I Shouldn't Laugh
The guy who stalked me and made me change colleges, delaying the completion of my Bachelor's is in prison in another state. A non-neighboring one - a really boring one. We're talking worse than Wisconsin. There is justice in the world sometimes.
After sixteen years of marriage, his wife divorced him because she said he had become abusive. *Bites tongue*
He violated two restraining orders, and told his kids that he was the "Antichrist." Trust me - he's too boring to be the Antichrist. Abusive bullies are usually great snorefests. I think the unspoken reason for bullying, which never appears on any of these "How to Deal with Difficult People" websites, is that the target is invariably more interesting, and often more attractive, and definitely more popular, than the bully.
Then he left weird voice messages (hasn't learned a damn thing since me!) and wrote her and her children a creepy postcard, started speaking in tongues (again), and told his ex-wife that God was on his side (of course) and that she was under evil influences (of course!) and needed to remarry him. During visitation he would just waltz into their house and start taking things, and trying to prevent his wife and kids from leaving (again, hasn't learned a damn thing).
He appealed his conviction on some idiotic basis that the postcard and the voice mails were not evidence, and his conviction was affirmed. Oh, and there's no evidence that the "combination of sounds that he was making" constituted "speaking in tongues," just another language besides English or Hebrew (this after he bragged that he was speaking Hebrew), and anyway, speaking in tongues is "normal behavior in some religions." But I thought you weren't speaking in tongues, man. So, which is it? Jesus is watching you tell a lie, HAHAHAHA! Mr. Tower of Babel is now sitting in the slammer with a roommate (nudge, nudge, wink, winkie!) 22 hours out of every day. He gets let out for exercise and a movie. I wonder if they will show Paris, Texas. (He liked that movie.)
I can't believe that it took sixteen years for this to happen. This asshole was stalking me even after he was married to her! (His mother, a total Jesus-head, who thinks that the Jewish people should be angry at their parents for raising them in the "wrong" religion, told me at the time that it was impossible for him to be stalking me, as he was married! Marriage fixes everything! What a clueless twit, making excuses for him, which is part of the problem.)
After that, he had a friend call and try to dig up information on me, and admitted it later. Even after I moved out of my apartment and had an unlisted phone number, he was calling my former roommate and hanging up. She raked him over the coals for it (thanks, Alice!) and he ran away like the coward he is. Yeah, have your friends and your brother call me now, Mr. Christian! (His brother is a piece of work, too.)
It's too bad I learned about this now; I could have given the prosecutor some interesting information about the criminal confinement and the speaking in tongues routine. Oh well, it's all over now. This man told me that I was a "princess" (yeah, princesses always help pay for their college by cocktail waitressing 50-60 hours a week during the summer and Spring Breaks, because princesses love being verbally abused and grabbed by drunk princes). He said that I would fail at writing and "never live" because I rejected him, and would never amount to anything. Yes, I'm a total loser. (But I thought I was a "princess"? Am I a princess loser?)
This from somebody living on government handouts at that point. It's okay to accept "socialism" when you're such a wonderful Christian, I guess. Actually, I should thank him for saying that - I got a good laugh out of it! (When I knew him, he wanted to be an artist. He was also punk and wore makeup. However, eventually he did more drinking than drawing. That's when the glossolalia started flowing like wine.)
The prison system that he's in has a system to notify victims and other interested parties about any change in the prisoner's status. You bet that I signed up! Hot diggity dog. Times sure have changed since when I could not get a restraining order against him.
Enjoy your cage, Antichrist. Nobody deserves it more than you! Hi from Paris.
P.S. My other harasser is also in prison, for assaulting his girlfriend. Again.