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The Problem with Hang Up Calls

Today I am realizing that the stalking isn't quite over and that I have to relocate. 


I've been getting a lot of hang-up calls on the landline.  Typically they are robocalls or calls from my ex-husband's bill collectors.

There have been a few over the past couple of days that scare me.

The phone will ring twice before I'll answer.  I will say "hello" and there will silence on the line before the call disconnects.

I don't accept blocked calls anymore.  I can see the numbers that call.

I'll call them back.

When you call a robocall back, you tend to reach a non-working number.

When you call a bill collecter back, you'll speak to someone on staff trying to extort information out of you.

When you call back a hang-up call and get a personal answering machine that does not divulge any information, it can be a little bit scary.  When this happens several times a day, it can be unnerving.

I used to get hang up calls right before I'd catch my ex-husband's sister breaking into the house.

The police said that she would call to see if I were home.

If I didn't answer, she'd be on the doorstep with a bump key in the lock within minutes.

This is happening far too much.

If I Google the number, I don't find anything.

Things are going to escalate, aren't they?

Sigh.....

I wonder if things would improve if I changed the landline number.  I'd hate to do that because I don't want to be accused of making it hard for the ex to contact the kids (even though he still has their mobile numbers).

Perhaps if I disconnect the landline, then there will be no further calls to see if someone is home.  There would be no way to track us using the phone.

I know the hang-up calls are not someone trying to get ahold of the kids as they each have their own personal phone number.

The only thing I can imagine is that the former in-laws or my ex-are up to the same game.  No one hangs up if they have business with you.  If they have a wrong number, they won't keep calling.

This is bizarre.

It could simply be time for me to get a real job so I can afford a better security system.

In the end, that's probably the best thing I can do.

Stay safe out there,

S.


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