Spite: a childs revenge tool.

So a little backstory:

I was seeing a girl, we'll call her catalina. We dated for roughly three years and all in all I was a massive bag of douche through all of it. You know, staying out till all hours of the nights lying about what I was doing, having random hook ups with girls I'd meet at bars, at work, at the playground (she felt eighteen). I would literally be dating other girls for weeks on end unbeknownst to catalina. The way I saw it was, I wasn't going to marry this girl, who, mind you, had been tore up by every single person in the town I live in and probably most of county.

She found out I had hooked up with some girl about three weeks into our fuck sessions. She also figured this out around the same time I decided to not talk to her for a week straight while I was in West Point N.Y tearing up cougars while she was bed stricken from some sort of operation she had. I was supposed to be taking care of her for this week, instead im out banging Mary Poppins in some Best Western in upstate new york. *note* cougars are good in bed */endnote* I know. Dick move on my part, but fuck it. You only live once.

So, needless to say when I got back from my lioness taming catalina was NOT happy with me. We broke up for about three monthes. We met up again and I "fixed her computer". For some fucking inane reason catalina decided to take me back even after I told her everything I had done to her while we were dating. Fucking stupid move on both parties involved.

Now for the good part.

She told me if I was going to go coug-huntin` again I'd need to break up with her. So that's exactly what I did. We pretty much banged through all of the holidays and new years, though.

On another one of my week long disapearing adventures (can't say what I was doing for this one though, sorry.) I get back, and I figure, hey it's time to man up and tell her exactly what my feelings are.

1. I don't love you.
2. I don't want to see you anymore.
3. I don't care about you anymore.
4. I don't want you to contact me anymore.

Now, the same night I tell her all of these things I drop off the rest of her stuff she had at my house, which comprised of the board game Monopoly, face scrubs, and some other useless shit I didn't want at my house. I leave a note in the box saying "Don't contact Steve!"

Most reasonable people would take these as signs that some one doesn't want to see you or talk to you anymore. That's what some one who isn't an idiot would figure out pretty quick.

This is how the crazy bitch responds...

The next day she goes to the police station and fills out what is called a "abuse prevention order".
These are given to women who feel threatened for their lives because of physical violence. I'm sure every one has heard of them. They're more commonly referred to as restraining orders.

What most people don't know is, you can get a copy of the paperwork they filed. It's called an affadavit. It's them writing up exactly why they're asking for the abuse prevention order (APO).
This is the fuckery this girl put in it to get this restraining order.

1. She broke up with me and I "through" things. - LIE. Atleast spell threw correctly please.
2. I threatened to kill my self if she broke up with me - LIE. I broke up with her and I definetly wouldn't kill my self over a broad.
3. I was cheating on her for our whole relationship - TRUE.
4. I pushed her out of a car - half LIE. How does one push some one out of a car when the doors are shut?
5. She had been in a "emotionaly abusive relationship"- TRUE. But, uh, the APO is for physical violence. Not, uh, because some one made you sad. Fail.

I didn't even know I had a restraining order on me for three days because I didn't have any contact with her on my own fucking accord because I, if you remember correctly, asked her not to contact me.

Who the fuck gets a restraining order on some one because they don't want to talk to you anymore?

The logic there completely fucking baffles me. I'm still confused to this day. Maybe she wanted to just give me what I wanted. Thanks! no go-fish for me, I got my card.

We ended up going to court for it, because that's just how it works. She actually paid a lawyer to help her get this restraining order which probably runs about 1200-2000 dollars. Fucking pointless. She probably should of checked how restraining orders work before she got a lawyer or even tried to file one for that matter. But, I would of got a lawyer too if I didn't know my ass from my elbow either.

So I talk to her friends, this is what they tell me she told them. "You don't know Steve. He's going to come into my house and break things." She feared me "killing her" so much that she even had the balls to prank phone call me. How mature. A prank phone call? What are we? 14?

Im being legit about that. She thought I care enough to go to her house and break things after I broke up with her? Everything this girl did doesn't make any sense to me at all. Even her friends, who I went and got some drinks with not to long ago told me they even think it's ridiculous that she would get a APO because I told her to "not contact me".

The most bullshit part about this whole fucking scenario? She works at a local restaurant that recently opened that serves the tastiest dead animal this side of the mason-dixon. I'm not allowed to go there because she works there. *insert sad pander face here* She knows my insatiable love for dead animals.

Spite; a childish revenge tactic that is employed by useless people every day.

Good.Fucking.Riddance.



*note* names have been changed to protect liars.