My first business trip, I’m 24 years old and clueless. The company was celebrating a milestone. Once bored around 20 of us found a bar and settled in. This is time for a stalker, large groups of people, and pick your target.
First he sent me a dozen white roses every day. I was young and naive about stalking. I assumed he had money.
Then cards started coming and he started asking me to come to Boston. The phone calls were coming more often. I didn’t know how a stalker reeled in their target.
After months of roses and cards, I gave in. Once in Boston, his lies were easy to see. The parents owned the house, he lived a small house over the garage. My radar is up about but nothing else. There was a party at a friend’s house, lets see how many are losers. The party was fun I talked food, wine and traveling. He paraded me around like a 100 LB piece of meat.
We had a selection of drugs, hash, cocaine and some using a needle. I don’t use a needle period. I enjoyed the selection of smokes. We left heading for his house, he’s high and driving. We arrive, had problems with the stairs, to high and laughing ass off. I told him before arriving, I would not sleep with him, ok no problem he says. We started doing line of coke, no memory how many lines, it didn’t matter
I was stoned. He tried to get to lay on bed and he wouldn’t touch me. The other sleeping option was the couch, I chose the couch. His personality changed anger. He begged me for what seemed like an hour. He finally gave up, leaving him to plan his next move.
I left my cell phone at home and used his phone to call Granny. BAD MOVE. We had lunch with his parents. They seemed normal, that was a good, maybe the thoughts are a reaction from past experiences.
We went to the mall so he could buy me a leather jacket. WEIRD. Before leaving he takes me to a 5 star restaurant on the water. Then off to airport, listened to more lies.
The calls to my office and home were nonstop, leaving messages on my phone with his voice getting angrier, making threats. What can he do to me he’s in Boston. NAIVE.
The fear escalated over a six-year period, always looking over my shoulder, avoiding crowds. Dating was worse, you have to tell them about this crazy person. One guy I dated had two boys, afraid for them he would go to the car alone in case a bomb ignited.
It’s been 15 years and more traumatic memories. Now another Stalker has me in sight. I’m 53 not a kid anymore and I still get scared. I thought the Stalker had left me alone, their still watching, always there, letting me know.
I wrote in earlier post how I taunted the Stalker. Don’t take my lead and attack back, expressing your anger. Their anger can grow and aggression can escalate.
Please keep close at hand resources you can contact in an emergency. Don’t keep the secret to yourself, it’s a heavy load.
Are any of you having problems with your reblog button not showing. I’ve confirmed the setting many times and still no reblog. Time to talk to my friends at WP.