A Moment in My Life – Monday, September 27, 2021
Jeannie Yee Davis
This is a note to my stalker, and you know who you are. I didn’t think I’d ever talk to you again, but you wouldn’t leave well enough alone, so here I am, giving you a piece of my mind. I don’t get it. Why can’t you move on? Why can’t you get it through your head that I don’t want anything to do with you? Why did you come back into the Doo Wop group and tap “like” on my songs? What purpose does that serve? Did you think that you could sneak back in, and everything would be okay? Let me tell you, there’s too much damage done, and it will never be the way it was. Did you know that seeing your name made me cringe? I’m sure that wasn’t the emotional response you expected. Then again, I don’t think you care what my reaction might be. It’s always been all about you.
I unfriended you as an act of kindness because I realized staying friends with you and working with you to overcome your obsession gave you the false hope that there might be a future for us. We could’ve been friends, but you ruined that when you crossed the line—a line that I made crystal clear I would never walk with you. You kept insisting you understood and that we were nothing more than “just friends,” and you assured me that you weren’t stalking me, yet your actions told me otherwise.
The more I tried to work with you to stay friends and coexist amicably online, the more overwhelmed I became because I couldn’t help you. I’ve never known a stalker before, so I tried to help you as if you were a normal person, which you are not. I wanted to believe there was hope for you because you have many FB friends who think you’re a nice guy. Before I got to know the real you, I thought so, too. I wanted to believe that there is a genuinely good guy inside you, and all you have to do is overcome your demons. Everybody deserves a second chance. Having said that, you already blew many second chances with me, but I still want to believe there is hope for you, just not in my world.
Had you stayed out of my life and allowed me peace, you could’ve gotten away with your stalking. I wouldn’t have done or said anything to anybody because I was so grateful to be rid of you. But you couldn’t stay away. You had to touch my songs in Doo Wop! In hindsight, I’m glad you did because seeing your name made my skin crawl and propelled me into action. Especially since I learned that you have a history of stalking tendencies, I am not your first, and I’m sure I won’t be your last, but it has to end now. I can’t prevent you from stalking someone else, but I’m not going to ignore what I know either. Staying quiet only allows you to continue lurking and preying on unsuspecting victims. However, for your own good, I sure hope you’ll heed my advice and get yourself professional help before you end up in the slammer or worst.
Stalking is wrong. You must know that! You may think it’s love, but any unwarranted affection is a crime. You have got to know that. If nothing else, think about the consequences of your family finding out this side of you. I know you care about your reputation, and that’s why you didn’t want me to quit Doo Wop in fear that the outcome would ruin your reputation. It’s not too late to make things right. You’re not at the point of no return…yet. But you have to stop what you’re doing and make that call to get professional help, pronto!
In the meantime, do me a favor, go away. Don’t show your face or name in my world again. Let me un-know your name. I don’t ever want anything to do with you. If I see your name anywhere in my world, I will publicly name you in every group you belong to that you are my stalker. I don’t want to do this, but if that’s what it takes for you to take me seriously, then so be it. I’ve always tried to be kind to you, more than you deserve, but you took me for a pushover. Label me whatever you like, but know that I warned you here in a note to my stalker.