What I didn’t know then was that I hadn’t been saved at all. I had simply been acquired. The Illusion of Safety
Today, I live under a different name in a town where nobody knows my past. I have heavy deadbolts on my doors, but more importantly, I have heavy deadbolts on my trust. The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse
It was paralyzing. I felt unsafe, yet Mark was clumsy. He was easily identifiable, and I had already begun involving law enforcement. What I didn’t know then was that I
David worked in the building adjacent to mine. He was charming, attentive, and appeared seemingly out of thin air just when my fear was at its peak. He noticed my anxiety, listened to my stories of the stalker, and offered a reassuring, protective presence. He told me he was "just a concerned neighbor" who felt compelled to protect someone so vulnerable. I have heavy deadbolts on my doors, but
They’d planned it.