I never asked for this. What would you do?
This is anonymous for a reason.
Imagine reading about it online?
Imagine logging onto Facebook one day while in the school tuckshop line to put in your child’s lunch order, reading this and knowing.
Imagine finding out it was your husband?
I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I wonder if by not telling…the hurt will come later and be worse.
I am a suburban mum with school-aged kids and a part time job in a local business.
I’m a divorcee, so perhaps a little more wounded than others.
My life is similar to yours, a hurried mix of school drops offs and commutes to work, of frantic ferrying children to ballet and swimming, football and guitar lessons. I race for a take away coffee in the morning and I collapse into bed at night.
Except there is one big difference.
I have a stalker.
He isn’t always there, but he is around enough for me to feel his presence. He bombards me with text messages and knocks on my door. He follows me in the street trying to catch my eye to talk to me and places flowers on my letterbox.
He tried to press up against me in the car park after he trains the twin’s football team.
I can’t seem to shake him, no matter how many times I have told him I have no interest, to leave me be, to go home.