In November (Thanksgiving) of 2004 after being single for a few years, I began dating a man by the name of David. He was a very nice guy and we got along very well. We became close very fast and the kids thought the world of him. It all changed in March of 2005.
Things for some reason went south for us around the beginning of March. We argued all the time over silly things... It just seemed like EVERYTHING he did got on my last nerve, and he felt the same about me. We knew it was ridiculous but we both were on edge. One morning, after a long night of arguing on the phone, I called David up. In that phone call I asked him to come over later that night and retrieve a stack of books he had at my place and in that visit to do so, I was going to break things off.
So, as planned that night (Friday) I came home from work, my Mother came to get the kids for the weekend, and I went over in my head what I was going to say to David. At 7pm a knock at the door came and sure enough he was there. He had calmed down a bit from the argument the night before, Me? Not so much.
Before I could reach the door to let him in, the knob turned and in he came (which made me even more mad). I said to him, "Don't just walk in!" He replied, "You said to come in!" and with that another small bickering started. I had NOT told him to come in, but he swore I had. He started gathering the books and at that time I said to him (and I realize I was being very ugly), "Make sure you get EVERYTHING because you're not coming back!"
As I said that I walked into the kitchen, which was a good ways from the front door. The next thing I know I hear a tumbling of books and a short yelp. I come out of the kitchen and look towards the door and there on the ground, at the bottom of my front steps, with books all around him was David. He was looking into the house with eyes as big as quarters and shocked. My eyes got big too and I was looking at him thinking, "You idiot." He says, "Why would you push me?!" I replied that I hadn't pushed him (and I had NOT). Then he says, "How did you do that? How did you get back into the kitchen so fast?" We were both shocked and he realized that I had nothing to do with the fact that he was sprawled out on the steps surrounded by books. I helped him gather the books and loaded them in his car. We both were silent and both knew SOMETHING had pushed him down those steps. He left and I spent the rest of my weekend pondering the entire situation.
David and I are friends today but he STILL swears he will never step foot in my house again... Not this one anyway.