Pathological Love

For 5 months this man I worked with talked to me every chance he got, offered me hits off his cart, bragged about how I kept him in line and doing his job right to our general manager, trying to get close to me. Once the 6th month he began to get bold, making dirty jokes towards me out of nowhere and saying he'd follow me to every job I go to. I was terrified to express that it made me uncomfortable to him as I'd witnessed how quick he was to lash all his anger on others over little mistakes, and I didn't know how to express that to my gm because he acted like my best friend until we were alone. I documented every incident with him, getting exact quotes and times/dates and shared it with my friend. Eventually we told my friend's mom who worked with me and she called the gm about it since they were close friends. My gm will deny it but I know she talked to him, because one night he mocked me all night about me feeling uncomfortable about what he says. I could see his sanity cracking that night. Obviously it started a while ago as he bragged to his friend/our coworker that he had my license plate number and was trying to get my address. However, this was the first time he'd shown it to me. After I complained about getting one of my shifts getting switched to day he told me, "I'll get all my shifts to be the same as yours! Me and You all day and night, you can't get rid of me, if you leave I'll apply to your new job! Fuck it, if you go to college I'll go back to be there with you!" he then left to take out trash before clocking out. I couldn't think or speak, just stood there with my mouth agape. I was used to men making me feel uncomfortable in my skin, but this was different. I was uncomfortable in my skin, in my home, at work, in my town. The next day my sibling confronted him and we made a police report. He not only tried to fight my sibling, but got wasted, passed out in his front yard, and tried to fight the police. He made me terrified to be outside and in my home wasn't much better, yet I can't help but miss him. I miss the him that told me stories of his 10 cats, did random out of pocket stuff to make people laugh, and had the funniest stories. What's wrong with me?