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A Local Cop


 
Today I am thankful for a local cop.


The department doesn't really understand cyber-stalking.   When I'm trying to explain to a police officer how to get Facebook to email a person with the IP address of a stalker, that's not good.  The only proof I have of what was going on was due to cyber-stalking. 

Seriously, what is the stalker going to find about me online?

Hacking into my accounts only tells them two things:

1.  I give men blue balls
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2.  I like to compose and post a lot of self-help videos and audios.

I know what is going on. 

I'm being played with in a bid to keep me here. 

I'm not going to write about it again unless there is a valid threat. 

Someone gets off on my fear. 

Trying to break into my house while I'm home doesn't count.  Someone is going to have to make a verbal or written threat against my life. 

I am realizing that someone is using the stalking as a means to keep in contact with me.

I'm a little ticked about it. 

I know what is going on.  If I end up dead, the cops will have three suspects. 

So...It's all good. 

I probably shouldn't post about the legal stuff anymore.  I guess he's not taking it seriously. 

Hey, he likes surprises. 

I guess his talk about divorce all these years has been little more than talk geared to control me. 

I'm serious about it. 

He's not. 

Working with him will do little good. 

I've got to be the one to leave. 

I have been advised numerous times to get out of town, move in with a friend, or invite someone scary to live in this house with me. 

I may have to do that. 

Getting out of town sounds like the best thing to do. 

So....

My game plan is coming together. 

Life is weird. 

Love ya,

S.  



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