Confessions…

 

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I have a confession…!  For the past 12 years, I’ve had a stalker; a guy I dated a long…long time ago, I called it quits after he attempted to abuse me.  I drew the line and dumped him, and he has been tracking me down every where I move to, each new phone number I obtain, nothing I do seems to work to keep this man in my past.  He is ‘not all there’, I’m afraid.

My husband has wanted several times to go after this maniac, but I won’t let him.  In my mind, if we let the past control our future, he (the weirdo) has won.  So…I just keep changing my number, since the Protective Order I filed against him did no good at all! 

This man has been so brazen as to show up at my doorstep, some years back before I met my husband.  He tracked me with some software called ‘Criss Cross’, I’m sure he stole or illegally hacked into on his brother’s computer; his brother being an undercover police officer in Richardson, TX.  I’ve even tried calling his brother, but that did no good at all. 

So…I keep living my life, feeling really bad for the women who are stalked to an extent much worse than I’ve ever had to endure.  One thing I know for sure?  The law does not work in favor of the ‘hunted’, but rather the hunter.  I just keep telling myself that Karma is going to catch up to this ‘monster in human form’.  Maybe someday he’ll realize what a LOSER he is, and he’ll just go hide under a rock somwhere….and never come out again.  Here’s hoping. 

But…for now–I believe Karma is gonna get him in the buttox!  That’s all…The End.

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