I never wanted to be on COPS...

The Friday after the big announcement, I was at the house.  I had a plan to pack up my things and get everything out of the house by Monday.  He came home to drop off his son with me while he drove his mistress home.  (She was waiting in the car).  He told me that he would be right back and I said "Whatever."  He asked me what my problem was and I replied, "Look, if you have to drive your girlfriend home, just go!"  He left the house and then walked back in to ask me what my problem was.  He left again, but was really angry when he came home.  I was giving him an attitude and he didn't like it. 
He started freaking out and screaming at me.  He said that he would not put up with me giving him an attitude in his own house.  He told me to get out of his house or he would have me evicted.  When I would not leave, he threatened to call his girlfriend and have her come back over to the house.  I picked up my own cell phone and told him to go right ahead and make that call.  I was not giving in to his intimidation and threats, so he just followed me around, asking me who I was going to call.  Finally, I said "No one.  I'm going to bed."  I tried to shut the bedroom door, but he pushed it open and told me that I could not shut a door on him in his own house.  Then he freaked out even more and screamed at me to get out of his house.  I told him that I would be out by Monday, but that was not good enough and he continued yelling at me. 
I got into bed with my dogs and he screamed at me for a few more minutes before going out to his car.  After a little while, he came back inside and yelled "You just lost Noah, you bitch!"  I said, "What are you even talking about?"  He told me that I could not have a relationship with his son if I could not have a relationship with him.  I said, "Whatever" and closed my eyes until he went back outside.

I heard a police siren outside and I thought that he had called the police on me.  All I could think was, "I never wanted to be on Cops..."

The ER visit

I do get migraines, although I have them mostly under control at this point.  However, after I was told that my boyfriend had been cheating on me for a year, I was gifted with a severe migraine.  This migraine came on due to a combination of crying and screaming.  The pain would not let up after I tried to calm myself down and then I began vomiting.  I put a bag of ice on my head and tried to sleep, but the pain was too much.  I had to go to the ER and this guy, who had just broken my heart and was the direct cause of this migraine, had to drive me there.  On the way to the ER, he asked me what I was planning to say at the ER.  I said that I was going to tell them that I have a severe migraine.  He started saying that I should tell them that I was under severe stress and needed something to take for the stress. 

Now not only was I in severe pain, but I was concerned that he was trying to have me committed to the psych ward.  I was even more upset when he went over to the nurses station and proceeded to whisper something to the medical staff on duty.  When the doctor came in to check my vitals, he questioned me about the cause of my migraine and the stressful situation at home.  The doctor asked if I was really there due to stress.  I said, "I know that he thinks that's what this is, but he doesn't understand migraines."  The doctor replied, "Yeah, most people do not understand migraines."  I was just thinking, "Thank God.  I do not want to end up in the psych ward because of that asshole."

"You never told me you had an eating disorder!"

In the midst of the crying, yelling, devastating talk that we were having regarding his infidelity, I cried out "How could you do this to me?!"

His response was..."Well...you never told me that you had an eating disorder!"

Me, at the top of my lungs: "WHAT?!?"

"Come on, I know you had an eating disorder!"

"What are you talking about? I have NEVER had an eating disorder!"  Seriously.  He knew me since I was eighteen and the first time that my weight ever changed was after we were together for four years.

Him: "Then why were you so skinny before and now you are not?"

Me (still screaming): "I turned 30 and my metabolism slowed down, that's what happens. Look it up!" 

I mean, come on.  Is he a moron? 

Overview

1. I have been getting migraine headaches since I was a teenager. They have gotten worse in the past few years.

2. My (now ex-) boyfriend recently came home to the house we shared for seven years and told me that he was in love with a woman that he had been cheating on me with for the past year.

This is my pseudo-therapeutic way of getting through the pain of my headaches and heartache.

Stories will not appear in any particular order (and most likely not in the order that they occurred).