I've been thinking a lot about ex!Dex lately...
About how even if you break up, he can/will give you space- only to return to his old stalking routines instead. Occasionally you feel like you're being watched, and a few calls come to your phone from a number you don't know. You know it's Dex.. unless you were actually going mad and paranoid about him. But it was fine.
For a while, that is. Up until you have car trouble, get into an accident, lose your job, or maybe something happens with your family. You know it's a bad idea, but you call that random number, hiccuping to Dex about what had happened.
Thing is, you don't know that it was him who orchestrated whatever accident happened that sent you rushing back to needing him in your life. He'll be sweet at first by soothing and coddling you, but eventually Dex will turn condescending and bossy- putting you back on his safe routines- and dictating your punishment for breaking up with him, and dictating your life too🙃
Oh, I love ex!Dex 🥰 especially when he pretends to play the respectful ex to make you second guess yourself.
I like to think you'd get a new friend that instantly sees how clingy and unhealthy Dex is for you. They become his #1 hater, and it gets to your other friends and you as well. You break it off with him, worried but prepared for his reaction. Crying and begging, maybe even get angry. But it doesn't happen.
"If you think that's best 🙂" is basically all he says, but he's plotting your new friends' demise.
Then he'll stalk you, follow you, leave flowers on your table even though you made him return the key. Only for him to show up at your door a few days later like none of this is happening.
"I just came to collect my things" he says far too calmly while gesturing to the bow he brought to put it all in. He'll deny any stalking. Even suggest it's someone else and offers to stay so you feel safe. You push him out the door with his stuff.
He wants to remind you that you need him, starts off small like tightening all your jars in hopes you'll call him and ask him to open it for you like you used to. But that doesn't work, so of course, he has to go bigger.
And that's when your new friend got hit by a bus in front of you.
During the shock of the matter, you end up calling dex, reverting back to your instincts to seek comfort from him. And he of course drops everything and comes to your rescue. Holds you as you cry over your friends hospital bed. Takes you home and cooks you a meal before tucking you in. Watches over you while you sleep. Over the next week, he doesn't even ask you where you two stand, he just takes action. Calls into work for you, drives you to and from the hospital for visits. And when your friend is up and conscious, he's standing there beside you with a bouquet of 'get well soon' flowers.
He doesn't tell you how he stalked you two and the bus routes. He doesn't tell you how he managed to ricochet a hit into the break line at just the right time to hit your friend, who now seems to mind her business when it comes to your relationship.
