The Stalker Has Left The Building

Today is a happy day for me. My friend turned ex-friend turned stalker is leaving the Memphis area and I no longer have to screen all calls and keep a low profile within the city limits any more. Yes, the 'missing entry' is now back on the blog and this time, for good. No changes... just plain honest truth.

Of course, K came and stirred up more unnecessary crappy emotions within me. Anger. Disbelief. Loss for words. Okay, not so much speechless but disbelieve and certainly incredible annoyance.

On the last Friday of September, I got a brief email from J warning me of an out-of-the-blues visit from the ex-friend. I laughed aloud when I read that email. I dashed upstairs and e-chatted with the husband via skype (of course I couldn't use voice chat since you all know how loud I am lol) and explained the situation here and delayed picking him up from school. The more we typed, the more angry I got at K for messing up our schedule. Why was this person coming to my door, first without even a courtesy call and secondly, why was she coming at all when I had made it clear that she is history to me? Yes, my exact words were, 'I no longer have time for you and I have moved on'.

So in the midst of the e-chat, the doorbell rang... I stayed very still - my fingers typed slower, my body frozen to a stiff and my legs crossed uncomfortably on my chair. No I was not going to give the person outside a single clue that there was actually somebody at home. ...two endless chimes of the blasting door bell and 20 minutes later, I heaved a sigh of relief. The phone rang and she left a message. It was inaudible since I was still upstairs but I could make out her still-familiar voice. I ignored it and decided to stay inconspicuous and sat in front of the computer for a little longer. So still no movement other than my happy fingers typing away - my feet still not touching the carpet; they did not touch anything except for the faux leather on my chair for a good whole 45 mins I swear. No way was my feet going to rest on the carpet only for the wood under it to creak and then to shake the entire house. I was not having that - I was not 100% who was more insane yet. Me or K lol. After awhile, I figured the coast was clear and I dashed out to pick the husband up from work. Of course, there was a message on the cellphone as well. Blah blah blah. I can't remember what she said but she mentioned a gift at the front door. A gift?

The husband and I found this at our front door. What do you say when someone has made your front door look like you should have carved out R.I.P on a headstone and attached it to the house? We laughed a little, ran to grab the camera and proceeded to rather cruelly, do this to my 'gift'. No, of course I didn't appreciate it. Why should I? She knows/knew my style and these were not it. Anywayz, with the flowers came an almost five page letter. I thought of scanning it but though against it. Why give another loser the chance to plagerise and make someone else have to read it. I don't want to have to put you guys through it either. All I can say is, does this person have any pride and integrity left?! I mean, c'mon!! This bitch (me) has told you off and you're still pleading for her friendship? Apologizing for something you have no idea why she (I) is so mad about... begging for forgiveness for whatever you've done and simply wanting the friendship back on her (my) terms?!? That's crazy! Nobody does deals like that?!

I read the neverending letter aloud and by the time I got to the three or four choices she gave me on how I could patch back the friendship with her, I'd just about had enough of her nonsense. How can one person be so bossy and insensitive without even realizing it? Ok, my bad, I know she knows she's bossy. She just still believes it's an endearing side of her. Oh well...

Needless to say, I took none of her few options. Yes, I have moved on. So I do feel sorry for her sometimes... but it's not for me to fix her nor her life.