Poor Little Laurie, it must be really difficult after thirty years of following me around to know that I found out what she was doing, whom she was and how many people that this has affected...perhaps that's why she did so much to keep me from finding out. You know what is weird? You would think that this well kept secret, as she likes to think it was, would have been more protected by the one woman behind the most hideous of behavior, but as it turns out, she caused more damage to herself than anyone she blabbed about it to over the years. The one person that couldn't afford to be linked to my stalking, anchored herself to it. Now that's what I call self destruction.
It must have been just awful for Laurie watching me succeed in life while hers floundered in Palm Springs, California. Here I was, a person that she doesn't really know, doing things that she could never dream of. I think that she must have dreamt about hurting me almost every day of her life. Me, I was oblivious. I was intentionally infected with HIV and was dealing with life in the late 1980's with all of the doom and gloom that brought with it. Of course, I blamed myself...but I still couldn't understand how God could have been so cruel...now I know it was just part of some other master plan.
Every time I would overcome an obstacle, it magnified all of the failures in Laurie's sad little life. Apparently it proved far too much for her and her addiction. She even enlisted the help of her brother to try to take from me...I've heard that she actually believed, at one point, that she was going to become a part of my real family through a friendship that my sister enjoyed. This isn't really anything new for her though...she's pretended to be married to my police contact, in a relationship with another friend of mine and best friends with a girl that couldn't stand her in high school. I guess that for some people time doesn't march on...it stands in one place and hikes up her skirt...er...boxer briefs...she's so lady like.
The unfortunate casualty of all of this jealousy were the thousands of lives that have been identified as important to me and "worked upon" by Laurie and Brian trying to know every teency weency detail of my life. I don't have any idea how many people were affected by Laurie's stalking of me over the years...and this blog is an attempt to stop it. Where my boyfriend is concerned, I have to keep going to keep his life safe from her too. It is a daunting task. I want to apologize and explain to people what this was like for me...even though my role in it was HUGE and I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS ENCOMPASSING SO MANY.
One of the only ways that I can do this is through media and public exposure...so this project is ambitious in it's scope. Redemption and gratitude for the people that didn't give up on me...is how I plan to get there. Some day we will all find out all find out about Laurie's sickness, the depth, the scope and the severity...until then, know that my intentions are pure and my heart is full. The butterfly effect of Laurie's hatred shall be something that people will talk about for generations.
