Pre-‘ramble’ – This story started off with the title “How to stalk a stalker” but after playing about with for a while I realised I wasn’t doing the title justice. So parked the title and kept the story. Hope to go back to the original one day but for now here’s a lesson I don’t think any of us should follow….
I had a stalker. She reached out to me every day, in different ways, hoping I’d respond. Doing whatever she could to be part of my life.
I never made any promises I couldn’t keep, but still she pursued me. ‘It was fun.’ I’d say. ‘I cannot commit.’ Don’t want to, won’t. She listened but didn’t hear.
I wanted to understand why, but mostly wanted it to stop. So I became a stalker. Her stalker.
It’s not a difficult thing to do, patience is the key. All I had to do was follow her after she’d followed me. She never looked, never suspected.
As I watched I began to pity her failing and empty life. Our few meet ups had been highlights for her. She wanted my life but it was mine and I wanted it back.
They say people learn in different ways, so I decided to try something new to get my message across.
Decaying roses sent to her office. Smashing her car windscreen. Dead & bloodied rats on her doorstep. Finally she heard and responded.
The Police said I was at fault, not her. She was the defenceless one, she’d done nothing wrong. I hadn’t kept the proof, hadn’t needed reminding she was ruining my life.
They say I can start again when I get out of prison. I hope so. If not I will be in here for life after I have taken hers.
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