Single White Female
So. I Have a stalker at Temple.
There may be some of you who read my blog which might be saying, no duh. While this has not been new I effectively had an intervention this weekend. It was a "K, stop enabling your stalker" intervention. My friends at temple, my cousin, sat me down and were like, "This is dangerous".
Let me back up. It started when I started to help this lady recovering from cancer at temple. I picked her up from the hospital and supported her by giving little calls and listening to her. You know, nice stuff. Once she had recovered I put her on an exercise regime to help her on her road back to good health. Now, where I went wrong was actually going to her house to help her in this exercise. I figured it would be okay, she was like, 20 years my senior. Well, she started getting healthier, losing weight and stuff, of course my Messiah complex working in overdrive didn't see that her growth in self-esteem was dependant on me.
In subsequent weeks Ruth and I would do stuff with said lady. The three of us would go to Ruth's house and do stuff. We'd be occasionally joined by our boy Elias. Things were cool. I'd have her ride up with me to Lake Worth (another bad idea in hindsight) where I helped to lead the service. I didn't see a problem until others started pulling me aside and saying, hey, there's a problem. It started with Pastor Alex when he let me know about her past. That she has a history of getting... "attached" to individuals. Apparently one of my friends, of my age had a problem with her. How did he handle the situation? He didn't, he went off to college. Evidentaly Ms. Lady Ma'am shifted her attention to me.
At about this time Ruth and I started seriously talking, and the... overly attentive individual started becoming a third wheel. It was getting harder and harder for us to do stuff together alone. She'd guilt trip us about being left out or something of the sort. I realized the enormity of the problem when Ruth related on one occasion that this lady actually thought herself a viable option for me. As my mother says, she's old enough to be my mother. How does she think...?
I think the end of my being able to ignore the problem occured on the Fatal Attraction weekend. I'd been driving home from Lake Worth (by then we were driving in seperate cars on the recommendation/urging of Pastor) when I eventually passed her on the road. Lady proceeds to follow me down the road in a high speed chase along the 95 as she tried to ensure that I wasn't rushing to see Ruth before I had to leave temple. Believe me, I tried to lose this lady, she was not to be left out. Then that evening as we were leaving temple she wouldn't leave my presence until she'd gotten a goodbye hug.
I called Lady that week and told her to back off. She threw a hissy fit, hung up on me. Then called back the next day and aplogized. Little did I know she was now going to proceed with a differant tactic. Evidently her blatant obsessing couldn't be done. So now she would do so behind my back. Ruth would later tell me that Lady would do things like buying the same clothes as her. I'm talking down to the exact same blouse. During the intervention this weekend apparently this lady would even call Ruth's Sister in Law to ask what outfit Ruth would be wearing that evening to temple. Hence, when I talked to Ruth's parents about seeing their daughter, Ruth's mom was like... "What are you doing about Co..." uh, Lady? Ruth explained to her that I'd told her to back off. Now, after this weekend I realize the full import of part of why her parents were worried about me dating their daughter. They feared for their daughter's life. Behind my back Ms. Lady had moved from Fatal Attraction to Single White Female. It's a good thing I haven't had her read any of my writing. I might find my legs broken, tied to a bed and a typewriter.
Last week's post (see Thundercats vs. the forces of Mum-Ra) had been a comic piece. This weekend I was shown how serious the situation really is since it turns out that on nights when she can't fall asleep she listens to recordings of my sermons. This lady falls asleep to my voice.
If this was Jessica Alba, I think I could let this slide. Such is not the case. I thought things were getting better, but after two years Lady has only become more subtle. Ruth's sister in law let me know that on occasion she will stand outside the men's room watching for me to come out.
Some of you might be like. "K, you're exaggerating". Some of you have listened to me complain and bemoan my experiance the past two years and are like "K is not exaggerating". If anything you may feel that I'm understating the situation. Hopefully this wont descend into some sort of arena style deathmatch.
The stakes are My soul vs My freedom.
With my inablity to be mean and incessant need to be liked it's been nigh impossible to put a final stop to this. A friend from work asked why don't the other folks from Temple step in since I'm impotent to do so. I guess folks are just waiting for me to man up since it really isn't their place. Though... if I'm found lifeless in a garbage bin some place, folks shouldn't be surprised.
The intervention was necessary. I shall hopefully end this once... and for all (dun dun dun).