The best thing about getting older is that you accept yourself.
You don’t have to be fashionable.
You don’t have to dye your hair.
You don’t have to wear makeup, though you need it more than you ever have.
You will never again attempt to squeeze yourself into a sparkly mermaid gown for a wedding.
You are settled in a relationship, or revel in your solitude.
So all is well until…
Your obsessive ex starts cyberharrassing you.
Perhaps I should use the word “cyberobsession.”
He tracked me down on the internet, as will sometimes happen.
My husband didn’t understand why he had surfaced after 30 years. I thought he was harmless and pitied him for being alone.
it soon became apparent that I shouldn’t have mentioned my blog. I love to have readers, but his attention was excessive.
His long, personal emails made me uncomfortable. Sometimes I detected veiled hostility. I thought he was drinking and emailing. When I learned he had lied about his relationship status, I thought, Oh, thank God! I don’t have to worry about him. But in his increasingly incoherent emails, I wasn’t quite sure what was true and what was false. Oh, no, I thought. He’s having a breakdown. After he sent me a long “snail” letter ranting about a counselor who did not know his situation from the news (!) or anything about his former workplace, I urged him to see a psychiatrist. When he replied he didn’t need one, I ended the correspondence.
My husband helped me block him from my email and blog comments. Being obsessed, my ex then tracked me down at my Mirabile Dictu email address to say he knew I had blocked him and would unsubscribe from my blog.
A completely unneccessary communication, but thank God.
And now he has resubscribed.
“Why?” I asked my husband.
“To upset you.”
Apparently such behavior is common among exes on the internet.
Dear Reader, is there any way I can block him from subscribing to the blog? Any suggestions?