I left in the middle of the night, leaving a cease-and-desist letter on the counter, backed by a mountain of evidence that would guarantee his arrest if he ever followed me.
The harassment escalated rapidly, far eclipsing what I had experienced before. Julian didn't just watch me from afar; he believed he owned me. The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse
His name was Julian. In the immediate aftermath of the attack, he was everything a traumatized person could ask for. He walked me to my door, waited patiently on the porch while I locked up, and texted me exactly when he said he would to ensure I was coping. I left in the middle of the night,