My first stalker was an old high school boyfriend, Cry Baby. In the summer after 10th grade I went away for a month on a trip to Israel and Europe. I came back with a new perspective on life, a desire to date Jewish boys and promptly dumped him. Cry Baby's teenaged heart was crushed and (since it was back in the pre-cell phone days) he would incessantly call my parent's house in an effort to get me to back. He told me he wanted to hurt me and made some terroristic threats on the country where I had just visited. One day, Cry Baby called my parents house and my brother, who is 8 years older than me and at 5'8" was significantly larger than my pint-sized former paramour, picked up the phone. Cry Baby was crying (hence the nickname)and begged my brother (through snot rockets and hiccups) to let him speak to me. I picked up the phone at the same time I heard my brother boom, "Stop crying you f*cking pussy! You think I'm going to let you speak to my sister after the pathetic crap you just spewed out?! If you bother her again, I will kill you, do you understand?!" Have I mentioned how awesome my brother is?
I didn't deal with another stalker until years later. ESPN was the man I dated immediately before I met my ex-husband, who, as you might guess, worked at ESPN. I had broken up with him but he was determined to win me back. He spent a month calling and texting me, emailing my friends to ask them to talk to me and even told me he would have proposed if he had had a ring. It got so bad that a law school friend who used to work for the FBI, offered to get me a gun for protection. Thankfully, I was living over an hour away and didn't feel the need for a firearm. ESPN finally stopped harassing me when I got engaged to my ex-husband, a mere 3 and a half months after our breakup (I know, I know...)
My ex-husband was another one who just couldn't let go. This likely had more to do with the fact that I sprung our divorce on him like it was a surprise trip to Disney World than anything. That, and the fact that we were married and had vowed to spend our lives together, he presumably loved me very much. But since actions speak louder than words, we'll go with the surprise factor for the reason he couldn't let go. I won't divulge too much (you know, because I'm nice and/or because I've blocked out the entire messy divorce process from my memory) but he actually had the nerve to ask my parents (in the courthouse, immediately before our divorce hearing) if they could get me to reconsider my decision. Dude, let it go.
Teacher was someone I dated for a few weeks in October. He was a single dad of 2 daughters and a high school English teacher. I told him I wasn't ready for anything serious, as I was just starting to date after my divorce. I'm very into baking and arts and crafts and had given him some good ideas about things to do with his girls. I told him that I was baking a cake in the shape of a turkey for Thanksgiving because my nephew loves it (I'm not going to lie, I do too, it's a freaking awesome cake mould!). Then he tells me how excited he was that we would be spending Thanksgiving together--me, him and his kids. Umm, WTF?! I quickly ended things after I realized that he wanted an instant wife, step mom and mother (for himself) all in one. He freaked out and sent me the most grammatically correct scathing emails that I was overwhelmingly impressed and scared at the same time. I ended up filtering his emails, threatening a restraining order and commenting that a restraining order might affect both his teaching job and his custody situation. He emailed me a few months after to apologize and ask to grab some coffee. Umm, no.
I wrote about BR here and here and a few other places that I'm too lazy to link to. He begged for a second chance and I gave it to him even though I wasn't really feeling a connection. Fast forward and I realized he was relationship stupid and I was attracted enough to him to fix it. He didn't go off the deep end, per se, but he wrote me email novellas as to why we would be good together, how he could change, how my feelings weren't justified, etc. He finally stopped when I ignored enough of these emails and deleted him off Facebook. Just last month though, he sent me a Facebook message congratulating me on the Bar Exam and making a comment on how we should get back together. No thanks.
I worried that DJ would also go off the deep end, as he seem unsatisfied with how I broke things off. He seemed like a very even keeled man though so I sent him a final email explaining some things I hadn't previously mentioned and how they were non-negotiable for me. I stated that this would be the last of the discussion and wished him luck. Surprisingly, it was not the end of the discussion for him.
He told me that he respected my decisions but wanted to argue his way and change my mind. Umm, WTF?! That's no where near respecting my decision. I continued to ignore his emails and text messages and hoped it would go away...until yesterday. I was out with friends when I received a call from a florist. My heart sank. I knew that DJ had sent me flowers. For a man who claims to have paid attention to me, he must have zoned out on the conversation in which I told him, "I do NOT like flowers. They shed and die and smell. I especially dislike roses. I think they're an overpriced waste of money. Please never get me flowers." Of course, he got me flowers, lots of them, with roses. The arrangement was topped with a pleading note and about a zillion "xoxo's" before his name.
|"One drink is all I ask :) xoxoxo :insert name here:"|
That wasn't the end of it though. A few hours after the call from the florist, DJ called, asking about the flowers. I sent the call to voicemail and I thanked him via text. I told him there was nothing to discuss and wished him luck. He called again and was sent to voicemail. Dude, get the message already!
He then proceeded to berate me via text message and email about how I'm a terrible evil person and how he at least deserves an explanation as to why we can't live happily ever after together. "I at least deserve to sit down with you for a drink," he texted. My response, "The only thing you deserve at this point is a padded room and a restraining order. Leave me alone!"