by Dorse Green
“Bro, I see you’re so stressed about his whole sweeping the house thing. But there has to be another way we can do this without having to pay a single cent.” “Yes, indeed there is, because I got a plan. Are you listening?” As James listened to me talk, he discovered that I had come up with a brilliant idea. Getting out of work the next morning, James shows up to my apartment as planned. There’s nothing like making up a story with hopes that the stalkers will take the bait. Brotha, I had this nice piece that came through to see me at my workplace, Oowee! James, stop lying? Brotha, I had her doing handstands and cartwheels by the end of the night, I got a new one on the team. We laughed to make it real. It’s honestly all we spoke about that entire time.
When the time came for my friend to leave, he winked at me as he was exiting my door, hoping that we had set up a really strong trap for whoever was behind all that was happening with me at the time.
The following day, guess what? Apparently the stalker got the message. Because like clockwork, Angela approached me fussing about this made up story. I tell you, for the first time in about a year, I was relieved that I was finally right about something concerning the stalker. I stood in my own home questioning God if he was doing this to me. The weight of a ton was lifted off my chest because I believe he had turned his back on me. This battle I am facing is far from over, but I will not go down without a fight. I told Angela about my plan with James and thankfully she was quick to believe me.
Just like me, this whole thing that was taking place in our lives really scared Angela. Questions were now flying all over our heads. Are these listening devices also capable of taking videos? Could these people have been watching us naked in our home all the time? I felt hopeless while thinking about all this. All I could do was hope for things to get better as time passed.
The stalking continued as we also continued on with our lives. Even though it was difficult, we chose not to succumb to any pressure from these people because honestly, life still had to go on. I wasn’t going to fall on a trap that I had no idea how long it was going to run. I simply did not know for sure how the stalker planned to play her script. I always refer to the stalker as ‘her’ because I was so sure at this moment that it was Lynn behind all this madness. And I was dying to see the day that this theory was going to be proved.
I actually did not know about all these confidence levels until I heard her talking to a certain lady that she invited to come over. I don’t know how she knew her, but I could tell that they were talking about our issues as the lady kept on insisting that we both needed to be in the meeting in order to conjure up a solution faster. But she kept on insisting that she first wanted to say her mind alone, and she needed that lady to be honest with her if she should leave me. Hearing that drove a very cold breeze in my intestines. I held my stomach as I eavesdropped on them while pretending to be asleep in the bedroom.
So I was driving Angela into doubting herself? I made her feel like she’s worth less than she was? Regardless of the ugliness of their conversation, I refused to take it to heart and I vowed while in bed that I was going to show her that she was worth more than she knew to me. In fact, I was always scared of losing her, but it’s just that I was with the one with a problem of cheating and I was nowhere near her when it comes to being a great person to be in a relationship with.
As they were talking, the subject then changed to the exact reason why she had decided to invite that lady into our home – The recent actions that ended with new letters and a bracelet in her underwear drawer upon her return. While opening up the conversation, she started by saying that she believed me all the time when I explained to her that I never slept with those women, that we just had a few drinks together. But the presence of these new letters and a bracelet brought so much doubt about anything else that I had said about my past actions. She now believed that I was sleeping with all the other girls that I had previously refused to have been sleeping with.
“So it seems that you don’t believe your boyfriend’s answers and explanations to your past conversations about these girls that he is always accused of being with by this stalker? And secondly, it looks like you don’t accept that you’re wrong as he wanted you to believe all along or make things up in your head. The final thing is that you now have proof of a bracelet that was purposely left behind by another woman?” I raised my head from the pillow when she said those things. Indeed, I had accused my girl before of making things up and she believed me, but now there was evidence right in front of her. I did not know what to do at that point.
Angela responded to this lady and said all her trust in me was gone. She said that she used to think that she was giving me a benefit of the doubt before but she was just being stupid. Really? That really did not sit well with me. I vowed that I was going to do things better from now.
Indeed, when the lady left, I pretended as if I did not hear a single word of their conversation, but when I saw her, I saw an opportunity to make things right by starting to ask for forgiveness about the past weekend. I vowed that from now on, I was going to try to be better. I knew that it sounded like a broken record for then, but it had to be said so that I follow it up with action. I reminded her of all the good things she had done for me and the kids, and really showed her that she is the sanest person in our house, something that kind of cheered her up. My words were followed by actions as I, for the first time in a long time, cooked for her and cleaned the house as she sat and watched the tv.
A few days passed and we began laughing together once again. As this happened, it was all in the eyes of our stalker. Imagine, they thought we were going to break up, but were surprised to see that we were actually laughing and making all sorts of jokes with the kids. Now imagine, me waking up from this dream I was having, and returning back to reality.
