It was Jessica. 3 months had passed since the night I told her to leave. In that entire time, she had never once tried to contact me directly. No emails. No messages from unknown numbers.
Nothing. So, seeing her standing there banging on the door was the last thing I expected. She looked furious. Her hair was messy like she had been running her hands through it. And she was pacing back and forth in the hallway between pounding on the door again.
I didn't open it right away. Instead, I asked through the door what she wanted. That only made her louder. She started yelling my name and telling me to open the door so we could talk like adults. The volume alone was enough that I was pretty sure half the floor could hear it.
I told her through the door that there was nothing left to talk about. That was when the screaming really started. She began ranting about how I had ruined her life and how filing for divorce without even trying to fix things proved I never cared about the marriage. I reminded her that she had 3 months to contact a lawyer and handle everything through the legal process like a normal person. Apparently, that was not what she wanted.
She started shouting that I had embarrassed her and turned everyone against her. According to her version of events, I had blown a harmless situation completely out of proportion and destroyed our marriage because of my ego. Then she said something that made the whole situation make more sense. She said Jamie had already moved on and she hoped I was happy about that. I just stood there on on other side of the door listening to her yell.
After a minute, I told her if she didn't leave, I was going to call the police. That stopped the pounding for a few seconds. Then she started screaming again. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and held it up so she could hear me unlocking it through the door. I told her again that if she did not leave, I was calling the police.
For a moment, the hallway went quiet. Not completely quiet, but the pounding stopped. Then she started talking again, but this time it sounded less like screaming and more like frantic damage control. She said I was being ridiculous and that I was really going to call the police on my own wife. I corrected her through the door and said ex-wife.
That made her snap again. She started ranting about how I had destroyed everything over one stupid moment. According to her, normal couples work through things instead of throwing each other out like garbage. What she conveniently kept ignoring was the part where she lied to my face and tried to make me feel insecure about it. While she kept yelling, I actually did start dialing the non-emergency police line.
I said it out loud so she could hear it. I told the dispatcher that someone was outside my apartment door refusing to leave and causing a disturbance in the building. The change on the other side of the door was immediate. Jessica suddenly stopped yelling. For about 5 seconds, there was only silence in the hallway.