I have a stalker, y'all. Can you believe that? Someone wants to stalk little ol' me. It must suck to be her if she needs to stalk ME.
For years, a friend of JK's has been purposely sabotaging the
relationship I have with him. She knows she does it. He knows she does
it. It's been six years, and since the very first time he mentioned my
name to her, she's hated me. I couldn't care less about how she feels
about me, because, after all, it's not HER that I want anything to do
with (thank God!). I just wanted her to stay our of our relationship.
But she wouldn't. She always had to intervene.
She stalks my Twitter account and my blog in hopes of finding something she can use
against me. It's funny, because I think in the five years I've had my
Twitter account, I've probably talked about her stupidity twice. If she
assumes something I've said is about her, that's her issue to work
through. She's totally not worth my time. But apparently, I'M WORTH
HERS! It's hilarious. She must be fascinated with my job, so she has to
watch my account every second of the day to see if she's missing any
important info from set that day.
I have a friend that watches to make sure she doesn't talk negatively
about me or my son, but unfortunately, I get a phone call once in a
while saying that she has. We both take photos of it, because who knows,
perhaps one day she'll take it too far and I'll need to bring in
America's finest. She deletes them right afterwards so that JK doesn't
see them. She's stupid if she thinks for one second I won't expose her
if I need to. Her constant need to stalk my blog, my Pinterest account,
my Twitter account, my Instagram account, and anything else I don't know
about, is beyond pathetic. I've had to make everything private. And
THAT is ridiculous.
About a month ago, I walked away from JK for the last time. I left his
house and wanted nothing to do with him. His constant need to satisfy
her desire to "be rid" of me, is something I'm not willing to keep
fighting against. I was mistaken when I assumed the relationship between
JK and I was "ours". I didn't realize it was a 3-way relationship and
that she had to be part of it. I didn't sign up to be in a relationship with a woman, and so I walked.
For a few weeks, I tried to make arrangements with him to get the rest
of my stuff from his house. Between his busy schedule and mine, we
finally met up this past weekend. He fed me a bunch of lines about how
much he missed me A LOT, and how much he dislikes coming home to an
empty house, and how his commitment phobias cause problems in his head,
blah, blah, blah. I listened as he talked, knowing full well that he was
just rambling and didn't mean any of it. At least not to ME, he didn't
mean it, because if he did, then he wouldn't be allowing someone else to
run our relationship. He just wanted someone to say those things to.
Someone that would listen to him. So, I did. He asked me to provide him
with "company" over the weekend, so that's what I did. Nothing more.
Sunday evening, I left. I drove away very proud of the fact that I
didn't have to be part of the lie he was living any longer. I'd gotten
everything I had left at his house and went on my way. With no intentions on continuing communication, I sent him an email telling him how wonderful of a time I had over the weekend, and I wished him the best.
When he called me Monday morning to tell me that his friend has been
stalking my Twitter account, I knew for the last time, that I was happy I walked away. I laughed at him over the phone as he tried to feed me
some lies he's been forced to believe by someone that doesn't know
ANYTHING about how I live my day-to-day life. It was quite entertaining
to listen to someone tell me something about myself that wasn't even
true. I wonder where people come up with this stuff. Probably the same
place that people get their incorrect information about dogs dying on
If only my life was more exciting, I'd understand the constant need to obsesses over it. But it isn't. So I don't.
I hope she gets a life. And I hope he figures out his.
Love to all!