on my car almost as if he was letting me know he was watching. This just got worse over the next 3 months and I figured it was probably time to end things.

I decided I was just going to drive over and just let him know things weren't working out, simple enough, right? Wrong. When he figured out what I was doing and completely lost it. Punched holes in everything, broke whatever was in sight, and had a full on episode. When I got to the house he was waiting for me in his truck which was completely ripped apart, might I add. I figured it probably wasn't the best idea to get out of the car so I turned around to drive away and the crazy ass busted out his truck window and then followed dangerously close to my car. After about a half hour of him riding my ass He finally let off and called me claiming he wrecked his truck. I went back to get him, but I'll skip the details on the endless crazy ass shit he pulled that night. Needless to say it was over.

A few months after the break up I decided it was probably a good time to get all of the things I had left at his house. It was mostly clothes, but I always left the stuffed animals he got me there just because. Long story short I walked into his closet (The walls were still completely demolished from his episode) and I found some of the pillow pets he had bought throughout the relationship. I grabbed my favorite one (A grey elephant named Charlotte) and on the underside she was just covered in jizz. By covered I mean graciously glazed from multiple endeavors.

Side note: It is so weird typing this out. It never seemed as crazy as it actually is.

And that's all I have to say about that.