Someone is stalking my fiance. Calling repeatedly, not saying anything, dead silence. Dean said he’d figured out who it was. While he’s telling me this last night, she calls again. He looked at me, “What should I do?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re a grown boy. You figure it out alright? I can’t be bothered with this shit.”
Apparently, this stalker knows who I am. She reads my blog. Here’s what I have to say to her:
Dean’s been nothing but kind to you, offering his friendship when you were in a not so good place in life. Now, you call at all hours of the night. Why? To make the guy sleep-deprived? Last night, he kept muttering, “I wish I could call her friends to help her. I just don’t know their numbers.”
Please stop calling; we cannot help you. But there are people who can. Please get the help you need.