So a little before I moved out (a little less than a year or so ago) I told my toxic adoptive mother never to contact me again. She didn’t like this, funnily enough. So, when I moved out she made sure to say herself “YOU’RE PATHETIC, GET OUT GET OUT!!” etc. Sort of a last word type of thing, maybe so she can feel like she’s the one one cutting off contact, because she can’t stand the idea someone would do that to her, as we shall see.

So over the past couple of months she’s been leaving voicemail messages on my phone (about 4 or 5 to be exact) saying stuff to the effect of “Just checking up on you, call me when you get a chance, etc”. I just delete them and continue with my day- because I already know what that is. Just an attempt to rope me back in for the exact same s~~~. She’s also been using people I knew back from pre-school to try and message me.

During Thanksgiving, I don’t get any calls from her. This is not surprising to me. When I moved out, I predicted that around a major holiday, she would come to my house with another family member who had flown out to see her or whatever. The purpose of this, would be to see if I would engage in interaction with the family member, and then she piggy back rides on that, to force me to talk to her, or risk looking like an insensitive asshole, which she thinks I still care about. This was her main ploy back when I still lived with her- she’d ask a stupid question she already knew the answer to in public, just so I’d have to humor her.

This is the reason I withheld my address from her. Initially, she didn’t know where I was moving to, until my former friend Matt, foolishly let her know where I lived- knowing why I didn’t disclose this info to her. No matter, I knew there was a high chance he’d tell her- this being the same guy that tried to girlfriend shame me, and intercede and make excuses for mother’s behavior, even saying that I was the problem. Of course, I don’t tell him jack s~~~ anymore, as I’ve distanced him quite a bit.

A couple days ago, a little after Thanksgiving, I get a knock on my door. Lo and behold, it’s her and some other woman I don’t know (but I do know she is related to her due to the fact that they are both black, as am I). They knock twice, but I ignore it. Now, because this was a little after I got home from work, like 10-15 minutes, I know they’ve been waiting for me to get home (unfortunately I don’t live too far away from her. But that shall change in time). I also know that because this time did not work, and they know I’m ignoring them, they going to try to intercept me before I go inside.

Later that night I get another voicemail from her (turns out blocking and blacklisting a number doesn’t stop it from leaving you a message, it only stops it from ringing you). She calls sounding all dejected, and as if she’s had a recent cry- now I know she’s making sure she sounds extra emotional and whatnot, to see if she can make me feel sorry for her. Voicemail deleted, as usual.

Now yesterday I decided to stop by my buildings main office to look at my mail, and I see her car rushing to intercept me coming out the entrance of the building. I automatically gauge the threat level, but there is no danger, so I don’t need to take any action. She is only there (with the unknown woman), to attempt to cause a scene if I stay there long enough.

The unknown woman calls out “Noah! Noah!” twice, because I pretend not to be aware of my surroundings (I’m looking at my phone). I look up at her, and wait for her to continue.

She begins “You remember me? I’m Auntie Sally(forgot her name but let’s call her Sally). I ain’t seen you since you was little”

No, I don’t.

Really? I stopped by yesterday, and I was like, “I know he gone let me in” (Note the fact she expected to just barge in my house if I had opened the door)

She continues by asking “How you doing?” Now, exactly as I said, she was essentially stalling me. My adoptive mother (who we will start calling Marie) starts to walk up, and is about 8-10 seconds from initiating her entrance into the conversation.

Instead of wasting time answering her question, because I know exactly what she’s doing, I say:

“Oh. She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what”

“Well, I’ll say this once more, because it might have been a little confusing (I’m being obviously sardonic here). Here’s what I said, I said, “Don’t ever talk to or contact me again” I thought I was pretty clear about that, but I could see how there could be a little misunderstanding as to what that means, but I’m suuure we understand now. Don’t we?”

*Stunned silence*

At this point, Marie tries to say something, but I’m already pedaling off (I use my bike to move around the complex for speeds sake). It won’t be the end of it, I know, but I’m just making a record of everything. That way when I initiate a no-contact order, everything will go smoothly.