A STRANGER OBSESSION

I was tricked in 2011. I was so distracted by the hacking and stalking and the retrieving my belongings, I missed the signs. I needed to work and I needed money. So I took a contract that I swore I would never do, ever. So, at this point I have reached out, I have left a trail of data, and I have set up my little triangle. I have - so far - avoided another situation like the one in 2011. Suffice it to say, I discovered the moves I was making pushed me in that direction, but at every opportunity for validation, absolutely nothing happened. I mean..... nothing. By Summer 2011, I realized no one, absolutely no one who mattered knew about The Trick in 2011 when, during an interview, the interviewer said, "...  we can't have a melt down on a remote." Now, I have told one person the truth about what happened on that Remote. We are going to find out this week if February 2011 was ever taken seriously.  Because what I signed up for, and what I found myself in were two compl

1988 – 1989:  He arrived on the Flight Line out of no where, and like me, he was not included in any of the Squadron Crew Chief Games. Ignored or Pranked were the only attention we received because I was the only woman in the Squadron and he was an F-15 Crew Chief on an F-16 Flight Line. I had started to play golf again on the Air Force Base, and I began running into him on the Range. Eventually we began playing Golf together on our days off. At some point, our Flight Line Schedules aligned and we were on the same shifts on the same days. We spent six months together. He moved from the Base Dorms to the same Mobile Home neighborhood I was living.  We would carpool to the Flight Line together in his Truck with the over sized tires. I could walk to his house from mine – so it always looked like I was at home when in reality I was hiding out with him in his bed. Turned out, the Air Force put him in a holding pattern on our Base, in my Unit, while he awaited his next orders to