I caught my housemate spying on me yesterday.  I thought I had snagged a few minutes to my self post-shower.  I had just gotten in the mood and started to *ahem* enjoy myself.  Then I heard something.  And sure enough, there he was, very intentionally cracking open the door to watch.

I was pissed.  I threw on a robe and ordered him out of the house.  I gave him until the end of the day to be out of the house and the end of the week to be off the property.  Then I called everyone on my contacts list.  I figure that as I was doing nothing wrong it’s only right that I let people know about something like this.  I even posted it on my facebook status.  I want everyone to know just what a sick perv he is.

I’ve known him since I was a baby.  He was part of my family.

I’m surprised at how many friends I have, how many people turn up to help.  I’ll never win a popularity contest but I can get a posse when I need one.

Heck, a guy I broke up with six and a half years ago came to keep me company last night.  And his mom sent me several things.

But after he left (way, way late) I still had to face feeling vulnerable and scared and scarred.  I slept with the light on and a full set of clothes.  It was too hot but I didn’t care.  I didn’t feel nearly as terrorize as I did when Psycho Stalker was after me but it is still the same kind of feeling.  I got my locks changed the second he drove away.

The other problem is that I’m much afraid it’ll take my till next year to feel comfortable masturbating.  This is not a good thing for a girl who’s been single a long time and works in a completely male dominated environment.  Oh well, someday I’ll have to get over it, right?  Again, maybe next year, if I’m lucky.

My poor kiddos are all upset about having such a big thing happen so suddenly.  It’s not any easy issue to explain, especially not to very young children.

I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with this place by myself.  I could do it if I was here, but I’m always at work.  I’ll figure out something.  But I can’t face all the details yet.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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2 Responses to Violated

  1. lifeischange says:

    I think you did exactly the right thing by throwing him out immediately and changing your locks! And there is so much to be said for having a posse.

    Best wishes,


  2. Pingback: the tears i never cried | the liminal life of m

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