I am Jack’s… complete lack of surprise

I worked at the Smoke Shop today until we closed, this is a regular day for me however today when I was done and waiting outside with doors locked I seen the very familiar black jeep with partial Wisconsin plate KWT and the passenger rear window still duct taped. Then I seen him drive right in front of me and over to the liquor store. He never went to Steins before…just Walmart and Trig’s. He’s a creature of habit. He knew when I’d get off work, he’s not stupid and this is only the beginning of his bullshit intimidation tactics. Yes restraining order guess what? We can be in a public place at same time but he has to not interact, not follow or approach. Still think I’m crazy? Don’t, this is beginning. He’s sneaky, he will try anything he can you just watch. I am not paranoid. And the police need to be mindful of the psychopath. He is dangerous. He hates me. I hate to infinity and beyond his demon spawned ass. So who is going to keep me safe? Still think I should live alone. No way. He murdered brutally murdered Dexter, cleaned him and left him for me to find. And lied and made me seem like I was crazy. I have Ptsd, pretty sure of that and IBS from this shit. I am fucking frightened of his ass. OK people, fucking listen. He could kill me.

Other than that I had a good day, busy day and was getting to know my friends from my groups. They think he’s doing it to intimidate me. It’s intentional. This was no mistake. Do not take this with a grain of salt. I fucking feel it. I believe he will try.

Chicken soup for soul

Step mom made soup and it’s amazing how good it tastes when you need comfort. I needed comfort. Thank you Liz for the advice, thank you Joe for helping calm me, thanks Sue for soup, thanks Dad for going back so I could check the lock, thanks Krystal for our talk, thanks Nikki for our talk and thank you my constant or occasional reader.