so I got back my phone, the one stolen on december.
oooh... let me tell you so you can shiver in fear with me.
If you remember a month or so ago when a certain asshole stalker marched into my house because his new gf left him?
well I had a phone call from police and they said I had to go to a station in order to retrieve certain things that belonged to me. I had no idea, but thought it'll be him, so there I was; alone and carefree as usual when I heard his name from this slightly chubby, brunette, 5'5"-ish girl with glasses with a black eye.
someone got close and asked me what i wanted and when I told them the girl looked at me and cursed, ike really loud!
She was teh last gf, the one that left him and ent home to find him in there telling her he rather see her deatyh than with someone else. he used to say things like that to me too, the guy attacked her and when police got into his hiuse to arest him, they found my stuff.
So police gave me my phone, a bunch of printed pics of me; my tablet destroyed. a sweater, a bottle of parfume with my name on it; and my keyring, the one the muggers took. I changed locks the next days, and that night I pretty much barricaded myself inside, you ocouldn't even enter unless you had Groth with you; almos my sister Mel was with me.
The creepiest part is that it's been almost ten years!! 10 years!! how fucking sick you have to be to do this after 10 freaking years!!!
I have my stuff back and he's arrested but I feel less secure than ever.