My Passive Aggressive Stalker

About eight years ago I met Jess and we started dating. This was my first ever experience with a woman, and quite frankly, my last as she is a seriously disturbed dangerous passive aggressive. After reading this story, and quite rightfully so, some of you might think I’m mentally challenged for repeatedly letting her back into my life…

I don’t remember everything in its proper sequence, however that’s not what’s truly important here…so…the first year, things went fairly smoothly. After that, her true colors started to show. We started fighting constantly and we’re always breaking up then getting backing together. Everytime we would fight, she would harass my friends and my parents. She would play the victim and they in turn, .would get mad at me and tell me to treat her better. She’s a master manipulator and always got everyone on her side. We would make up and everything would be OK for a while, then the fighting would start again. She was controlling and jealous of my friends and I couldn’t even make a call or email a friend without her making it a major issue. I would defend myself and explain and try to reason with her, but passive aggresives have absolutely no reasoning skills. Seriously, none whatsoever. That was another of my major mistakes in dealing with her all these years…I used reason in trying to get her to understand. A colossal waste of time. after this major fight about me actually having my own friends, we broke up. One night, right after I put my son to bed, there’s a knock on my door and me, thinking it was my neighbour and not checking the peephole, opened right up. It was a girl that both Jess and I knew from school. She asked me for cigarettes but I felt in my gut that something wasn’t right and I didn’t want to turn my back on her. She would not go away and kept insisting for smokes….I kept telling her I had none..I got fed up after a while of this and tried to close the door. That’s when she attacked me. I was so scared I actually shit my pants..seriously. Thankfully, my neighbour had a dog so my neighbour came out into the hall with the dog going crazy and the girl ran. I was shaking badly and obviously excused myself to clean up. Then we called the cops and I gave a description and filed a report. The next day, a detective came to my house and showed me mug shots as I couldn’t remember the girl’s name. Well I spotted her into the third mug shot as she was very known to police. Shortly afterwards, she got arrested. She told the police that Jess had paid her $1500 to quote, “put Vanessa in the hospital”. The cops did nothing to Jess. Meanwhile, I suffered multiple contusions to the head. I lived in fear for months. I was scared to leave my home due to this. A few months go by and Jess calls me crying like crazy with some sob story, and because I’m always trying to see the good in people, I let her back in my life. Soon afterwards, the same shit started happening, the fighting over her major jealousy. One day, I have my son in my arms, and she’s in my doorway and won’t leave when all of a sudden, she pushes me to the ground and both myself and my son fall to the floor. We we’re both ok, thankfully. This time, there was a witness, the janitor of my building, and the cops forced me to press charges. So I did and the courts soon after placed a restraining order against her for a year. This is when the stalking and harassment started. She was relentless. She would call constantly, email constantly and follow me everywhere. No matter where I went, there she magically was. I called the cops everytime and she got away with it everytime as her friends and family always lied for her and alibied her. Being harassed and stalked extensively for years destroys you’re life. I never felt safe, not even in my own home. This went on non stop for about a year. Again, she calls me in tears with a sob story begging me to give her another chance and as you’ve probably already guessed, I let her back in my life. The same shit starts happening again and she befriended five of my so called friends and got them to turn against me. She tried the same with my parents but obviously, I’m their daughter so although they didn’t turn on me, they felt sorry for her and communicated in secret behind my back with her to offer her support. Meanwhile, she would trash both of them and tell me how she hated them. We break up soon after all this. What does she do? She puts sugar in my gas tank. I had just gone few blocks when the sugar must’ve gotten to the engine when my car stopped dead in the road and I caused a three car pile up. No one was hurt but how disturbed does someone have to be to endanger another like that? I filed a report and nothing happened as usual. There was no proof they said. I told them to do their fucking jobs and fingerprint all around the tank. They laughed at me and told me to stop watching crime shows! Right after all this, she starts with the stalking again. and my god is she relentless. She’s obviously obsessed with me to the point of sheer insanity. She drove me so crazy, I gave in yet again and of course, right on schedule, the fighting over the same shit starts and we again part ways. Soon after I’m being investigated by social assistance. Jess called them and reported all kinds of false info about me. An investigator actually came to my house to see if I lived alone or was hiding people and not declaring them. She interviewed my neighbours. She made me provide all my financials. Well, thankfully, in the end nothing came of this as the investigator found Jess’s criminal record and saw the assaults, the stalking, the harassment etc. And realized this person is a complete lunatic. Eight years later, and I still can’t get rid of the crazy bitch. She’s in another province right now but every once in a while she comes back and sure as day becomes night, she magically shows up wherever I go. I’m not a malicious person by any means, but if she comes near me again in the future, I might just viciously attack like an animal and hopefully I don’t kill her in my rage. I don’t know what it is about me but I attract the severley disturbed. I have another story about a sociopathic therapist I’ve known for about fourteen years now…and we’ve become friends! And no, I’m not making any of this up..passive aggressive, narcissist, sociopath, paranoid pd, dependant pd, you name it, I’ve come across them.