You know how the momma Grizzly Bear will attack anyone who threatens her young, and will rip them apart with her bare hands?
I totally get it.
Sassy: “Mom, I have something I need to tell you. I think I’m being stalked. Well, I KNOW I’m being stalked. You remember Georgie Peorgie? He’s been texting me, and Facebook stalking me and won’t leave me alone.”
Me: “ What? WHAT????!!! How long has this been going on?????”
Sassy: “For a long time. Since last year, but now I’m really scared. When I was downtown the other day I looked up and he was in a car beside me riding very slowly! And he also showed up at school one day (he graduated a year ago) and cornered me after one of my classes! Mom, I am scared all the time and I don’t know what to do.” Then, the tears were flowing...
At this point in our discussion I started majorly freaking out. I listened as she told me how many times she has run into this boy, about how he lives with his father in a town 40 miles AWAY and I have got to tell you all how much this has SCARED ME TO DEATH.
I explained to her that THIS WAS STALKING. This is the kind of thing that people DO report to the police and then the wheels in my head started turning.
Tightwad’s younger brother is a STATE TROOPER in a neighboring town. Called him. Sassy’s godfather is an agent with the Attorney General’s office and lives nearby. Left a message for him. I called the principal at the high school and left a message. I don’t think it’s out of the question to find out how a PERSON WHO DOESN’T GO TO SCHOOL THERE can get in and find my daughter. Is it?
Then, the weirdest thing happened. Last night I attended Sassy’s high school homecoming parade. It was attended by hundreds and hundreds of people, (it’s a rather large high school – 700 seniors) and I watched the stadium fill up for the awards ceremony after the parade. The stadium is in the middle of our little college town here in Oregon, and they close most of the streets for it. The stadium is kind of sunken, and you can observe what’s going on through the large iron fence that surrounds the stadium. The area from where I was watching was PACKED. Imagine my surprise when I turned to my right and saw the STALKER standing BESIDE ME.
I quickly turned and looked toward the field. “What to do?” I wondered. It didn’t take long to decide. I turned to him.
“Georgie?” I said. He looked at me and smiled.
“I’m Sassy’s mom. Remember me?” He looked a bit surprised, and said, “Yes!”
I looked him in the eye and said “You are scaring Sassy and you are scaring me. You need to STOP texting her and stalking her. If you don’t, we will have to go to the police.”
“I know, I know. I will. I’m sorry.” And he looked a bit surprised and embarrassed, but kept standing there. I decided I needed to go stand somewhere else.
Am I scared for Sassy? Yes. Have we done all we can do? I don’t know. Will I forget about this? No.
It’s times like this I am NOT happy that Tightwad is working away from home. But frankly, that boy is *&%$ lucky that he wasn’t with me last night.
If he had been, they’d still be searching for him.