Sita Tara's recent blog reminds me of several "run ins" that I've apparently had with BM in public (and in private) that I never knew about until afterward. I guess I don't pay as much attention as [BM] does.

There was one time that I was driving BF's vehicle and she saw me getting out in a parking lot, and claims to have taken a picture out the side of her car. I wonder how she managed taking a picture out the window of her car, of something she had just noticed when driving past at 45 mph. That resulted in about a week's worth of emails about "that whore driving your car".

She also claims to have waited outside my old apartment and gotten pictures of me and BF entering and leaving multiple times. Though all of these pictures she claims to have, she can never produce when asked to...so I doubt they actually exist. This is the same woman who claims to have pictures of me living in an apartment she suspected me of living in by taking pictures through the cracks in the blinds (the apt. was on the second story and I, by the way, didn't live there).

Then there was the time that we got home from a shopping trip to Wal Mart in our town (about an hour away from BM's town) to an email about how BM and SS saw us "all over the store" and how much it upset SS to see us together like that. Umm, this kid spends every other weekend with us. I highly doubt that seeing us walking through a store together upset him that much. What I found funnier is that she saw us "all over the store" but we didn't even know she was there. Could that be because maybe she was behind us the whole time? Who knows.

One time when I went to pick up SS, BM asked me if it was me that she was behind the other day when driving through town. Uh, I don't know...I don't really pay attention to who is driving behind me at all times (though with our history, maybe I should). She started quoting everything about my car, the day and time, where it was, which direction we were going, and where I turned onto another street and was like, "was that you?" How the hell should I know? You know, I used to keep a lookout for her car because she stalked me for so long...but I realized that it kept me so high strung all the time and every time I saw a car that resembled hers I would start freaking out - when most of the time it wasn't her anyway. That's just a lot of stress that I don't need. Why she feels like she needs it, I don't know. But I'm over it.