You can't break up with me.

Those words echoed in your mind constantly. Ever since you broke it to Davy and he said it. You never wanted to hurt him but you just couldn't be with him.

And now, he was at the bar almost every night, and you were getting letters almost every day from him, about how he would ruin your life in detail. He hated you now, he'd done a full 180. He dragged your name through the mud so badly you got fired from your last job.

You didn't think he was serious when he said he would steal your happiness, that he would ruin you and everything you had.

You'd just wanted him to move on so you both could be happy, and instead you got a crazy ex trying--and slightly succeeding--to ruin your life.

You were in the chip aisle, picking out some snacks. You had a job interview and it was starting to make you nervous, so of course you wanted something snacky to soothe you. He was in that same chip aisle.

"You got plans? I know you're only ever in this aisle when you've got somethin' big comin' up."