Today I am thankful that we have four security cameras trained on the front yard.
This evening, my ex stopped by for his visit with the kids.
It's a little sad. He's gained some more weight and lost his hair. He walks with a slight limp.
He knocked on the door, looked up and stepped back.
I watched the footage in real-time.
The youngest came out of the house and my ex's hand pointed upwards while he asked, "Can you see me with that camera?"
She responded, "Yes.", while looking into the camera.
Yes, I can see you. I can see anyone that comes to the door.
I saw the bald guy who messed around the ladder leading to the roof on Wednesday. I'm not sure who he is but he looks a heck of a lot like the guy who nearly hit me head on in the street while pretending to be with Ameriprise Insurance. Ameriprise investigated the incident and told me to call the cops.
To this day, I can't fathom why anyone thinks my ex owns my home.
Not only can I see anyone who comes to the door, I can hear them.
The video is immediately uploaded into the cloud.
This week, I've not only seen my ex and the bald guy....
I saw my private investigator neighbor inspecting the property minutes after the bald guy left. He knocked on the door but I wasn't home.
I need to send that neighbor a fruit basket.
The neighbor's fluffy black cat visits often. She also brought us a dead mouse. Her name is Vertigo. She's beautiful.
Even if he doesn't understand how incredibly disturbed I am about the stalking,
I can see him. I can see any cronies he sends my way.
If I can see them, so can the cops.
I can also share the video in a full moon circle (just teasing.....) or with the hoodoo practitioner I adore. .
I'm trying to understand how things got so bad.
I'm realizing that my biggest mistake was not getting to meet my ex's full family and to stay away from his family events after his mom, sister, father and brother (among others) became physically abusive.
My ex has a huge family - I've met some of the people he sent to harass me. Others, I don't know and only learned of their identity when my ex pointed them out in photographs.
I divorced to be free of the bullshit.
You know, I'm tired of crap.
It's time to be safe.
Love ya,
S.