ComicalGnomes wrote:
When I got onto the police about my ex, they advised me to change my number but I flat out refused. Why the fuck should I change my number just because someone decides to be a fucking twat?
The behaviour of these characters are more understood than we think - my neighbour across the road has just moved again to avoid an abusive ex husband who has been stalking him. There's infatuation and then there's psychosis.
I suppose one of my exes could be classed as a stalker - we only dated for a few months and it took almost a year to get it through to her that we were no longer and item. I had everything from turning up out of the blue pretty much every day, to calling my mother and telling her that I owed her money (swell gal that she is, my Mum believed her - but I'm sure I'm not the only person on the planet with a mother ready to think the worst in any given situation - but I digress and that's another kettle of coconuts). My particular favourite was the Christmas after we'd split (August) I was in Wales at my parents and my mother blithely asked me when Helen was arriving for New Year!?!?!?!? She'd only gone and invited herself and my mother had said yes and told me on the day she was arriving! I did mention the fact to my mother who was totally unsympathetic and said I should make her feel welcome as my mother had said she could come!!!!! Remembering all this has made me stop wondering why I finally stopped talking to my mother last year! Three days of hilarity ensued with her blanking any woman I spoke to, to the point of getting between me and them and turning her back to them, to flirting outrageously with my male friends and generally acting like we were an item. Much rowing ensued.
She also turned up on Valentine's night and threw a fit because I wouldn't go out with her. She tried to divide my friends, some of them fell for it until they got to know her and realise that she was slightly
too wacky, but by that time I'd moved on - I wasn't about to be told by so-called friends that this deluded obsessive was normal - she could pass for it most of the time, but she was pretty relentless.
I don't know what happened to her in the end, I think she went on a long holiday in the middle of that year, about 10 months after I had told her to sling her hook and I think she fell for some Turkish waiter's patter. I laughed hard when I found out. Fortunately I haven't seen sight nor sound of her for about 18 years now.
Actually, my ex-flatmate got a bit obsessed with me as well - but that was more amusing than anything else and fortunately Roz, (High Command) thought so too
I think the worse I've done is send a rather embarassing letter to an ex when I was a teenager. But I think we're all capable of getting slightly besotted with the first rush of hormones.
Having said all that, I've long thought that just about the cruelest thing you could do to someone is send them anonymous love letters or Valentine cards. The mindfuck that could cause should never be underestimated.