a more interesting person from the same site...
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The Number One Stalker in My Life
My ex-husband! I have left him three times, and each time he harasses, threatens, withholds child support, and manipulates our kids until I agree to return to him. Thanks largely in part to my big, dirty, psychotic gardening man, I have not been scared into returning this time. Just yesterday K.C. told me he is confident I will return to him because "fate always brings us together again." Fate? He calls it fate. I call it stalking, and it ain't gonna work. Not this time. He knows my sister and mother are uptight shrews, so at least he didn't attempt to date either of them. He isn't big enough to fight Ivan, so he's come up with a new, untried method: He is going to wait for Ivan to die of old age, at which time "fate" will bring us together again. He is sure of it.
"That's when it hit me. Bruce was nearly thirty and living with his mother. He was moving her in and out of rooms. I had only seen the back of her head, and then there was that voice. That voice was not his mother's voice at all--it was Bruce! Bruce was Norman Bates, and his mother was a mummified corpse!