On the Rocks
We had been on the rocks for a few weeks and he was starting to blame me for everything that was wrong in his life.
One night, he waited until I went to bed and called the cops on me saying he wanted me out and I refused to leave. So the cops showed up and talked to me, but since that address was on my license and he gave no written warning, I didn’t have to leave immediately. They mediated and I said I would move out the next morning.
Then I went to bed AGAIN, and he threw all my stuff out on the front porch, woke me up and threw my dad’s urn on the ground, hoping I would go out and get it so he could lock the door behind me.
I said I would go upstairs and get my keys and shoes, but he blocked me from going up the stairs, tried to wrestle me from getting into the room, pushed me and broke a set of locked french doors, then called the cops AGAIN saying that I was damaging his property.
The same cops showed up AGAIN, I tell them my side and the cops helped me load my car up with all my stuff, and I left.
Less than a week later, his mom emailed me saying I owed them money for the broken door, despite the fact that it was her son that pushed me through it, and said she would be holding the remainder of my property until I gave her $400 for it. I hung up on her, and I’ve never heard from them since.