I think she listens in on my phone and shows up places that I tell my husband I’m going to. It’s becoming more than just coincidence. Why are you a block from my house at the drug store I go to when supposedly you don’t live around here (well, I don’t think they/she lives around here). It becomes just another situation for you to act and look like some f***ed up victim when you’re clearly not. You are the antagonizer, the one who cries wolf, but the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Two faced, two tongues spilling out lies, overflowing with pathetic cry’s. I’ll walk away head held high knowing that I never was the one in the wrong.