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So, I get a call yesterday from my ex-girlfriend/ borderline personality disorder stalker telling me that she is in town for the weekend and wanted to hang out. She had previously told me that she had moved to Los Angeles (without money) and has been living with friends, and now intends to move to Prague (without money or friends).

After discussing and deliberating the pros and cons of seeing this girl with my current girlfriend and soon to be betrothed, as well as a bevy of my friends and family, I determined that I may be putting myself in a seriously precarious position by even hanging out with this individual, seeing as she is unpredictable and could probably try to get my into legal or "other" trouble (she basically begged me for sex the last time she left and I had to lock her out of my house and call her parents... <-she's 30 and living at home...she is also prone to going to parties where there are unsavory and criminal characters.)

After being quite candid with her yesterday and telling her there wasn't a chance I would go, she called my house and my cell phone several times and then finally left me alone around 1:30 AM.

At about 7:40 this morning I get a drunken dialed call from her cell phone...she's giggling in the background and asking who's there...I here an effemenent male voice in the background, and the line goes dead...I don't bother to call it back, hoping that she has become someone else's PROBLEM, and I try to fall back asleep.

About 10:00 am...I get a call from her. Her voice is level, but not without emotion (i.e. she doesn't appear to be in shock) and she doesn't seem upset, but she definitely sounds fucked up on something. She claims that she was out drinking ALONE at a warehouse party, sans friends, and doing drugs with a group of male strangers...and woke up later (in one version in the warehouse, and in another in her car somewhere out in the west desert almost an hours drive away) without her pants or panties on...and without $1000.00 that she just HAPPENED to be carrying. She believes that she's been gang raped.

I tell her to get a rape kit, and to call the police. (I don't believe her...as this story, or variations thereof have been her bread and butter for trying to evoke guilt out of me for the unfortunate months I was with her).

She retorts by telling me that she doesn't care.
I ask her why- She tells me that she was planning to jump off an overpass last night anyway.
I tell her she could have contracted AIDS- she tells me that it doesn't matter...she's leaving and where she's going it won't matter.

...I ask her address and ask her where she is...I recognize the phone as her house number and I call the West Valley City police dispatch and report what is clearly a suicide threat. She also has SEVERAL bench warrants.


The cops call me a few hours later, she'd claimed that I had been harrassing her and ask a bunch of information. When my answers reveal that I broke up with her almost seven months ago, am currently seeing somebody, and that she's made these types of statements in the past...the peace officer on the other side of the phone sighs, tells me not to call her (I said I would gladly comply) and not to pick up if she called.

In the afternoon- crazy calls me, calls my house, and calls my friends numerous times. She calls my cell phone no less than 5 times and the house at least as many. She calls my parents looking for me.

After ignoring her, on the eighth time she calls my cell phone I pick up, tell her what the police told me to do, and tell her to have a better evening.

Around 10:45, she calls my phone and leaves a message saying that her "little ordeal today was filmed...the guys put it up on a site ("you've been victimized dot com")...and I'd probably get a kick out of it (a little sharp there, definitely overplayed her hand)."

I go out with my friends and have a normal evening at the bar...come home and check the internet for the site under different spellings and...surprise surprise, can't find anything. Nada.

I'm tempted to call the police again, but they obviously didn't do shit the first time around...and I need my phone on for school, work, and my girlfriend...so I can't just "turn it off". I don't want to have to be woken up throughout the night to hit ignore...

Any advice?

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Tant01

Live and learn? LOL

Sorry G man, wish I could offer some reasonable solution but the only thing that comes to mind is...

Nope...


But I'd like to read how this dramapalooza unfolds in the next few days...

Will it be tragic? Funny? Dramatic? Dysfunctional...?

I feel for you but the e-detachment sort of dehumanizes it for me...

I do wish you the best.

~R

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Turn off your phone at night so you can get some rest.
Screen your calls.
Don't pick them up if she dials.

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Bjjexpertise@be

Is it possible to have her number blocked by the phone company? Maybe if you can get all your numbers blocked she'll give up eventually.

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eXcessiveForce

block the number, or better yet, just get a new number and only give it out to the people you want to have it. then she can't even call you from somebody else's phone.

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My friend Brad has three basic rules for relationships. They are:

1. Be a man and never give up your balls.
2. Don't tolerate disrespect and don't give it, either.
3. At the first sign of craziness, jump ship.

You, my friend, are smack dab in the middle of rule #3. Act accordingly.