The Asshole
The title of this entry doesn't refer to the writer of A Thousand Hours, but to the name we use for the man who is stalking us. We are lucky in one respect...he has to do his stalking online, on the phone, and by mail since he lives in a different country. It has been over four years now. He is not as active today as he once was. Now we get the occasional fax, birthday "gift", or angry email.
We've worked hard to cover where we actually live and our phone numbers. If my wives' company didn't insist on publishing employees' phone numbers and office address on their web site he never would have found out that information.
If you are suffering from this you are not alone. Call your local abuse line. They can put you in touch with experts. See a counselor. Learn to live in the public world without giving too many details. (I know this feels impossible for those whose live must be part of the public consciousness -- such as actors, "celebrities, musicians, and etc. Remember that your spouse didn't choose that route, but walks along it with you out of love.)
The gist is: you can wear out your Asshole. Like a child they look for reaction. Any reaction. Be it anger, fear, or saddness. To them and in public you must give nothing. No reaction at all will wither their drive. Eventually they must move on to find their kicks.
