A light of some kind

I started this blog because I wanted to tell my story, get it out of my system. Ten years ago, in college, I was stalked by an ex-boyfriend for a year and a half. I honestly thought him capable of killing me (which he threatened, subtly, to do) so I lived in a state of fear. I could not convince anyone on campus or in my personal life of the danger and thus I felt totally alone.

In the moment that I decided suicide was my best option, I felt the most powerful presence of God in my life. I heard "But then he wins". I found the well of strength within, that we all have but forget about sometimes. I got angry and fought back. I found new friends who understood my fear and got angry on my behalf. I continued to live a guarded life, but not so alone anymore.

I thought I would never trust a man again. After one date with Punky, I knew that I could and I would.

I still search for the ex-bf on the web, trying to figure out where he is. There was really nothing until last fall, when he spent a month helping victims of a certain natural disaster in a rather musical city (I'm being vague here to avoid web searches). This article painted him as a hero. I hope he is now a good person, who respects women (I was not his only target). (If not, I should send him my tuition bill.) Recently, I found his blog. I realize that I should not go there, as he will eventually track me down.

I should also think about closing down my site. This is mildly dangerous stuff, exposing myself here. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't do anything, but you never know. Since I am a wild and crazy woman, I'm going to continue writing, especially about things I'm not supposed to talk about. Maybe someday he'll find me. I'll have my tuition bill ready for him...