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The day after my best friend died, I moved into my first apartment. This apartment was supposed to be my way out; I’d been dating my now-ex-boyfriend for a few months, and I knew already he was too immature, impulsive, and needy for it to work out. I had meant to draw a line in the sand. My apartment was my place. He couldn’t stay there. It was over. I wanted to be alone. And then Evan died. And I couldn’t even talk about it with my best friend, because I’d never see him again—except in my dreams, and he never speaks in my dreams. My other friends didn’t know what to say to me, so they stopped saying anything at all. But I wasn’t alone. My ex was there. Always there. Every day for the next three years. He hated to let me out of his sight. Things my ex-boyfriend did when I (finally) broke up with him: 1. Stole $600 from my checking account, overdrafting it by $200. 2. Destroyed our apartment, breaking furniture, spilling Coke into the carpet, trailing dried flower petals all over. 3. Dumped my scrapbooks into a tub full of hot water. 4. Shredded my clothes. 5. Bought a gun, bullets, and antifreeze (to drink). 6. Showed up at my work and threatened suicide if I didn’t come with him (I didn’t). 7. Set fire to my childhood home. 8. Set fire to my car. 9. Possibly killed my cat? I don’t know. 10. Dismembered the teddy bear given to me by my dead best friend. 11. Went to jail for two years. Things my ex-boyfriend did when I (finally) broke up with him: 1. Lost my job. 2. Moved in with my mom. 3. Looked for my cat. 4. Failed to find him. 30 Kramer

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