Everything women do is for attention. Just accept it.
The year I turned seven I overheard my mother discussing a child abuse case she was working on with my father; the little boy wouldn’t make it from the injuries he sustained. She said he wouldn’t let go of her hand when she went to see him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not stalking you” he said from just above me, the echo of his voice ringing in my ears as I responded with equal measure “is it stalking if I enjoy it?”