the letter i almost sent
2006-02-27, 4:14 p.m.

-- She's netstalking me, T. She went on the messageboard I'm a member of, and posted a bunch of BS. Course, those girls are on top of things, deleted both the threads before anyone saw them, not that it was anything they didn't know already (the portions of it that were actually true). I now have witnesses to her harrassment, and she's working her way to a restraining order which would bar her from contacting me or anyone who knows me, ie, the girls at the board. Netstalking is actually a crime now, and it's across state lines which makes it a felony. I also have record of all her emails.

She's been banned from the site by IP address, another way to show what she's been doing to me. How would they have gotten her IP if she wasn't stalking me? is what the judge will hear. I'll get the order, and it'll be on her record that she's a psychotic stalker. Get her under control, I don't care how you do it. Her obsession with me is quite tiresome, I'm nowhere near as concerned with her. She can be the president of the US, or die of trichonosis for all I care. I have become completely apathetic to you both, so just leave me out of whatever it is you two call your marriage. --

I decided not to send this. I'm glad, I don't want to open back up the communication channels, it only gives him hope. I was serious about the restraining order, though. And about the netstalking. She posted on that site, and those girls jumped on her like a pack of rabid pit bulls. I'm a long standing member, and it's a close-knit group. We protect each other. They knew anyway, they'd been given ample warning when I told them about the friendfinder thing.

But, random has finally realized it. If I don't go out there and create relationship drama (ie, calling spanish guy after we'd broken up) it will come FIND me. My personal life has been nicely sans drama, too bad that's no longer the case. For now, at least. Until she gets a hobby or I get a restraining order. Those cost money though. Hrm. Maybe keeping her around and letting her ruffle my feathers from time to time will keep the deeper dramatics at bay. Sigh.