I was terrified. I didn't know what to do, or who to turn to. That's when I met him - my hero, or so I thought.
The anxiety was suffocating. I felt violated in my own home, waking up at every sound. I reported it to the police, but without a face, there was little they could do. I felt trapped in a silent, slow-motion nightmare. Then came David. The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse
He began showing up at my door unannounced, holding the keys I had, in a moment of weakness, let him make during a supposed "safety check" of my locks. He expected me to be grateful, to shower him with affection, to owe him my time and body for his "valiant" act. I was terrified
The original stalker was an unknown fear—a shadow. David, however, was a threat in my living room. The original stalker was looking for a reaction, perhaps a twisted romance, but David was looking for . The anxiety was suffocating
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It took months to recognize the pattern. Here are the red flags I missed because I was blinded by the need to be safe: