by Alicia Gonzalez

Created on: May 06, 2009   Last Updated: May 11, 2009

I have had a stalker. I have actually had two. Haven't we all? I know the answer to this. We can't all be so lucky. Life isn't the way it was many years ago. It seems that the world becomes a crazier place each time a year or two passes. The population of insane people is quite large. I don't have any statistics on this. This is just my own opinion and personal belief. Perhaps it is because the sane people stay away from me and the nutty ones are oddly attracted to me. I don't get it. People tell me that I have all my wits. Sure, I have a wild streak and sometime act a little crazy, but it isn't like I have a sign on my forehead inviting all crazy people to become attached to me. I have checked. Nothing is there.

Handling a stalker can be simple. My first stalker was an ex neighbor. We were both in high school but grades apart. He had a crush on me, but I didn't like him more than a friend. I did see red flags while still living next to him. He would get mad if I even talked to another male neighbor. It angered me. He had no right to tell me who to talk to. My family and I moved across town, but I continued to go to the same high school. He would follow me around school but would never say anything. He would literally walk so close behind me that I could hear him breath. He even slipped a note in my locker once. He would also wait for me to get on the bus. He walked home but would wait until my bus left before he would start walking. I thought it was sweet that he liked me so much, but I also thought it was creepy that he was stalking me! Even though his actions were creepy, I never felt threatened. Ignoring him did the trick. He eventually got the hint and stopped stalking me.

Handling a stalker can also be complicated. I dated a guy for a year and a half. We loved each other, but we had too many problems, and I knew the damage was done. I just couldn't be with him anymore. We were living together so this complicated the break up. He was a sweet and caring guy, but towards the end of the relationship, he began to become violent. He would throw shoes at the door and once even broke the door frame while trying to get in. I told him I was moving, but I don't think he took me seriously.

Once I started moving things out, it hit him hard. He begged me to stay and demanded to know where I was moving to. He went up and down streets and drove past all my family members homes until he found me. He would call every five minutes, sometimes even more. I told him to

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