Dear stalkers 7
Why do I get stalkers? I am that interesting weird unusual or do I have a post-it note stuck on me that says “stalk me”? I’ve been stalked before, more than once. This time I think it’s over. You see I have routines as a Mum, I can’t just not take Jen to primary school because of that man watching me. My house, despite being in a city, backs on to fields and a lovely view. Great, unless you’ve got an unwanted friend. Let me give him a fake name. Carl. Each morning Carl is there, waiting, standing by a gateway between 2 fields, looking directly towards my home, waiting, checking his watch. I run at my car, avoiding eye contact, and lock the car doors when my hounds and little lad are in the car. I want to walk, I didn’t feel safe walking, knowing I’m being watched. Since […]