iObject to great levels.
Ken is scaring me. I don't think I've ever been more scared of a single person in my entire life. I've been angry at people that would normally scare you, like the people who walk out in front of your car talking to themselves. I normally do get angry at people but just blow it off and keep walking. I try not to be around people that genuinely scare me, but for once in my life, I am genuinely terrified. Let me start from somewhere near the beginning.
I live with Paul. Ken, Paul's friend, moves in with us, which I'm fine with. Ken was cool and I had a lot in common regarding wearing interesting clothes and liking pirates and stuff. Hans moves in. Eventually Hans, Ken and I decide to all get a place together and everything sounds good. All goes well for a while...
Time passes, and Ken starts flirting with me. "That's okay," I say to myself. "I'm the only girl in a house full of three other guys. Paul flirts with me too in that friendly manner that he knows he and I wouldn't work out in a relationship but Paul and I almost act like boyfriend and girlfriend every now and again anyway. And I've been acting like this with Hans for years!" ... Friendly flirting turned into genuine flirting...
"Right... well, I'll just keep mentioning I like girls more than guys, which is true, and maybe he'll knock it off."
Genuine flirting turns into uncomfortable affection.
"Did his knuckles just brush against my ass 'by accident' AGAIN!? Ken, quit touching my hair. At first I let you brush my hair because I needed it brushed in a hurry while I took care of my teeth and make-up. You are nothing like Paul and Hans apparently... I better tell him right out to stop touching me so much."
And I did.
Uncomfortable affection turns into mock relationship like desires...
"Ken texted me again... What's this? 'I miss you'? 'Good night Love you, Megan'? I'm scared now..."
And then mock relationship desires turns into creepy stalker behavior.
"Oh! Phone call! Is it the apartment complex getting back to me about a place for just me and Hans?.... No... it's Ken. I'll just let it ring... and ring... and ring... and he's calling me again..."
Ken lost his job yesterday. Ken, due to his re-enacting stuff, owns 49 guns, several of which he owns ammo for. Ken always carries a pistol on him, as he has a concealed carry license. I went home to pick up some stuff yesterday and even Paul was so concerned he showed me he had his loaded gun under his pillow on safety and his extremely sharp Arabian Blade (something with a "k" in the name) next to the dog crate.
I did not sleep in my bed last night.
I told Paul to keep an eye on Tallie and NOT to let Ken take her into his room like he used to. Tallie was to stay within Paul's line of sight the entire evening.
I kissed my puppy good evening and took Hans so that we could stay at a friend's house. *Just in case this blog gets back to Ken I will not mention which friend it is.*
The whole night I was concerned about whether or not I would come home to see my baby alive when I came to get her and whether or not Ken would take out his frustrations to my constant denial of him on the one thing that I hold closest to me in my heart. Just the thought of this right now and typing it down is bringing tears to my eyes.
I'm so scared. For the first time in my life I'm scared for my life. Ken's trying to get his job back in Austin, and I'm hoping he gets his job back in New York and leaves me alone. I don't want to leave San Antonio because I have all my friends here and my job is here.
When my mom had this situation she had to leave town and change her name and that was years ago. Mom informed me that this guy she had the same situation with is still looking for her on social networking sites...
Maybe I'm over-reacting but every red flag is being thrown in my face and my gut feeling is telling me that I'm in serious danger from this guy. I don't know what to do. The one person I think that can help me with this here is the one person I am most scared to talk to on any other basis...
I need to talk to Brenda. She's tough, she's concerned about my health and about me as a person for a reason I can't even begin to explain, and even though I'm scared of Brenda I have a feeling in my heart that she's the only one right now that can tell me what to do.
I hope Brenda is in a good mood today.
Yennie
Something else that scares me.... Ken knows where I work.
I live with Paul. Ken, Paul's friend, moves in with us, which I'm fine with. Ken was cool and I had a lot in common regarding wearing interesting clothes and liking pirates and stuff. Hans moves in. Eventually Hans, Ken and I decide to all get a place together and everything sounds good. All goes well for a while...
Time passes, and Ken starts flirting with me. "That's okay," I say to myself. "I'm the only girl in a house full of three other guys. Paul flirts with me too in that friendly manner that he knows he and I wouldn't work out in a relationship but Paul and I almost act like boyfriend and girlfriend every now and again anyway. And I've been acting like this with Hans for years!" ... Friendly flirting turned into genuine flirting...
"Right... well, I'll just keep mentioning I like girls more than guys, which is true, and maybe he'll knock it off."
Genuine flirting turns into uncomfortable affection.
"Did his knuckles just brush against my ass 'by accident' AGAIN!? Ken, quit touching my hair. At first I let you brush my hair because I needed it brushed in a hurry while I took care of my teeth and make-up. You are nothing like Paul and Hans apparently... I better tell him right out to stop touching me so much."
And I did.
Uncomfortable affection turns into mock relationship like desires...
"Ken texted me again... What's this? 'I miss you'? 'Good night Love you, Megan'? I'm scared now..."
And then mock relationship desires turns into creepy stalker behavior.
"Oh! Phone call! Is it the apartment complex getting back to me about a place for just me and Hans?.... No... it's Ken. I'll just let it ring... and ring... and ring... and he's calling me again..."
Ken lost his job yesterday. Ken, due to his re-enacting stuff, owns 49 guns, several of which he owns ammo for. Ken always carries a pistol on him, as he has a concealed carry license. I went home to pick up some stuff yesterday and even Paul was so concerned he showed me he had his loaded gun under his pillow on safety and his extremely sharp Arabian Blade (something with a "k" in the name) next to the dog crate.
I did not sleep in my bed last night.
I told Paul to keep an eye on Tallie and NOT to let Ken take her into his room like he used to. Tallie was to stay within Paul's line of sight the entire evening.
I kissed my puppy good evening and took Hans so that we could stay at a friend's house. *Just in case this blog gets back to Ken I will not mention which friend it is.*
The whole night I was concerned about whether or not I would come home to see my baby alive when I came to get her and whether or not Ken would take out his frustrations to my constant denial of him on the one thing that I hold closest to me in my heart. Just the thought of this right now and typing it down is bringing tears to my eyes.
I'm so scared. For the first time in my life I'm scared for my life. Ken's trying to get his job back in Austin, and I'm hoping he gets his job back in New York and leaves me alone. I don't want to leave San Antonio because I have all my friends here and my job is here.
When my mom had this situation she had to leave town and change her name and that was years ago. Mom informed me that this guy she had the same situation with is still looking for her on social networking sites...
Maybe I'm over-reacting but every red flag is being thrown in my face and my gut feeling is telling me that I'm in serious danger from this guy. I don't know what to do. The one person I think that can help me with this here is the one person I am most scared to talk to on any other basis...
I need to talk to Brenda. She's tough, she's concerned about my health and about me as a person for a reason I can't even begin to explain, and even though I'm scared of Brenda I have a feeling in my heart that she's the only one right now that can tell me what to do.
I hope Brenda is in a good mood today.
Yennie
Something else that scares me.... Ken knows where I work.