Well, this is the second week in a row that I’ve had to call the police on Mike! He showed up at the house again this morning before I went to work. He usually calls when he’s sitting out there before I go out the door. I had a feeling he was out there, so I looked out the window and sure enough, there he was. So I called him and told him that he needed to leave. He just kept telling me that we were going to talk face to face, whether I wanted to or not. He thinks that I won’t go out there to talk to him because I’m afraid of my true feelings for him! He said that if I want to treat him like a dirtbag, he can act like one! I kept him on the phone while my sister called the police, because last time he was gone before they showed up. This time they cornered him in. No matter what they said, he told them that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. About 5 minutes later, one of the officers came to the door and asked if he approached the house. He hadn’t because he knows the law, and was just waiting for me to step on the street where my car has to be parked. The officer told me that just in the first 5 minutes of talking to him, he could tell that nothing they said was sinking in. Mike was convinced that he was doing nothing wrong. They kept him busy while I drove off to work. He later called after the officers left and said, “you had to call the police, huh! See ya!” I’m sure he figured out that my sister called, since I was already on the phone with him!