For some time after my stalkers found my blog, I kept seeing them around town, even at church. Then for a long time, the only place I saw them was a digital record here in my website stat trackers. Lately, however, my husband keeps seeing them around town, first Tracy at the store, then Richard at a local soccer field, which happened on June 1, I believe.
I noted a few things: It used to be me seeing them, but now it’s him. He hates seeing them around town. He wishes they’d go away. Seeing Richard as he drove to the store became, for him, one of two reasons that particular drive upset him. (A raging driver at the store was another reason.)
Then tonight, as he told me about some totally unrelated subject, having to do with a discussion online about ret-conning fiction and history being an established fact you can’t change, he said,
“For example, it’s an established fact that the [last name of Richard and Tracy]’s stayed here for a month.”
“A month and a HALF,” I said with a groan. He spoke of it as something that he really wishes we could change, but it was an unfortunate established fact.
This tells me I’m not alone. This tells me that even though he wasn’t the one they bullied and abused, he still feels the same way I do about them. There is comfort in that, because here is someone who understands. Heck, once-mutual-friend Todd, whom they also bullied and smeared, feels the same way I do about them.
It feels like I can shoulder my burden with two other people, which makes it a bit lighter to carry.