At 12 pm the male tenant came home. I looked out side window (North side of building) and the tenant was staring down the driveway at my car. I then heard him in the courtyard a few minutes later screaming at someone...maybe himself, who knows?
I come back to my desk and go to North window again to see my uBPD/ASPD brother's truck parked next to the garage. This struck fear in my chest. I didn't hear anyone come into the building....where IS he? What is he doing here for a second time today, he isn't working on the building and hasn't been for months. I get queesey feeling that I am unsafe again. But that's what sociopaths do, they LOVE creating an atmosphere of fear and guilt.
The tenant was talking to uBPD/ASPDbrother screaming at him in the courtyard. Brother is lurking & stalking around building 2nd time today. Is this like this every day of the week? He comes by twice a day, sometimes 3 times a day to "check up on me"? Most of the time he is silent and I don't hear him pull up or come in the building. Perhaps THIS is why "they know" when I leave & come back because he is ALWAYS HERE stalking me. My boyfriend had suggested this before, that it isn't the tenant that is telling uBPD Momster my comings & goings, that it actually is my brother. I just could NOT believe that someone is that bored...or that much of a control freak....or is that predatory towards their own sister. Perhaps the boyfriend is right about this. I feel a knot in my stomach.
I have noticed the stalkings become more noticeable & frequent when I leave for hours at a time any given day. As if it pisses them off that I have left the building for any reason!!! I am afraid to come downstairs & go out to start my day because I know uBPD/ASPD brother is down there just sitting there waiting. I have no idea what his problem is with me, what he wants to do besides scare me or start a fight with me.
The first year I moved here I noticed when I left the building for any errand that one of the tenants would text me or Momster would call me. A few times my uBPD mother actually interrogated me on the phone as to "where I was, what I was doing, and what I was up to"----AS IF I was doing anything wrong. AS IF a (at the time) 34 year old woman NEEDS to tell ANYONE what she is doing of a day. How DARE SHE?? After all the control and privacy issues I had with my uBPD xbf....I come back to THIS? Being QUIZZED as to "what I am up to"?? As if LIVING MY LIFE the way I want & coming & going as I please is some how offensive to her and I should have guilt over it?? How SICK AND TWISTED are they? Where do they GET OFF monitoring where I go & what I do? I felt imprisoned by my uBPDxbf and now I feel imprisoned here. As if Momster & brother act like some kind of wardens and I need to "check in" with them before I do anything?
HOW DARE they do something like this? These actions go against my basic human rights. Brother never stays long enough in the building when he stalks to have the cops called. He also has a right to be here because it is shared family property. I feel unsafe here yet again and fearful that brother is going to harm me one day. I suppose writing about it is the only way to make my self feel better, since I can't seem to get any help in this situation.
I come back to my desk and go to North window again to see my uBPD/ASPD brother's truck parked next to the garage. This struck fear in my chest. I didn't hear anyone come into the building....where IS he? What is he doing here for a second time today, he isn't working on the building and hasn't been for months. I get queesey feeling that I am unsafe again. But that's what sociopaths do, they LOVE creating an atmosphere of fear and guilt.
The tenant was talking to uBPD/ASPDbrother screaming at him in the courtyard. Brother is lurking & stalking around building 2nd time today. Is this like this every day of the week? He comes by twice a day, sometimes 3 times a day to "check up on me"? Most of the time he is silent and I don't hear him pull up or come in the building. Perhaps THIS is why "they know" when I leave & come back because he is ALWAYS HERE stalking me. My boyfriend had suggested this before, that it isn't the tenant that is telling uBPD Momster my comings & goings, that it actually is my brother. I just could NOT believe that someone is that bored...or that much of a control freak....or is that predatory towards their own sister. Perhaps the boyfriend is right about this. I feel a knot in my stomach.
I have noticed the stalkings become more noticeable & frequent when I leave for hours at a time any given day. As if it pisses them off that I have left the building for any reason!!! I am afraid to come downstairs & go out to start my day because I know uBPD/ASPD brother is down there just sitting there waiting. I have no idea what his problem is with me, what he wants to do besides scare me or start a fight with me.
The first year I moved here I noticed when I left the building for any errand that one of the tenants would text me or Momster would call me. A few times my uBPD mother actually interrogated me on the phone as to "where I was, what I was doing, and what I was up to"----AS IF I was doing anything wrong. AS IF a (at the time) 34 year old woman NEEDS to tell ANYONE what she is doing of a day. How DARE SHE?? After all the control and privacy issues I had with my uBPD xbf....I come back to THIS? Being QUIZZED as to "what I am up to"?? As if LIVING MY LIFE the way I want & coming & going as I please is some how offensive to her and I should have guilt over it?? How SICK AND TWISTED are they? Where do they GET OFF monitoring where I go & what I do? I felt imprisoned by my uBPDxbf and now I feel imprisoned here. As if Momster & brother act like some kind of wardens and I need to "check in" with them before I do anything?
HOW DARE they do something like this? These actions go against my basic human rights. Brother never stays long enough in the building when he stalks to have the cops called. He also has a right to be here because it is shared family property. I feel unsafe here yet again and fearful that brother is going to harm me one day. I suppose writing about it is the only way to make my self feel better, since I can't seem to get any help in this situation.
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