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Truths

Today I am thankful for truths, no matter how small. 
 

 
 
The police are right. 
 
 
My ex is behind the stalking. 
 
 
It picked up fairly quickly on October 22, 2010. 
 
I visited my office and found my things missing.  I found pictures of myself strewn outside in the public courtyard adjacent to my office.
 
There was a phone call on October 24, 2010 from his cousin telling me that that they found my office. 
 
How do I remember the days?  Well, I'd like to say that I documented everything in my stalking journal.  I did not.  I remember them via ex love interests birthdays and days of particular importance. 
 
On Mike's birthday, I went out to dinner and learned his auntie died. 
 
On Charlie's birthday, I found my stuff missing.
 
On Ross's birthday, I got the call. 
 
On the day I met with Thomas, I got stalked when my sister-in-law and her boyfriend watched me scarf down lunch in an effort to remind that ex that I have the tables manners of a wild boar.     
 
Weird, huh? 
 
Well....I learned how it went down. 
 
On October 19, 2010 my ex (Mike) verbally revoked our cease and desist letter sent to his sister and mother after they threatened me in a phone message.  On the day of his aunt's funeral, my ex gave his entire family (including his sister) permission to call, visit, or communicate with anyone in this household. 
 
That settles it, I've got to move. 
 
I can't stay to help him with anything anymore.  He's going to get me killed. 
 
I asked for him to come up with a separation agreement. 
 
I'll call my worried lawyer tomorrow. 
 
I'm in danger.  Mike is the reason for the stalking.  I don't understand why he didn't tell me until today that he gave his sister permission to contact me!
 
That would have settled this a long time ago. 
 
I'm no longer afraid of her.  She's just doing what he said she could do. 
 
It would be an entirely different story if she came over here after he told her to stay away. 
 
This explains why she apologizes for coming here when he isn't home. 
 
She's been here before. 
 
The next time she is here, she needs to drop off a note asking for the blue and white handkerchief and telling me where to mail it.  It was given to me in 1996 with the expectation that Shannon would get it for her wedding.  My understanding is that she is engaged to marry the guy following me around town.  I never know when he's going to stalk me, so I don't carry it on my person. 
 
I guess I could put it in my holster but I don't want to get gun grease on it. 
 
Besides, Shannon and her family think I'm a witch.  Witches use handkerchiefs for black magic.  It's best to take it off my hands rather than let me put voodoo weed in it and burn it. 
 
Breathing a sign of relief,
 
S. 
 
 
 


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