Obsession

When I started this blogsite, I so wanted it to be free from the drama that plagues my other blogs. I swore this blog would be free from my psycho stalker that has followed me from blogsite to blogsite. I didn't want to include stories about her because her interaction was only with me, her obsession with me and my ex, and this blog was about Malcolm and me, about US and our life together. But things have changed, and she isn't just MY stalker, she's OUR stalker. Her obsession has now grown to include a creepy obsession with all things Malcolm.

She worked her ass off to find this blogsite. I know she had to because this site isn't readily listed anywhere in my other profiles. So she put some effort into searching and searching and searching to find this blog. I see when she reads it, quite regularly, always looking for God only knows what. On the surface she'll say she's looking for evidence that I'm blogging about HER. But since I hadn't for the last couple of months, and she still persists in being a loyal reader then obviously she just likes what I write. I'm ok with her wanting to live vicariously through me. I know my life rocks right now, and that many people would love to be me. I've personally never had this level of fulfillment in my life. But she's always there, like a mosquito near your ear that is so incredibly annoying even though the rest of your life is like the perfect evening. I have to confess that it bothered me when I saw her searching for Malcolm online, and trying to find him. I know she'd like to think she could seduce him away from me. I also know I have nothing to worry about simply because Malcolm is secure and sane. He's SEEN her live and up close, and wasn't impressed in the least. Her attitude and behavior were enough to make him laugh and put his hand up and say "Please, whatever." He readily says that she has absolutely nothing to offer him that he wants, that he'd have to be the horniest, least pickiest guy on the planet to even want the only thing she was offering....pussy. To which he laughed, "I'm not anywhere near desperate, not that she could fulfill me anyways. She would run away from me screaming." I did tell him that she was frantically searching for him online, and emailed him the reports I get from my trackers. He wasn't disturbed though, he thought it was funny. Pathetic, but funny. I relaxed marginally then. She simply wants what I have, no matter what it is. I supposed that is flattering, in some weird, creepy way.

She loves to look at Malcolm's pictures. I have pics of us posted on a couple of sites, swinger and yahoo group. She visits them frequently, looking at how beautiful he is. His lush ass, his ripped chest, his gorgeous thick cock. I wonder if she sees those pictures in her mind when she's fucking my ex, who is still my very good friend. I wonder if she realizes yet that even though how she acted was spiteful, evil, and petty, that I got the better deal when she broke up my relationship. I left my ex. Yes, I left him, not the other way around. He'd begged for more chances, I gave him as many or more than he should have gotten, then I left. And when I left him, my life started over for the better. My relationship with my ex is better than it ever has been because I no longer fret over his infidelities. He can do whatever he likes, it doesn't hurt me. Mostly he makes me laugh with his antics. He knows this, we laugh together. The stalker doesn't like that. In her perfect world, he's not allowed any communication with me. She's very threatened by me. Why? Because I have the mirror. And for her to look in a mirror would be like Medusa seeing her own reflection. She would be turned to stone. Some ugliness goes core deep and can't be covered by fancy makeup or hair dyes. It's an ugliness that initially destroys the viewer, paralyzing them with the truth of their own behavior. The lies, the deceit, the contempt, the inability to take even a fraction of responsibility for their actions. The belief that it's everyone elses fault, and they are the perfect perpetual victim. The need for every fraction of their existence to be entirely about THEM, what Malcolm has termed an Attention Whore.

She'll think I've had conversations with my ex about these things. On the contrary, her behavior speaks for itself. In fact, her need to pursue Malcolm reeks of Attention Whore. Why? Because my blogs don't talk about her anymore. In truth, aside from the constant irritation of her needing to know what I'm doing, even though she claims to hate me, my life doesn't really have room for her. I'm blissfully celebrating every day I get with the man of my dreams. He keeps me hopping, and fills my days with love and laughter. I have a business I'm running, and a beautiful child I'm raising. So I've been remiss in giving her the attention she so desperately craves, if not in person, then at least in writing. How sad that any human being can have so little self worth as to need the validation of ANY attention they can scrape up, good or bad.

So, Medusa...LOL, I think that will be my new name for her. No more Psycho Stalker Bitch, just Medusa. So Medusa, here is your 10 minutes of attention. You are validated. I wrote about you, and you have an excuse to keep coming back to check and see if I'm maligning you in the future. You have an excuse to abuse your man for being my friend. You have an excuse to feel victimized. Yep yep, I've provided for all your needs tonight, except I haven't made you horny with tales of how good Malcolm is sexually. But there are plenty of stories here for you if you need to get off on that. Have a look at his luscious ass and his tight ripped bod while you finger yourself to orgasm. Be careful how you look for him though, catching a tiger by the tail can often result in losing an arm, or having your face chewed off. LOLOL