25. I got my martial-arts expert dad to pay him a visit.
“I finally had to sic my dad on someone. Ordinarily I never would because the man has multiple black belts in martial arts, competitively did martial arts and was crazy. I’d much rather go to the police than dad but it didn’t work.
Started out as a friend of my boyfriend being introduced to me. He wasn’t really my friend but was always around. He was never anything but polite but would constantly reference how lucky my boyfriend was.
Fast-forward to our breakup. Suddenly this guy was everywhere I went. Due to the breakup we weren’t even in the same circle. The grocery store, the park, everywhere. Small town so I didn’t really consider him stalkerish, especially as he was always so polite. He asked me out once, I said no and he remained polite.
Continued to follow me around. Made friends with all my friends. Showed up anywhere he heard I’d be. He was older (I was 18, he was 24) so everyone always had him buy alcohol. No one complained about him. He was polite, really only spoke to me.
It started to make me uncomfortable but I didn’t feel afraid. I was pretty sure I could kick his ass if it ever came to it (I’m my father’s daughter). So one night my two friends were complaining they’d bought four tickets to a concert and the other couple backed out. I said I’d go and my stalker said he’d go. Oops. Oh well, I didn’t want to be rude.
Night of the concert he never showed. It was a relief, honestly. We had fun and I didn’t really think about it much. A couple days later I get a collect call from my county jail. It was this guy apologizing over and over for standing me up ‘for our first date.’ He got arrested for possession. I assured him I wasn’t upset and that it wasn’t a date anyway.
I got a couple more collect calls but I just declined them. That’s when the letters started. Two or three A DAY! Some were begging forgiveness. Some were explicit sexual fantasies. Some were him writing like we were a couple, talking about our future kids and stuff. I took one more call to tell him to stop. They kept coming. In his head I was mad about him being in jail keeping us apart. That’s why I didn’t write back or take his calls.
He wrote to all my friends telling them we were in love and asking them to get me to talk to him. When they told him to stop, he decided they were against him and trying to keep us apart. They were lying about him and confusing me.
I called the jail and told them so they restricted my number and didn’t post letters to me from him. It was quiet for about a week. Then letters in his handwriting started to appear in my car and mailbox (but not posted). The letters were telling me he got locked up in psych for trying to kill himself and how I was an evil bitch for doing this to him. Then the next would be begging forgiveness. Then more sex fantasy stuff but now it all featured him ‘punishing’ me and teaching me how to be a good girl.
I called the police. They caught someone putting the letters in my car. He’d hired some ex-con to deliver them. He’d mail to him and that guy would deliver them. The guy had photos of me he was mailing back to my stalker. That guy didn’t get charged but they revoked his parole or something.
It was quiet for another week, then it all started again. Finally I called my dad and told him the whole story and showed him a few of the letters. He turned a shade of purple and drove straight to the jail.
I have no idea what he said or did but I only got one more letter. It was a terrified apology begging me not to have him killed and he’d never contact me again.
He never did. He never contacted any of my friends.”