Friends and followers Please read..
The events of this morning prompted this post.
This might help to clarify some things about me.
Lots of you ask for my other socials. My phone number. Or to chat on things like WhatsApp and telegram.
Almost 5 years ago. I was still reeling from the death of my husband. I made a friend. A male friend on facebook. He was still sad from the loss of his wife. We met in a support group for grieving spouses. He lived 600 miles away. He was very supportive and helpful and friendly. He eventually expressed his affection for me, but I told him that I was nowhere near ready to date and the death of my husband would take a long time for me to get over. He said he was cool with that. We became really good friends and I allowed him to add me on Snapchat.
At one point, I posted a picture to my snap in front of a restaurant in the town I lived in. He found out where that restaurant was, and what town I lived in. And then did snooping to find out my home address.
He showed up at my front door. With flowers and expected to sweep me off my feet. He professed his undying love for me, and asked to marry me. Mind you my husband had only been passed for like five months at this point.
I flipped out, like bad. I was so angry that he violated my trust. I was scared and feared for my daughter. I told him to leave before I called the cops.
15 minutes later my phone rings. My cell phone. I don't know how he got the number but he called and told me that he was going to do unspeakable things to myself AND my daughter.
Immediately i called the police. Gave them his info, name etc. they tracked him down and he was arrested and in the end, ONLY given two years probation. As he left the courthouse, he smiled at me and tapped on his watch as if to say... "You just wait... It's coming".
Every year I renew the restraining order on him.
I have changed my phone number. I had to quickly stage and sell the home where I was happy, and wanted to live with the memories of my deceased husband. I was forced to move back home with my parents until I found and moved to a new home. I had to uproot my daughter. It was terrible.
But every day I fear he is going to find me. And my daughter. I look over my shoulder ALL day EVERY day.
So for all of you that wonder why I won't share my socials, my pics, or my phone number, or give certain details about where I live...
This is why.
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