A Letter to My Online Stalker

When parasocial relationships turn sour

I really thought the phone call was the end of it.

That day, when you looked up the number of my husband’s business, then called and asked to speak me, it felt like you’d crossed a line. I don’t even remember everything that was said on that call (It’s been five years now; things fade…), but I do know I told you that if you tried to contact me again — by any method — I’d consider it to be harassment.

And now here you are, repeatedly trying to get access to my content, no matter how many times I try to stop you.

So consider me harassed.