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I am being stalked to my deathbed by my son’s girlfriend, let’s call her Alison.

this has been going on since the first time we met at my father’s place in Berks County.

this situation piggybacks on top of his old relationship with a gorgeous Brazillian woman that ended sadly. The old girlfriend turned my son against me, criminalizing the things that happened that were my best effort to help him.

the current girlfriend is crazy!

I think I blogged about her here already, it’s been several weeks since I visited this site.

One night she was here in the middle of the night screaming for 2 hours and breaking things and she broke down the bedroom door. The whole situation felt surreal. According to Ian this behavior was a frequent occurrence at their old apartment. He had ordered her to get her own place for a while.

she regularly makes plans for him to harm me and the cat she brought here for me to take care of. Such as suggesting erroneously that I should be sent back to the hospital (psych ward), my worst dread. Take a look at yourself, Alison.

I am finally stabilizing after a grueling 2 and a 1/2 month search for a psych provider for medication management that left me vulnerable to this abuse. One of my meds can only be provided by a psychiatrist or other qualified psych professional on a registry, and I have been left in the lurch before with disastrous consequences. I am fine now. But it is still a serious threat to me to be threatened like this. No that was not redundant. If you see what I mean.

Other threats are still more serious but they usually dematerialize. But they cost time and grief and I have no peace.

I am now womanning up to the fight again. I was a Spearhead fighting to get out of a psych ward which I did, not realizing that I would have to keep fighting to be safe on the outside to prove it through. Hence 17 months in abeyance at an ALF in the City of Reading spinning my wheels. Thought I missed the boat, maybe I did. Still trying to figure out my moral location. Am I dead and in Purgatory? or is it like in the movie Jacob’s Ladder when a person is fighting for his life as he lays dying and goes out his head to b find answers to what has happened to him and finally puts it all together and finds his guide to death which appears as a bright light on the other side of a door.

so I wondered about the 4 estates. The fourth is the Press.

I have had another stalker, a college roommate who sent me a letter when I was living in Southern California and couldn’t write back for a number of Reasons.

then, when I moved to Buffalo, NY to have the baby, she got all bent out of shape because I still couldn’t write her a letter. She refused my phone calls. She was studying to be a psychologist and had some bullshit reasons why she couldn’t talk to me on the phone.

After that it got worse, I was so ill. She stalked me in an inverse way by taking great pains to see that I couldn’ further reach her or have anything to do with her, Meanwhile, as she said about herself in a recent Class Notes, she was following us without posting about herself.

Between her, my son’s girlfriend, and my sister, I have been hounded half to death recent weeks, months, years.

These women are not my f4iends.