Stalkers and Creepers

Normal guys don't understand why men stalk.

Let me help them. 

Men stalk when they want women to do something for them, need information, or want to scare the crap out of a woman who doesn't want anything to do with him.   

Let me tell you about my stalkers. 

My first stalker was a rapist friend of my family who thought I was going to put his disgusting @ss in jail.  I was a snot nosed, arrogant, angry seventeen year old brat who just lost the love of her life, so I schemed and did something far worse to him.   How dare he take what didn't belong to him!  Pissed off, I had a friend track him down and tell his wife that her child raping hubby knocked me up and that I had a lawyer and intended to seek child support. 

He stalked me until he was threatened a couple years later by my husband.  Rumor had it that he was angry that my prank led to his divorce....boo hoo!


My second stalker was said to be  my high school sweetheart.  The family gossips ran with the story that I was knocked up and some of them (those who knew the rapist) wanted to assuage themselves of the responsibility of telling this idiot where I lived and bringing him to my apartment.  It was easier for them to blame my old friend.  I had a roomate claim that he stood by my window and tried to beat up a gay friend of mine.  I don't know if this happened.  The truth of the matter was that I was traumatized and didn't tend to stare at strange men hanging outside my bedroom window.  My roomate never met him.  There is now way in the world for me to know for sure what happened.  Still....if he stalked me, he had good reason.  He probably wanted to verify that all was well and that he could run away free of me. 

My first husband stalked me and cut transmission lines of my car on the mornings we have had court dates.  The first time was when he faced charges of second degree assault.  He got off because I didn't make the hearing.  The second time he was looking at paying child support. 

That was a long time ago.  Now, he just gives me advice on how to keep my car safe from creepy men. 

The scary stalkers and the ones that make no sense are connected to my current spouse.  For over twenty freakin' years, people have stalked me due to his antics. 

Twenty years ago, members of his family would drive by my apartment and take note of who I was with.  They'd call me.  They'd want to talk to the people visiting me, especially the males.   It was weird. 

It took me several years to figure that one out. 

They would call me day and night, too.  They'd tell me to stop being a slut.  If they were real stalkers, they'd know that I was a prude...but...they were dumb. 

His sister is the worst.  Oh my goodness.  She'd follow me at college and harass my professors.  She and her mother harassed my landlord and my employers.  His sister would drive by my house twenty miles away from her own (in her employer's vehicle).  She'd harass my neighbors and, once, she even pulled a gun on them. 

It was bad.  I'm not sure if they are still at it.  Mike says he sees his dad driving around by the house (we live about 90 minutes away from his parents). 

I still think the guy who stalked me at my office last years ago was related to them.  I don't know the man but he started getting weird within a week of Mike's family telling me that they knew where I worked.  My stuff would go missing.  The neighboring businesses would have an impossibly tall, dark haired guy quiz them about my life.  It got bad the day I visited with my high school sweetheart and just a few minutes after my estranged spouse called.

He's got green eyes.   

When I left my office and promised to stay here to help with the kids until he found a job, the stalking stopped.  A real stalker, would have kept it going.  This is why I'm pretty sure that I know who was behind it. 

Even the stalking by the city had to do with my estranged spouse.  I mean, he was suing the heck out of them for slander and for the years leading up to that and during the lawsuit, those people made my life a living hell. 

Again, though, the city lawyers and his former boss were stalking me because they wanted me to tell my ex to back off.....like he'd listen to me.  They were quite forthright about it.  There lawyers made no secret that they were annoying me with the thought that I'd make him drop the suit. 

These lawyers must either be gay or never married single people....every married person knows that men do not listen to their wives.

I mean...seriously...
If I could get him to listen to me...he would have never have worked for the government. 

That's okay...I'm working on my revenge.  It's funny. 


So...here you go...

Men (and city attorneys) stalk for three reasons:

1) They want something they don't think they can get by asking directly for it.

2)  They need information that they don't trust that will be provided in an honest fashion. 

2) They are insecure little controlling boneheads who want to keep tabs on you and make you afraid to leave them.  These guys are the worst because they can get other people to do their bidding.

Hope this helps. 

Now that I write this, two things pop into my mind. 

First, I've never had an erotomaniac

Wait...

wait...

actually...that is not true. 

I just was never bothered by it. 

I did receive a ton of irises one day.  I figured someone left them on my door step by mistake. 

I used to get roses put on the front seat of my car every morning but I knew who it was from.  He always spelled his name backwards...it's not hard to guess who Ekim is. 

But, you know what... I'm feeling a little cheated.  Tell you what, Ekim, have your family leave me expensive red wine, thirteen red roses, and a ton of erotic literature in the front seat of my car and I'll pretend to be afraid...just for you...okay. 

Oooh...I'm so afraid....oooh...really...seriously...don't believe me? 

No....

Oh....if I ever get a real stalker, I'll probably just blame you.  That's not very safe now, is it? 

If you're going to scare me, do it right. 

Yeah....yeah...You probably know that I just want to see if his prude family members can buy erotic literature without having heart attacks. 

And...yes...I know who is watching me.  I also know that if I wind up dead or maimed, my family will Google my nickname and find out the confusing crap I'm going through. 

I do feel paranoid but I think it will end once I know what is going on. 
I've decided to stick it out here a little longer. 

Mom always said that if I should find myself lost and not sure of where to go, the best policy is to sit tight until someone finds you. 

I'm hoping a really generous employer finds me, so I can leave without depending on any controlling guy for funds.


Love ya,

S.

P.S.  Oh...I should mention that Ekim knows why I may want the thirteen roses and expensive wine...and that it is for a demon summoning ritual.   He and his ilk would never send those things to me all at once. 

It is a veiled threat. 

The erotic literature request is just to be funny.