Talking about Screws

So yeah, speaking of old boyfriends "borrowing" screwdrivers, wondering if that same fella has a big old screw loose somewhere in his head. I'm not usually one to vent anything really personal that would dare give away my delicate mental state, but tonight I'm in the mood. ****WARNING****this turned into a long and raving rant, so if you time is limited, you may want to come back some other time*******
So the breakup occurred about 6 weeks ago, and since then I've resisted any urge to call or to change my footing in this matter. Not him though....He's been calling and calling and used to be to just try and lure me into a good time boinking due to the fact that neither of us had moved on to new lovers. Regardless of my state of mind and body due to the sudden lack of a regular sex life, I have resisted. Lately though his focus has changed. He now admits to feeling lost and depressed because he "knows now" that I am the one he wants. What he doesn't seem to realize is that this time is just different, he doesn't get that I have just had enough of the bullshit and no matter how fucking horny I may be, it's not enough to base a lifetime relationship on. Whew, that was a rambling sentence.
So early on in our relationship he "forbade" me to not smoke pot. He did this knowing full well that I had for many years and that I also quite enjoyed it. So if I ever did it during our 4 and some year relationship, it was done without his knowledge, despite his suspicions because all my friends were doing it. So tonight he calls and he wants me to give him a ride home from the shop (jimmy repair), and then help him repair his brothers buggered computer. Bad feelings about all this, but he has helped me out in the past when I was in a jam so I just can't not do it. So we were discussing the chair recovering party I had with Nicki on Sunday and I was complaining that it was pretty damn hard work and he says, "didn't the pot help?" I ignored him and kept talking when he says it again, a little louder this time. I say, "yeah, if nothing else it sure made it more fun" and he gets all pissy and says "I know you do it any chance you get..." my reply, "not every chance, only when I feel like it. From here he starts rambling on about what a loser I am and always will be because I am a "POTHEAD". This is where I don't say a word and just hang up the phone.
So he calls back a couple times, but by now the ringer is off and I can't hear him calling, but he does leave a message......."I GOT ONE THING TO SAY, IF YOU DON'T CALL ME BACK IN 20 MINUTES I AM GOING TO COME OVER THERE AND BOOT THE DOOR DOWN!"
Nice one, real manly I thought. I did answer his next call where all he said was, "are you still going to help me tomorrow?" "Yep" "Ok then" "Ok then, bye"
Tell me, why would I want to "try it again" with this man. Yeah sure maybe we should get married, buy a house, and try to work it out...HA to late motherfucker.