Today I am thankful that a month has gone by without stalking activity.
I haven't seen Doug for an entire month.
I haven't had screws in my tires.
I haven't had my mail tampered with.
My locks haven't been broken.
I haven't had weird hang up cell phone calls.
It seems to have stopped.
I don't know if I should credit the stupid spell (due to my lack of witchy ability)
or the fact that Michael is at the house and is privy to everything I do.
I guess there is no need to stalk me when one knows exactly what I am doing.
Sigh....
Michael lost his job. He has no where to go. He's living here.
It's driving me batty.
I wanted to go back to court to put together a time frame for moving on and out.
That's not going to happen now.
My attempts to talk to him about it are met with my being ignored.
I don't understand.
The man buys me Kombucha tea (so he must care) but he won't talk about what to do next.
I'm very sad.
All I do is cry.
I can't ask him to leave now. I'm trying to leave.
I certainly feel trapped here.
The only way out is to sell the house out from under him.
What kind of brat does something like that?
There has to be a win-win here. Why can't Michael help me find it?
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I apologize to all of the cops who tried to warn me. You were right. I should have listened.
An officer told me a few weeks ago that my ex would do anything to stay here another week. He urged me to have him evicted from the property.
The next day my ex was unemployed and had no where to go.
I have a plan.
I'll keep the details of said plan under the vest until I implement it.
Love ya,
S.
Edit 10/21/15: Michael showed me a letter from the unemployment office claiming that we won his benefits for being laid off.
I guess he didn't quit his job on purpose. I feel obligated to let him stay until he finds another job.
I'm not happy about it.
I wish I could tell you what was going on whenever I try to set up a timeline to move on.
It's just frustrating.
May he find a new job soon.
Love ya,
S.