Day One hundred and eighty seven - Dead inside

I have to add an epilogue to this sad and disturbing story, because after all, Lady Voldemort still had an ace up her sleeves. As if all the manipulation hadn't been enough, as if all the emotional discomfort she'd brought me hadn't been enough, as if her vile and baseless accusation hadn't been enough... she could still sink lower. 

And sink lower indeed she sunk, she resorted to physical threats against me and my family. One day, while at work, I started to get both texts from a number I didn't know as well as facebook messages from her. The texts seemed to be coming from a guy who she'd introduced me to maybe a couple of months earlier who she said was her boyfriend. He was aggressive - like he wanted to hurt me for some reason. Like I'd done him great wrong personally. And I understood the feeling - you see, when I first started dating this chick, she'd told me a lot of bad stories about her ex-boyfriend, stories that I would realize later were eerily similar to my experiences with her and what she accused me of. I realized this was her pattern of behaviour, and I truly felt sad for this poor sap, because once upon a time I was him.

I mean, I didn't even know that guy she dated before me, but in the beginning, as I was being told these stories - these lies - all I wanted to do was find him and beat him to a pulp. Of course I understood the poor idiot she was manipulating - there, but for the grace of god, go I. But his texts were getting increasingly more threatening, and it was interrupting my work day. I blocked his number, but the messages kept on coming from her facebook account. And in one of those messaged, they stated that they knew where I lived, that they could get to me anytime they wanted. Believe, they went on a neverending diatribe about what I'd 'done' and how I would 'pay for it'. 

I just told them that I had prints of every single conversation we had, as well as backups of every single text message we'd exchanged. I let them know how incredibly sad and disppointed I felt, to see them stoop so low. I felt threatened, not only for myself, but for my family. I, as politely as I could, let them know that if they ever contacted me again, then I'd reporting them to the police for harrassment. I promptly blocked them both on facebbok and on my phone, and that was the end of that. Neither Lady Voldemort nor her acolytes ever bothered me again. 

This story unfolded over a year, and is quite possibly one of my true regrets - that I opened my heart, my life, my house to such a unbalanced individual. Though I wish her well, and hope that one day she can be truly happy, my life might have been exponentially easier had I chatted up the girl with the cowboy hat.