I have an extremely high maintenance stalker...if that sounds funny to you...it did to everyone else too, but it is the truth. My stalker has access to my thoughts, the texts and online accounts of my entire family, my conversations with anyone and knows what my boyfriend is thinking too. Every single day I live with the fact that I know whom is doing this, a general idea of where she is doing this from and I know that my closest friends are watching her do it to me. I know that she and her brother are homicidal because of the many failed attempts to take my life. I also know just how much she hates me because she tells me that about a hundred times a day.
My stalker needs someone to force me to think about her every minute that I am awake and when I am sleeping, her friend Christian talks about her in my sleep so I have to think about her then too. I'm not allowed to think of anything else....I know that sounds odd, but that is what it is like when you are being stalked by my stalker. She's not pretty, she's not attractive, she's nobody I want to know and if I could forget about her completely and never hear her name again, I would love it. Instead, she forces herself upon you like a rapist in broad day light. She refuses to take no for an answer and disrespects any and everyone around her.
When my father got sick, I could barely focus on what was wrong with him to help my family, instead she wanted me to focus on the relationship that she put a strain on by pretending to be one family member texting another. In the middle of all of this I have my health to consider...I've been smoking cigarettes like there is no end in sight and I don't even want to smoke any longer. The stress level is at an all time high...and I completely shut down once I am allowed to go to sleep...which is something else she doesn't want to happen. Sleep deprivation is what she relies upon to keep her victims compliant...I've slept less and more in the last few years than ever before. To get 8 hours of sleep I have to get 16 hours of rest. That may not make sense to most of you, but to some of you that is exactly what life with Laurie stalking you is like.
Make no mistake about it, I am afraid for my life. I bought a camera system for my house and spent a lot of money on it. That is not the actions of a man obsessed with a woman...it is the action of a man obsessed with keeping a woman and her brother away from him. Laurie is constantly telling people that she could "come over to my house any time she wants to"...because her brother stole a hide-a-key a long time ago. He's been there at least three times and the dog I had for Christopher to love is now dead...poisoned? I don't know, but she died mysteriously...that's the kind of crazy she is.
It is no secret that she is stalking me either...her cousins know it is true, my friends know it is true and my team knows it is true...but for some reason, they haven't been able to break through long enough to have her charged. That creates stress...unbelievable stress. You know that there is an answer, but it isn't forthcoming. You go through the "what are you waiting for's" and get to the "I can't trust you's" then you just have to protect yourself by not allowing anyone near you. It is necessary to say all of this because I would much rather be anywhere else than near her.
For the first time in my life, I'm not even watching college basketball in March...I can't concentrate long enough to watch a game or fill out a bracket. I am constantly having to take everything I own of value with me wherever I go so that I can keep it. Remember, she's already stolen everything I owned once. She stole everything Steven Frey owned too. This is a game of disrespect and ignorance of everyone that tells her to stop...she wants to disobey everyone to show all of the onlookers that she can do whatever she wants. I can't imagine what it must have been like for her to have found me in Steven Frey's home alone and knocked out. I'm lucky she didn't kill me or cut off my penis.
She acts like nothing goes her way either...but look around....she's still got all the meth she ever wanted and all the needles she could ever use...that's all she values.
She's literally telling me all the things that she would like to do to me...and to others...forgetting that I am a police informant. It's like she thinks, "no matter what, nobody will stop me", and the actions of my team and the police don't help either. They are literally giving her everything she wants...and nothing that I need. It's like having the answer I always needed and nothing to do with it.
