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That’s why I always kept my cool around
Mark.
The only time I lost it was when Mark said he
had amnesia and wanted a divorce.
I knew he was faking.
It was a trick.
But I still lost it.
I saw it in his eyes.
He was happy to see me fall apart.
It’s like he wanted me to be weak, to prove I
loved him.
That’s pathetic.
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Is he in elementary school?
He disrespects girls so they prove they love
him?
This isn’t love, it’s playing with me.
He doesn’t deserve me.
I keep pushing Mark away.
But he keeps showing up.
Every time I act cruel, he looks sad.
But the next day, he’s back.
One night, I’m looking at food videos online,
and I feel hungry, so I post about it on social
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I write: I wish I could eat this.
Thirty minutes later, someone knocks on the
door.
It’s Mark, covered in sweat.
He has the food I posted about in his hands.
He must have gone to a bunch of places in
the middle of the night to find it.
But he doesn’t say anything about how hard
he worked.
He just hands me the food and says, “Sarah,
you wanted this, right? I got it for you.’
I don’t look happy. I look angry.
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I push his hand away and yell, “Are you doing this on purpose? You know I’m trying to lose
weight, and you bring me this food late at
night. Why do you always make things
worse?”
I slam the door.
Then I open it again.
Mark looks like he’s been given a new lease
on life, his eyes are shining.
He asks, “Sarah, do you want it now?”
I laugh. “Get lost. Don’t look at my social
media!”
I call him every name in the book.
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I slam the door again and block him.
He can’t contact me, so he does what he
always does: he waits outside my apartment
and my office.
A few times, I hear him on the phone outside
my door.
Ashley’s yelling at him on the phone.
His assistant keeps sending him messages,
telling him to come back to work.
He’s the boss of the company.
He hasn’t been there for a while, and it’s
causing problems.
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The shareholders are getting annoyed.
He doesn’t know what to do.
I thought he would give up.
But he doesn’t.
I open the door, and he’s still there.
He looks tired, and his face has stubble.
He has dark circles under his eyes.
I call the cops.
They hold him for a few days, but when he
gets out, he’s back at it.
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I say, “You’re a CEO of a big company, why
do you want to be known as a stalker? How
can you be so pathetic?”
Mark bites his lip.
He doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s
not giving up.
I’m done with this game.
I cross my arms and look down at him. “What
do you want? What will it take for you to
leave me alone?”
