Today I am thankful that I figured out why I was getting calls from a young woman claiming to be homeless and in need my help; the last time she called me she began by
gossiping about Steve and asking me to look at his Facebook page.
Steve was using her to try to get my attention.
She wasn't the first person to contact me Steve's behalf.
She wasn't the last, either.
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I hate Facebook.
Some people live by it. I used to make my living with it but then I became politically active and attracted all sorts of bizarre people into my life.
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My ex-husband made a post about a man who was dating our daughter. This man is from Texas. He's 25. He thinks I'm a cougar and he thought I would sleep with him. I called him a clown.
Uh.....good mothers don't sleep with people who date their daughters.
That was.....well...kinda creepy.
This was the guy who lied to the cops and got my daughter arrested.
Last night, my ex-husband wrote:
Most women are afraid of clowns but somehow, miraculously, end up dating one.
I shared it so that we could show some solidarity towards our daughter.
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Well.....within minutes.....Steve posted to my wall. He had set up a fake Facebook account. He wrote:
Steve *o*n*: Stop insulting me. Tell me what you want me to do with your stuff WITHOUT the damn drama, and be done. Stop spying on me and be done."
This is my response. I kept it public just in case his mother sees it. When we dated, she wanted to get him help for what she thought was paranoia. I didn't see the signs at the time. I do now. Maybe.....just maybe.....there is a sliver of a chance she'll get him an appointment with a psychiatrist. I buried my response deep in the post. I doubt many people have seen it.
Steve *o*n*, I think I know who you are. I am not spying on you. I had to block your profile when you started lying about me. I blocked your phone numbers when you sent me several threatening texts. I blocked your emails when you blew up my inboxes with insane accusations. I thought that would spell the end of things, especially after 78 days of no contact.
Then....people I thought were my friends started contacting me on your behalf with the bizarre things you were saying about me. The calls and messages from third parties are ongoing.
Just mail me my books if you feel the need to do that.
Please.....at this point, I am beginning to feel afraid of you. If you're making up fake profiles to harass me, that is scary stuff.
I don't talk about you. I don't really write about you. I don't look at your social networking profiles (and blocked you everywhere because your face makes me cry). Please....get help. I do NOT work for the CIA. I do NOT watch you at work. I do NOT watch you at home. I avoid you for my sanity. I do everything I can to avoid remembering all the heck I endured from you over the past 3.5 years.
I tried to be your friend. I tried to include you in my activist activities just like you wanted. I just can't deal with the lies, the accusations and the games. I don't know how to fix it. I'm sorry.....
A real friend would beg you to get help. I'm begging you to do that. That help won't work unless you take responsibility for the things you have done and are doing.
Take care and best wishes for your happiness. Life is brighter without the bottle. Trust me....
P.S. Please tell your mother what you told me about the CIA and believing that I am spying on you now. I know she loves you. I know she will help you and support you through this trial.
*****Sigh.....
I don't know. My ex asked if he could stay. I don't see why not.
I think having a man live here will keep other creepy men away. I can only handle one stalker at a time. Shannon was first in line.
I think I'll change my phone numbers again. If that doesn't stop things, I may talk to a lawyer about a restraining order. I can't do this anymore. I would talk to him if he sought treatment but, right now, I just can't handle the drama, the lies and the accusations.
And.....sadly....this morning, I received a call from someone claiming that Steve is lying about me on Facebook again. I don't want to hear about it. Before he could tell me what Steve wrote, I asked him if Steve used my name. He had not. I told the caller that so much time has passed since we broke up that I doubt anyone truly believes that Steve is writing about me.
I told him to let it go.
I hope it stays away.
I've had enough. Life is too short to let people waste your time with pointless drama.
Love ya,
S.
Edit: I keep replaying my final conversation with that young lady in my mind. She called me right before Steve went nuts on my Facebook page.
The first words out of her mouth were....
"There is this guy....Steve Y0*ng....who claims I sent him naked pictures. He's posted them online"
Before it registered to me who it was....I told her to call the police in her jurisdiction.
She declined. She wanted me to look him up. She wanted to know if I could click the link and see them.
I can't. I blocked his page. I have absolutely no intention of unblocking him. If I do that, I'll have to endure 48 hours of abusive emails and posts.
Stalker Mike clicked the link and laughed. At this point, it dawned on me that Steve must've written a .php script to collect the Facebook Accounts of the people who clicked.
I asked her how she knew Steve. She said that he was sending her messages over the past year. He was hitting on her and telling her that no one else cared for her except him. She said that he promised to help her with her situation. She claims that Steve is not her Facebook friend. She claims that they have never met in real life, yet she described him quite well.
I thought I'd document this. I don't know exactly what is going on. I just think that Steve chose me because I was being stalked. He did that because I was vulnerable and he knew that if he got caught playing crazy games with me, no one would believe me.
I think he chose this young lady for the same reasons. She is in trouble. This is a situation he could easily exploit.
This young woman told me that Steve was hitting on her during our relationship. Steve was telling me that he wanted to be with a much younger woman. I believe her.
I was not jealous. I was concerned for her. She claims to be homeless. He has an apartment. He can be aggressive and rapey....I mean....it seems like trouble brewing.
I told her that he needs help. He has delusions and he tends to share on Facebook. I asked her to be careful.
This is about the time Steve made the fake account and went ballistic on my page. I am beginning to wonder if Steve wasn't eavesdropping on those calls I had with her. I was on the phone with her on average of three hours a week.
I guess I cannot speak to either one of them again. Wow....what kind of people have time for these kind of things?
I feel angry and hurt.
I'm feeling played.
That young lady was trying to get me to click that link!!
Steve sure seems to think I did.
I'm fairly sure he put her up to calling me.
I wonder.....why would he need me to click that link?
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Gosh....it sure sucks when you stop trusting people you once loved.
These are games.
They are contrived.
They waste my time.
I don't know if I care enough to ever speak to him again.
It is leaving a horrible taste in my mouth.
Anytime someone conspires to play a joke on me, I refer to it as White Trash Theater.
I hate that game.
I do not understand why a man would have his new love interest bother me. If it were me? I'd spend my time making love to her.....now war with my ex.
I'll never understand people who play mind games. They seem counter-productive.
I am beginning to feel repulsed by his memory. I wish he knew how sick his mind games truly are.
Love ya,
S.