Chronicles of the Tormented

At this point I feel like any time I put on a freshly-pressed blouse to go out for a job interview, he could be hiding behind the corner of my building with a squirt-gun full of shit. Because I am very much bothered by his hunger to get into what I'm doing, while professing to care, but only ever trying to get under my skin, interfere, and insult me. I really don’t believe I did anything to deserve his ambushes. I think he believes he is funny, although I have told him several times that he is not, to me. Could it be his insistence that I find him funny? As a child, I was often tickled until I had the hiccoughs. I didn’t like it.
Was a time, I wanted to connect with him – I had hired him, after all. Then, since it got me nothing but grief, I didn’t want to connect to him. He used to call me up and say, “What’s up?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s up?’ – You called me!” He never seemed to take the point. I had no trust left for him.
First I tried to roll with it.
How many times had an interlude ended in egregious insult, finding me relieved it was over, only to find him asking me the favor of creating an IM account and IMming his watch, or the favor to send photos to his cell to see if it works; or the favor to greet him the next day?
Then I tried to reason.
Then I tried to compartmentalize it by not telling him any of my plans.
Then he started openly calling me "crazy," and I told him privately to stop, and then publicly, and then he threw me out. I asked him to tell me why and he wouldn't – back to the reasoning phase, where it was made apparent that he can’t be held to, or asked to explain, anything he says ... So, fine, finally, we’re done.
Then he started posting my own jokes to me on IM.
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And I ask you, is there anything one can have less patience for
than a person who treats you badly trying to butter your bushes?
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I closed out of it. Where I could have blocked him, I just gave up on IM altogether, finding my IM relationships really, after all, annoying ... then he called me up, but, besides criticizing the way I answered the phone, he wouldn't speak, so I summarized our relationship to him, told him the things I hadn’t yet said of him, waited some more to see if he had any intention of squaring with it, and hung up.
Now this. I have only learned about this type of behavior since that time.
I should have left no "provision for rats." Perhaps “not blocking” is tantamount to “consent.” I suppose I still imagine he’ll want to set things right, yet he never has when I’ve put his feet to the fire previous.