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I felt calmer after speaking to the police on Tuesday. After a while, I mean. I didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know what their plan of action would be. I presumed it would be very little, particularly as I’m not even sure a crime has been committed. Sure, I feel harassed, violated. But is that a crime in itself? I don’t know. All I know is the police seemed to take it seriously and that’s what matters most. It put my mind at rest more than I expected it to. Just knowing that somebody knows who this guy is. That helps. That there are eyes on him. That the authorities know I’m in some sort of danger. I feel less alone. But that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable.
Mandy keeps suggesting we go down there and confront him. I keep telling her I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ve made out th