In the long efforts of trying to keep something together, there is always a possibility of losing. I, too, happened to have lost the plot at some point as I kept on telling Angela that I was this close to solving this while conundrum. Whether I was right, or not, I did not know. But what I knew was that the stalker was out to make sure that my relationship with Angela ended, and must be in a way that was going to leave me in pain. Knowing me, I was going to be left in pain if the relationship ended NOT in my terms. If it was going to be in my terms, I could stomach that and move on with my life like there was nothing happening. Nevertheless, with Angela there were kids involved and that drove me to thinking of mending things with her no matter the cost.
Stage 2
The new introduction of Lynn into the story really got me thinking a lot. Changing where I lived and deciding to move my family from their known location to somewhere else. Moving three floors up so that it would not be an easy access to our home. Installing cameras facing in every direction with hopes of catching the stalker. Lynn! I breathed heavily as I thought about her. This had to come to an end. I wanted my life back. I just could not carry on like this any longer.
However, I soon discovered something that was really shocking to me. I found out that Lynn was a good friend of one of my best friends’ girlfriends’ friend, but outside my circle of friends. I didn’t know what to make of this, so I probed those further, asking questions of her whereabouts. Why didn’t anyone alert me of this till now, is it possible this friend could be relaying information about me? Now my mind is once again triggered, racing, in search for answers. There was no question that my friend had no clue Lynn was a friend of his girlfriend’s best friend. Truthfully, if Lynn walked by him today he probably wouldn’t recognize her.
So, eventually, I found out through the girlfriend of James that Lynn was living in the same apartments, the same building as I was. Yes, you heard me! We shared the same gate and so forth, but I never knew about her presence. Now, the big question that kept on ringing in my mind was, “With everything she put me through, she must be insane to show no fear of being my next door neighbor.
The fact that I found out Lynn so happe
ned to be living in the same apartment complex as us really drove me crazy. I was puzzled at this moment. What are the odds of moving closer to the person that you assume is your stalker, and to be placed in the same building as them? Being harassed on the phone every night by someone I assumed was the whispering voice that lived just around the corner was something that had me scrambling to maintain full control of my emotions. But the worst part was that even with all these meaningful theories building in my mind, there was no way I was just going to get up and accuse her without evidence. So in other words, I was still stuck between a hard place and a rock concerning the stalker.
To be honest, I was left so confused about all this new information. I wanted to believe with all my heart that it was not her, but how could she not be? I was convinced it was her, it had to be her! I could not wait to face her and ask some difficult questions. I wanted to know why she was doing this to me. But then, I was held back because, as much as I was angry, I needed to lay my hands on concrete evidence first before going on an offensive against her.
However, on this day entering my newly secured apartment, Angela was explaining the arrival of new letters to me, she noticed our daughter slapping at the patio window because something had gotten her attention. She approached, moving the blinds apart to see what has gotten our daughters attention. It was then, when she noticed the 3rd tennis ball finding its way onto our patio. Sliding the patio door open, only to receive letters attached by rubber bands to each tennis ball.
Listening to Angela trying to explain this to me in first thought was, bullshit! So you’re telling me someone was accurate enough to throw tennis balls three floors up, landing perfectly onto our patio? What is a man in my position supposed to believe? Of course I wanted to believe her with all my heart, but it was episodes like this that made it very difficult not to question her. To top it off, after checking the camera footage, no human form was present. Regardless, of the fact I had a very difficult time believing Angela’s story, I hung on to the hope of the possibility that the stalkers were capable.
Even though I questioned her, I chose to trust her because I thought it was just the paranoia playing in my head. You reckon that the same paranoia had me suspecting my friends of being behind this, yet they were the ones that were always by my side as I went through this ugly period of my life. So I chose to stick to Angela and gave her my trust.
At this point, we needed help really fast, but like people in shock, we never thought of getting someone to help us or alert the authorities because the evidence was plenty – from the letters being placed on our door for Angela to find, to the calls that were being made to me. We soon realized we were dealing with people that went to extreme measures to make our lives a living hell. So, I decided to go report to the police, but there was a problem. It’s not so easy requesting a restraining order with no name to give.
There was nothing the police could do using such evidence. When this fell through, I decided to take the law into my own hands by purchasing a gun to ensure safety for my family. Trying to stay focused at work with a twisted mind, only to be alarmed by a recurring phone call as predicted. What now, unable to hide my frustration as the sound of laughter and whispers enter my ear. Minutes later, I heard a familiar chiming in the background, I felt my stomach turn as my phone went to complete silence followed by a dial tone.
Dialing Angela to confront her as the stalker, “So all this time it was you?” I shouted with much conviction. But Angela acted confused, as if she was coming out of a deep sleep and had no idea about me being called by anyone. I wasn’t convinced at all. So I lashed out as she could hear the frustration being pushed onto her about hearing our home clock in the background when the stalker called. Still, denying she had nothing to do with the phone call I had received. Therefore, I could only assume that Angela was being truthful.
