The fear of the loathsome stalker was wreaking havoc on my days. No guile, no fear of retribution was her arrogance. She was a punisher, there was no doubt. A man basher, a soul abuser, a downright dirty scoundrel. She had no idea about common decency, of people’s basic human rights. She thought her in-bred arrogance could derail anyone’s ideals they had of themselves.
My soul was being tortured by the overshadowing of her forbearance. Everywhere I went, she was there. (like my work place) Every time I did something, she knew about it.