I was asleep, heard a knock. Figured it was a random mistake. It was 11 PM.

It was my ex. Drove out four hours from his place. Said he wanted to give me back some things I left at his place.

We only dated for three months, have been broken up for three months. I blocked & deleted--three months ago. Haven't really thought about him much, so I was half-asleep and the whole thing was surreal.

He was angry that I blocked him three months ago. "You made me come all the way out here because I had no other way to contact you. You should have left at least one way open for me to contact you. What else was I was supposed to do?" Yikes. The you-made-me-do-it narrative was all the red flags.

He said there was no closure. He just wanted a reason why. I told him the same reason I told him when I broke up with him. He "knows" I was cheating on him (I wasn't cheating on him, for christ's sake, every ex boyfriend has implied this. I have never cheated), but he loves me so much, he just wants "a chance" (says the man who screwed up his second chance already, three months ago).

The entitlement was actually quite terrifying. I had flash backs to the stalker-rom-com theme that is so present in media. He drove out four hours, after sulking about this break-up for three months, to learn something he already knew--that I don't want to be with him anymore--and then drove four hours back to his place.

And, of all the things, he gave me two items of clothing that I allegedly left at his place, and--one of them wasn't mine.

Lmfao.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.