Stalker

I am being stalked and put under surveillance!
Some complete stranger made contact with me and tried to trap me into confessing whether or not I had had sex with his boyfriend. Utmostly strange as this would put me at the other end of the scope of a situation I had to bear about six months ago. Surprisingly, perhaps it is helping me to get over the said situation. I feel I am finally detoxified. Just like shingles, my bastard ex is on the wane now. For real. Eventually, I am fucking moving on. The process is finally working. But what do I make of my stalker? J. tells me this is not the last I'll hear from him. Not my problem. Honestly, he's much older - and extremely immature in his reactions towards his boyfriend - than I was expecting and I wonder what to think of a relationship that sees such happenings. It doesn't matter that their relationship is a long one. When such distrust sets in, what can you expect but the unavoidable? And to be totally honest, I didn't get half the sympathy I had for him yesterday over the phone when I was the pathetic whimp - because that's what I was, and still am to some extent - but this is getting more like a distressed drama queen to me. I am not judging him - who am I to judge anyone? - but I wish for my stalker that he had a bit more dignity - if only for his own sake. I didn't tell him so as bluntly as that, for I am gentle, but I did send the message across and I know it is likely that he will read this as he confessed having gone through my blog. At least when I was the fucking wreck that I'm still endeavouring not to keep on being, I made a - very - strong point of keeping my dignity and I'm glad I did so. I was capable of distancing myself from it even though it doesn't mean that the pain was not seething. For now, my conscience is clear so, to each his own. What does he care whether I got a fuck from his boyfriend or not? Besides, how could I possibly be a danger since I am living in a prison, trapped in the middle of nowhere, in a sort of hybrid between Twin Peaks and Walnut Grove? I wouldn't stand the slightest chance. No man is going to take a full hour's drive for more than a good fuck... come on! None of them will want to come and see me every night when they can have better at their doorstep. And I'm supposed to be fucking grateful? Bleed all you can, mate, but do it with dignity.