Today I am thankful that I have had a lawyer and a realtor reach out to me.
So....
I haven't really written about the stalking incidents because I think it gives the stalker a thrill to see me write about it.
It hasn't stopped at all. The frequency has slowed down but the events themselves have escalated.
My therapist thinks that both Steve and Michael are behind everything.
I don't know.
I can tell you that Steve has infiltrated a group consisting of several of my friends. They recently posted his picture to Facebook and despite my attempts at blocking him, his face still winds up on my feed. I just block the people that post his picture.
The group he joined is about a mile away from my home. Steve lives about 40 miles away from me. There are several such groups between his home and mine.
God only knows why he chose to hang out in the area I shop at on Saturday mornings.
The one by my home is very far away from him and our offices. I don't know.
That's not the worst of it.....
I have had weird events happen around the house. Some of them, I'm not sure are stalking.
Like the guy who was lurking in my driveway wearing a kangaroo t-shirt claiming to be with Comcast. He wanted to know the kind of phone service I used. That was a little weird.
Comcast didn't send him out. Dish Network didn't send him out.
Maybe he was casing houses? I don't know.
That didn't bug me too much.....
The guy who pretended to be my insurance agent to try to inspect my house scared me. He literally sat outside the house and blocked my access to my home on two occasions.
Ameriprise didn't send him.
Yesterday, someone came to the door with a playful knock around 1:30 in the afternoon. This person stood by an open window, smoking a cigarette. I was trying to get to a window to see who they were before answering the door. At this point, I noticed someone by the window and the living room started to fill with the smell of tobacco smoke.
As I went for a window on a different level of the house, someone turned on the water hose in the front yard. I had a friend visiting at the time and she told me that the person was probably turning on the water to lure me outside. She warned me to stay inside and call the police.
I called the police.
At this point, I realize that I cannot take it anymore.
I really wish I knew what was going on.
It's not Michael. I drove Michael to the airport and he was on a plane to California at the time of this incident.
I really have no clue why someone would do such a thing. My neighbors didn't see anything.
This is weird.
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I found a job. It doesn't pay well. It pays $30,000 a year. The office building doesn't have a lot of parking available, so my new boss has asked that employees park their cars 1.5 miles away and he pays a shuttle service to take us to work.
He also asked that we leave our cell phones in the car.
Given that I've found gps devices on my vehicles and my android phones hacked, this seemed like the perfect job set-up for me.
I start Monday......maybe.
Michael originally said he would help get the kids to school. He can't do that now.
I may have to give up the job because I can't find daycare.
This may work out.
After yesterday, I'm not really comfortable living here anymore.
I called a lawyer. I will need a $3,000 retainer in order to ask for the money my ex took, remove him from the home and revise the parenting plan.
I called a realtor. I'm going to have to take a hit on the price of the house because the gutters are in disrepair. The local government offered to give me a loan to repair the home but in order to take them up on it, Michael has to live here for another six months to a year because my income is too low to qualify as per HUD. I'm not sure I can live with someone who disrespects me so much.
I can't take it anymore. Thanks to the smoking man hanging out in my front yard yesterday, I decided to move.
I'm going to sign off and weigh giving up my new job and looking for something in a rural area. I'm thinking about Kansas, Nebraska and Oklahoma.
I need to go somewhere I won't be followed by crazy people.
I've had enough.
I really wish I could learn the truth about who was behind the stalking. I probably never will.
Love ya,
S.
Edit four days later: Well....someone actually cut my garden hose with a sharp object. It's a clean cut. Mail has gone missing. The mail that has gone missing wasn't addressed to me.
Michael has his paychecks sent here. Several are missing. I don't keep track of his stuff, so I didn't know I needed to keep my eyes open for them.
The bills that I never took out of his name are not coming to the house. The companies will call me and tell me that they never received payment and that they sent letters addressed to Michael. I don't get them.
Michael also had a couple of packages come to the house via UPS that were cut open. I'd find them on the porch that way.
I don't know what to think.
Is he being stalked?
Or is someone with a pocket knife messing with me?
I am ready to move.
I really am.