Waiting for the other shoe to drop...

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Well, I have made all these efforts so nada can only reach me through either my

personal cell phone or my email. She called me at work, causing me to have a

panic attack, and she was commenting all over Facebook. I sent her an email

asking her to only call me at work in the case of a life or death emergency. She

never responded to it. She then makes some fake cheerful comments on Facebook,

and I've blocked her, and I'm damn sure she's aware she can't see anything of

mine anymore--she spends hours on Facebook stalking people.

But she has not responded to my boundary setting or my blocking, and I'm waiting

for the other shoe to drop. I'm waiting for her to sneak through and get to me

some other way and pretend like it's totally normal. ly, it's not that I

can't handle contact with her, it's the sneak attacks that catch me off guard

and scare the crap out of me. Because that's exactly how Christmas was. You

thought she was finished and start to go to sleep, then she would dart out of

her room and start raging at everyone again, waking the whole house up. My brain

is conditioned, I think, to associate this unexpected or sneak attack behavior

with a frightening, deathly-terrifying event in which I was afraid for my own

safety. (Wow, that's kind of a big realization for me.)

Does anyone know what I'm talking about? I'm afraid my relating of this feeling

is a bit disjointed.