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.