Stalker and Food
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Last nights phone call from my stalker threw me. I got afraid for the first time. That she could manipulate people who expect and treat manipulation drew me in to the melo-drama. My mood dropped and stuck.
My stalker gets out of the hospital tomorrow. She expects me to pick her up. Hospital told her it wasn't going to happen. She's been told to stay away. She's been told that she needs to spend more time in the hospital, but they can't make her stay. She really expects me to pick her up.
Police can't help. Hospital can't hold. She's manipulating professionals and friends. They all apologize, but ... that and $10 will buy me a specialty coffee.
Its the first day that I just threw away the diet. I'm afraid. Got a call from a restricted line this evening... it was her. I just know it. I'm afraid that this won't end or that it will end badly.
I ate one pork chop, two cookies, and three donuts today... that's it nothing more. I need to separate stress from food. She can not win.