Today I am thankful for bail bonds.
My estranged spouse really and truly wants to clear his name. He wants to prove once and for all that he is NOT my stalker, even though I caught him on more than one occasion lurking about around professional venues.
He swears up and down that it is his sister and her boyfriend who are behind the latest round of stalking. This has been going on since January '92.
I still can't figure out why his sister would be stalking me without his consent. I've always known Shannon to be a bit of a stalker. She'll hang out in the back seat of my car waiting for me, she'll run around to third parties and spread malicious gossip. She'll take guns to my neighbors and threaten my professors. She loves phone harassment. She used to show up at places I worked and steal merchandise. At least she let me log what she took so I could pay for it.
The best thing to do with a crazy cat like that is ignore her.
Here's the rub. Whatever I want to do, she'll do.
It's all good. At least I haven't inspired her to get arrested or murder people.
When I went to school, she did.
When I was a bass player for a country band, she claimed to be a musician, too.
When I went into the legal profession advocating for victims of crime while earning my master's, she decided to go to school to learn how to council cops who had PTSD.
The problem, though, is that I am supposed to stop what I am doing so I am not competing with her.
A couple of years ago, I had an Internet self-help blog but the highest number fans my blog ever had was 16,201. She is an Internet guru weight loss guru now, with 112 fans.
Woo hoo! That's a milestone! That first hundred fans took me a whole week to get.
Guess what my specialty used to be? Weight loss
Now, I'm doing voice-overs. No one can stalk me easily in my recording studio. It's a lot like having a safe room in my home.
On Thursday, I was told that Shannon claims she's being cyber-stalked stalked by a woman. If I go near her, she'll claim it is me.
I can feel trouble in the air.
Shannon always had a way of ruining get-togethers. Once she had a bunch of gay guys come at me because she told them that I was a homophobe. I went on to describe how my gay roommate died of AIDS and half of them left the party in tears.
She's a trouble maker.
Today is the wake for her father. She told the family not to let her brother know about the funeral. He's fuming.
This is not the forum to fume.
Mike swears up and down he has to go to confront Shannon and Doug (her boyfriend) for stalking me and harassing me at work. I really wish he wouldn't do that.
I'll have no part of it.
What good could come out of that?
If she is the stalker, why would he risk parking his car in the parking lot of said church? I may have to pay for another GPS sweep.
I at least was able to persuade him to carry a tape recorder, a video camera, and the non-emergency number to the local police department.
Drama....I do so tire of all the drama.
Love ya,
S.
Okay, Mike called and said everyone was good. There was no fighting, no stupidity and no one was arrested. He did say something about Doug wanting everyone to become 7th Day Adventists as he drank several Busch Beers.
Uh...they eschew alcohol.
I used to be a minister and my SDA colleagues were very devout.
This guy is going to be trouble. I wonder if religion wasn't the pretext to harass me on Mike's behalf.
At least I know the man's identity. His face matched up to the pics from the security cam.
The man who followed my old friend and I before hassling the people in my office building was, indeed, Shannon's boyfriend. His name is Doug. No one will tell me his last name.
At least I know who he is.
He looks a lot like a pastor I met several years ago. I'm going to contact my old religious friends and ask around. Maybe someone can talk some sense into him.
It's going to get interesting now.