The gentleman who broke up with me recently says on the phone yesterday that he feels like I am harassing him.
I hang up immediately.
He invoked... TERROR.
After all of the family lawsuits, I felt terror.
I call my attorney.
My attorney recuses himself as it is a small town. He gave me the name of another. I call and leave a message.
Then I hide and get drunk. Barfed him and the terror out of my system, from about 2 am on.
I feel crappy but I am up and dressed, because the electricians are here.
The guy has my amplifier. He knows I want it back.
Only after terror, I don't care.
(Lizard here: wow, my hostess practically went catatonic. Dinner of mostly prossecco and then spent half the night hidden asleep. Got up to stagger back to the house just before starting to barf. Guess I will have to protect her now. Poor lambs, both of them. That, however, is enough of that.)