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Terror


Today I am thankful for gut feelings of terror. 

I'll fix the post later because I'm horribly busy today. 

I should document something in case I turn up blue. 

A couple of months ago, I had a blond lady with messy hair manhandling the handle of the front door. 

She drove a huge extended cab red truck, like a Silverado.   She pulled up in the driveway, just inches from the porch.  She walked to the door.  I saw her and opened the front door as she was fumbling with keys trying to get one to fit in the lock. 

Thinking that the woman could have the wrong house by mistake, I asked if I could help her. 

She looked at me, hopped into her truck, looked behind her and took off. 

She didn't say a word.

A few weeks later, I found a religious newspaper on my doorstep.  I heard pumps....I'm pretty sure that it was a pair of ladies' pumps that I heard walk up to the step and scurry off around 1:30ish in the morning. 

A few weeks after that, I found a pair of bloody ladies underwear on the back porch.  I remember that they were purple with horizontal stripes because I was joking that they weren't mine - horizontal stripes make my butt look big. 

I honestly thought Mike had a shy lady friend. 

Now, I'm scared. 

Shannon D. is Mike's sister.  She has admitted to stalking me in the past. She pulled a gun on a neighbor.  She harassed my professors.  She's lied to my landlord.  She's done a lot of crazy crap. 

If you ever have a party, do not invite her.  Ruining parties is her specialty! 

Her boyfriend, Doug, is the man who harassed my workmates and watched me eat lunch as I sat with an old friend one day.  I'm beginning to think that Shannon may have been the person staring at me in the restaurant.  She, no offense, looks like a guy.  Maybe she's the blond that was sitting by the man in the dark coat who later approached me to call me Satan. 

Anyway, the lady looked like Shannon D. but she was thinner.  She had the same skin tone and hair color.  The last time I saw Shannon D., she was well over 500 pounds. 

She was in the paper not too long ago for losing over 300 pounds (woo-hoo....so inspirational!).  I wouldn't recognize her if I saw her today.  I haven't seen her in over twelve years. 

Today someone showed me a picture of the vehicle Shannon drives.  It is a huge red truck, similar to the one in the drive way  on that Friday evening. 

When we lived in other houses, Mike always gave his sister a key.  She and her mother would come on in like they owned the place.  She'd do that with my car, too.  It wasn't uncommon to find Shannon sitting in my back seat inviting herself along to wherever it was I was going.  She never took "get out" for an answer.  It was usually a threat to call the peace officers that got her to leave me alone. 

Still...if that was her...I wonder why she thinks she has a key to the house?

Mike claims that he's estranged from her and never gave her a key.  I'm not so sure.  She knows an awful lot about me.  She wouldn't have been able to find me with my friend unless Mike told her where I was.

If he invited her here, why would she scurry off like that? 

This is weird.  If they are estranged, I guess I should be scared.  If he's talking to her, then he needs to tell me what he wants.  I can't keep his family from visiting a house we co-own. 

They should knock, though.....

It's rude to try to open the door without knocking.

I guess there may be more going on here than meets the eye. 

I just wanted to document this...just in case....you know. 

Crazy days....

Love ya,

S. 

Edit 10:39 p.m.

Today was a busy, yet weird day.

So, my ex gets home around 9:00 p.m. or so and we have a little chit chat about the crazy lady with the Silverado.  He mentions that his brother thinks his sister is stalking me.

He's worried that I am in danger, so he thinks that is probably in everyone's best interest that we divorce as soon as possible and I move away from him.

He just doesn't know how to deal with the financial aspects of it being that all of the money we have left is (allegedly) tied up in the house.  We lost about $40,000 worth of equity when the market went bust.  We still have between $35-$50K left.  We had a lot of foreclosures on the block and that kept the value of our home down.

He went off and did whatever it is he does at night.  I flipped on the television and saw a news story...the housing market is back in our town.  Most houses don't stay on the market for more than a week.

Things are looking up!

Thanks for your prayers.  They're helping.

Love ya!!




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