Another Day Another Attack

 

Today I am thankful for 26 character long passwords containing of mostly symbols.  

Someone tried to request a new password for my Facebook accounts twice in the past twenty-four hours.  

I now have added a mechanism where no one can sign in unless they enter a code texted to my cell phone at the point of log-in.  

I'm fairly sure this is Shannon.  Shannon is my ex's sister.

She's the chick who tried to break into my house on my birthday.  The woman who stalks me with her boyfriend.  It's been going on forever.  She once called me to tell me I married her.  I think she's a little whacked.  

I don't understand this at all.  I don't understand why she's doing it.  I'm a little ticked.

Her boyfriend was the one following me around when I worked in a town 40 minutes away from the house.  The truck Shannon had when she tried to break into my house was registered to Doug. 

Mike says they are trying to intimidate me into leaving. 

I don't know what they want. 

I want them to go away and stay away. 

I did have another weird incident today.  I'm going to have to investigate it before jumping to conclusions.
 

I'm stumped.  Maybe someone is f'ing with me.  

I know that the unauthorized Facebook log-ins tend to happen when I interview or pay attorneys.  

Mike did go to the police and asked for advice about the mangled backdoor lock.  They seem concerned but it's hard to know who is doing what.  They suggested a restraining order.  

Now, the cops don't listen to me but I know the pattern. This has been going on for over 21 years. 

This is the pattern:  

There is a family stresser; someone dies, someone gets ill, someone loses a job, or there is another type of scary life change. 

• They always start with daily hang up calls.  They may have OCD because the calls are usually in threes. 
• Then there are weird messages left on the machine.  
• Then they leave things on the porch, in my car, in my yard, or strewn around my office in the middle of the night.  
• Things will go missing from my yard, office, car, or house.  
• Then Michael contacts his family and they beg and plead to for him to leave me and go live with his mother. 
• Then they try to break in the house, my office, or my car.  
• When that doesn't work, they will harass my neighbors, my coworkers, or other professionals in my life to spread malicious gossip.  They usually do this by telephone or in person.  
• The final step is physical assault on either myself, my pets, my colleagues, or my children.  I no longer have a dog.  

Now, the cycle has become quite fast.  I quit tracking the hang up calls.  They stopped leaving crap on the porch last fall.  

From the day Mike contacts them, Shannon will make a threat or hack into an account around the seven day mark.  Two weeks after that, there will property damage to an entry way to the house or to my vehicle.  

I don't know of an assault the last time the cycle completed.  The last assault was in January of 2011. 

Mike contacted them Tuesday and complained that I identified Doug and Shannon as my stalkers via photographs.   Yesterday marked the fifth day since he did that (which upsets me because I asked him to keep me out of his family's crap).  There were two hacking attempts yesterday.   

I'm now awaiting a threatened break-in, property damage, or an assault.  

Mike fits the profile of a stalker.  This is what is throwing me off.  His shrink says he's NPD.  The therapists I know believe he is my stalker, and one warned me to stop taking pity of Mike because he thinks it will get me killed.  My PI neighbor said the same thing.  The detective thinks he could be the stalker.  

Only the people at the shelter think it is possible that his sister is stalking me without his knowledge; they think it is possible that Mike and Shannon are both stalking me independent of each other.  It is possible, just not likely.  

I know how to make Shannon back off, though.  She fears exposure, so that is what I"m going to do.  

I'm going to post her exploits online.  

Sometimes that graduate degree in psychology pays for itself.  

Do you know what's really bugging me?  I feel guilty.  When she was watching me eat lunch with Tom, I thought she was a man!  I think I flirted with her.  

YIKES! 

Yes, I did get new glasses.  

Love ya, 

S.