Possible Death Threats and Real Stalkers

            I just found out last night I had death threats when I was around 8 or 9 years of age.  This was something I don’t know if I was ever told at that age, memory is slack in that department; I didn’t keep good files then.  But, seriously, my sister’s Dad told my Mom on more than one occasion he was going to have me abducted and killed so he could get my sister.  Also, check this; he also had someone following me who knew my route to and from school.  This puts a new spin on my childhood, which I could have gone forever without this knowledge.

            Ok, now onto other death threats, scary men, and stalkers.  Oh!  I have had my share.  There is no particular order to any of these, just random men in my life.

            There was my second husband who watched so many City Confidential and other crimes shows all day while I was at work, which really freaked me out.  When he started hovering over my bed while I was waking up, that was weirder still.  I decided enough was enough; the guy had many other issues, so we called it quits. 

            Now this doesn’t mean this particular guy stopped bothering me.  No!  He sent emails to my work, and to my boss, telling him I was engaged in employee misconduct.  Then he would leave gifts, sometimes opened with things taken out of them, on my vehicle.  He would send flowers to my work, which I quickly turned over to the next person in line for my flowers I never wanted. So, he went from husband and potential wife killer, to stalker.  I guess he took a step down, as far as I know, so that is a good a thing, right?  But, even while we were married and living together he followed me when I would tell him I would be at my friends house or eating dinner with them, and they were all women friends.  So, weirdness prevails. 

            I had another stalker when I used to work retail.  We had gone out a couple of times, but we never hit it off.  He was just weird.  He would stop the car and just get out and pee on some trash cans on my side of the car.  One time he picked me up, and I was engulfed in a horrid smell once I got in his car.  He told me he had just thrown up in the car, which was proof positive all over his steering wheel.  Once I told him I didn’t want to see him anymore, he called me a few really naughty names, and tied to smear my name at church.  Didn’t get very far at church, as everyone thought he was way weirder than I could ever be.  I would often look out the front of the store, which was all large pieces of glass, and he would be out in the court yard, just leaning on a tree watching me.  A few times I didn’t even know he was there, and one of the other women would say something to me.  I finally got security on him, and after about two times of that, he was gone. 

            Then there was my friend’s husband who would get up out of bed and just watch me in the dark while I watched TV.  I was waiting for them to leave so I could watch their little one while they were doing the Sunday newspaper route.  It was weird to wake to him just sitting there watching me, not saying a word, and never making any acknowledgement of him staring at me.  So, what do I call that: couch stalking?

            In high school years there was the guy who actually attacked me on the way to my boyfriend’s house.  Out of no where (isn’t that always where they come from?) he jumps me and wants me to kiss him.  I am thinking, ‘Dude. If all you want is a kiss, I am sure some barfly chick over in the bar there can give that to you’.  But he was quite insistent, until my knee met his nether regions and my hand hit his nose.  Yeah! He was kind of wishing he had tried that little trick on someone else. 

            A guy I dated only once went to dinner with him, but he wanted more.  Hell, a hooker costs you more than an Olive Garden dinner with no alcohol!  He walked me to my door, and then persisted in trying to get more out of the date.  He was real shrunken raisin looking, and way littler than me. I tried to be polite, but he just wouldn’t take a polite a no for an answer.  So, finally it was, impolite, I am going to get serious in a minute if you do not remove yourself.  He didn’t like that either. Then I had to get rough.  On him I only had to grab his throat with my thumb in the larynx to get his attention.  I was almost holding him off the floor.  He was pissed after that, holding his throat as he stormed out the door, but he left.  Then he almost backed his car into a trash truck, which made him even madder when he noticed I was watching him from my porch. 

            I have had my share of one dates who insist there should be more.  They send flowers, cards, and other gifts for me or my animals, even when I give them nothing to hang a tiny thread on.  I have had the guy who gets my phone number by whatever means and will not leave me alone.  Listen, I am not polite after the first or second, no.  I can hold my own and I say just what I mean, no double talk, or confusing language, body or otherwise going on with this chick.  One guy even had the audacity to charge me a fortune for him and his crew of idiots to move my apartment to storage, which they trashed a bunch of stuff, then call me for almost three months afterwards.  This guy had even told me he had a wife and children back in Mexico.  What an arse!

            The other guy who comes to mind right now is a guy who I disliked after the first date.  His whole aura was off, and I am not being mystical here.  He was just wrong.  He then got a sleeping machine (which I think every household in America has at least one now), and he seemed to be a little nicer.  But it still wasn’t working for me.  He left the state. Whew! Oh, not so fast there chicky.  He found me on Face Book (gotta’ love ‘um), and started trying to contact me.  I ignored him for some time, feeling the freedom to do so.  Then one day, when I was bored, he happened to see me online on Face Book, they had just started the chat thing, so I hadn’t gone in and turned on the privacy notifications yet.  So, I chatted with him.  Finally, he was coming town, whoopee.  I met him, hoping he would at least be nice, and I was really going through a lot of stress and could use a friend.  Well, he managed to buy me one drink, and dinner, and not hear one word I said.  He talked of himself, but was never looking at me.  No more dates with him ever.  He got mad at me once because he wanted me to come to stay with him over a weekend, and when my dog got sick and I couldn’t come, he blew his top.  My dog, which is a $1,200 Bichon Frise, got sick, had to get to the vet for emergency treatment, then needed treatment during the day at home, and I am supposed to just fly out of state for a casual weekend.  What a jerk.  To top that off, he had not stopped asking me to meet him when he came here, or asking me to come to his state after that.  I think that is desperate.        

            On the other side of the coin, I have had guys come out of no where, and say they have been wanting to talk to me for years, sometimes, and never had the courage.  Well, I guess if they knew what I did to the guys who were jerks, I could see the trepidation, but most guys don’t know anything about any of that part of lovable me. 

            So, there it is, my share time for today. 

nough said~