It’s been a while since anything’s gone on, fortunately. Part of that, of course, is because I blocked her from contacting me in most ways.
First, let me point out that she can’t shop at Lane Bryant. She’s not fat enough. I, however, am fat enough, and do shop there. Specifically, the one at South Park. She knows this, because she’s gone there with me many times when I’ve needed to find this or that.
Now. I went there a few days ago to pick up an order (and return all but one item, lol). When I got to the parking lot, I saw her car, and had a panic attack damn near start up right there. I kept telling myself it’d be fine, I just needed to get into Lane Bryant and get out. I even kept my shades on until I got to LB, so that if I spotted her in the short distance from my car, through the food court, to the store, she’d never know I spotted her.
I get to the storefront, remove my shades, and I heard her voice! I almost turned around right there, but gave myself a brief pep talk (and also received encouragement from my BFF who happened to be on the phone with me at the time) and headed straight for the counter. Unfortunately, I almost ran into her on the way… and saw… an EMPLOYEE NAME BADGE!
She has never had to lift a finger in her life because of her daddy’s money and her hubby’s money. She has no reason to EVER get a job. And if she felt the need to get out of the house, why doesn’t she open her own store like she’s done in the past? For her lingerie/toy stuff. But instead, she just happens to get a job at the store *I* shop at, that she can’t even shop at?
I expressed my anxiety to the manager, who was helping me with my order, and said I probably wouldn’t be shopping there anymore. In my anxiety, I blurted out the reason.
The, today on Twitter I see her post “I truly pitty the mentaly unstable. After being accused of stalking someone that I go to the end of the world to avoid. SAD SAD!” I love how she still can’t spell. I love even more how she CLAIMS she goes to the “end of the world” to avoid me but SHE GETS A JOB AT LB???
I try to put her out of my mind, really I do. I want to. I want to never think of her again. I don’t even follow her on Twitter, she just happens to still be on a “list” of mine. And I know I should remove her from the list… but I just can’t help myself.
Gee, now I sound like the obsessed one.
I wish I had all the evidence of her stalker tendencies. I wish I could prove that she created her 3 Twitter accounts, her Foursquare account, and an entire alternate alias just to stalk me.
There’s a party Dave and I had RSVPd to attend at the end of April, and we’ve since found out that she’s going, and I really just want to post publicly that, now that she’ll be there, we won’t be. I don’t want to see her, anywhere! I don’t want her telling everyone she sees us talking to some BS that isn’t true! She’s just the type to do that, too!
I’m so frustrated. I just want her out of my life, completely and totally. So long as she’s still a member on that site, she’s not out of my life.
I just don’t know what to do. For all I know, she really does have violent tendencies. I’m scared. And I want my life back.
And suffering from anxiety, depression, and bipolar disorder does not make someone mentally unstable. Being obsessed with and stalking someone does.
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