A week later, Angela found out that a friend of hers had the exact same clock in her home and brought this to my attention. But even if she did, I acted as if she was the one that was trying to cover her tracks. There was no need trying to convince me that a friend had an identical clock in her home where I have never been, that chimed in the background causing her to silence her phone followed by ending the call.
I was enraged, and I tried by all means to fix things for the sake of our kids. Now with a gun, I left work one day feeling like a stone cold killer, because of threats of harming my children. And my suspicions had been lifted off Angela and back to Lynn. Now I wanted to finish her off, including her accomplices if they lived with her. So soon after coming home, I went straight to the closet and got hold of my gun. Angela tried to stop me to no avail, and the next thing is I found myself banging on Lynn’s door.
Breathing heavy as tears flowed down my face. Continuously banging on her door as my anxiety played a major role causing me to take a seat on some nearby steps. Suddenly glancing up to the sound of Angela’s voice screaming no! Noticing in her arms are my two precious daughters relieving me of my rage. I hit my head with the bottom of my handgun as I cried out loud and returned to my apartment. She could live for another day, but the message had been sent, so I thought!
I decided it was time to make a change, so I moved my family away from the city I once loved. Welcoming us into their home my parents were a great sight to see, hours away in Greenleaf, TX. Finally, I was able to breathe in life miles away from a nightmare that almost ruined my family. Nonetheless, the nightmare was far from over. Strange events followed him into his parents’ home. Frustrations of not being able to escape the stalker, eventually led to the stalker getting what she wanted as Angela and I went our separate ways.
I chose the single life rather than stepping up in being the man that Angela wanted me to be. I was at a breaking point in my life that I didn’t know who to trust anymore. More so, because I believed deep down in my heart that Angela was the one responsible. I wouldn’t allow myself to get past the fact, why I was never contacted by the stalker while she was around? Why did she have to disguise her voice with a soft whisper? I couldn’t get past the fact, why did Angela only receive letters when I wasn’t around? At this moment, I was ready to lose it all and go back to being alone.
Nevertheless, I still felt like I was the one behaving like a fool when I was supposed to be doing right by my family. It was difficult for Angela to finally take her belongings and leave me. When she and the kids left, a part of me left with them, I felt lonely. I felt like I needed something to hold me together and what she and I were experiencing wasn’t it. It was only pushing me further away.
A few days after she was gone, I started to miss her and the kids. I realized that I was having a difficult time when it comes to moving on. When she was around, I always thought that it was so easy to replace her whenever we separated, but I was very wrong to think like that. In these moments, I still felt the presence of the stalker still existed. These feelings were soon to be elevated to something real when the calls started all over again. I was very worried when they started because I was like, this is now going to be my whole life. I will be living life having to watch over my shoulders. I questioned the stalkers why they would still call me when they got what they wanted because Angela and I have separated.
As I asked, they would laugh and say they know that she’s gone, but now it was time for them to mess with my head. Indeed, they were messing with my head in ways I couldn’t even start to imagine. I was sacred for things like my job and so forth. I then realized this person was not only out to mess with my head, but to actually destroy my life completely. These are the kinds of things to expect from a very bitter ex-girlfriend alone - My thoughts went back to Lynn. By now, I was very confused because I had thought if I had given the stalker exactly what she wanted, why is she still contacting me?
Months of loneliness on top of missing my kids, I picked up my phone to call Angela. Some may question why I would reach out to Angela in working things out when I believed her to be my stalker. But, when
you love something so desperately you will find a way to make things right. Angela and I slowly started to work on our relationship after that day. When she came back home, we were doing this ‘for the sake of our children.’ For sure, we believed that was the biggest reason for now and everything else was going to be worked on with time. Reuniting our family was the greatest feeling for the both of us. Right now, I was a humbled man. The stalking had really put me in a place where I was shown that, after all, I wasn’t that guy I wanted to portray out there.
Knowing everything Angela had gone through, I was content on showing her that she was highly appreciated. Like I said, the trust between us was severely damaged and needed some real work if it was ever to get mended. As such, Angela would not let me in. She was constantly reminding me if I was sure she was what I wanted, and that alone became a frustration. I hated it when someone kept on asking me the same question over and over again! Therefore, as time went on, I became distant once again, and Angela noticed the change. As that happened, she also took a dramatic change in how she handled herself in our home. One night, I was alarmed in my sleep, hearing voices as Angela paced around our home.
With everything that took place in our relationship, it was very possible my mind was starting to play tricks on me. Sometimes I couldn’t sleep, fearing that one day Angela would appear with a knife and stab me to death because of all the pain I had put her through. But I wasn’t ready to die so I spent some of my nights half asleep, just watching her. I struggled to understand how she accepted my actions – at least to the point of not leaving me forever. I know, I could have been just acting out of fear, but for me, that was necessary fear, I had to experience it and tread with caution even in my own home.