Interestingly, KD showed up at my gym the next morning. He never works out there. No way was I going to talk to him. Sure, I let him know that I saw him. He didn't scare me. I wasn't going to budge, leave my territory just because he happened to show up in it. Bully.
I left his damn shirt hanging in a plastic bag on the outside of my front porch fence. The porch was closed when I left the house. When I got back from errands, the shirt was gone but the porch fence was swinging wide open. Typical, subtle, menancing. That's how I interpreted it. What an asshole.
KD fits the description found on an internet site that features a list of signs common in abusive men.
Check it out. It's good.
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