Starting Off With A Warning

This is my first post.

Embarking on this journey, I often find myself reflecting on those moments when hindsight becomes painfully clear. How many times have I muttered, “I should have known” or “the signs were all there,” echoing in the corridors of my mind like a broken record?

Let me introduce you to Blend, a name I’ve chosen to shield the identities of those affected by the storm he brought into my life. It seems fitting, doesn’t it? Blend—a concoction of charm, allure, and hidden darkness.

Our encounter was on Thanksgiving eve, a chance collision of two worlds. I, a young woman and mother, spent my evenings helping and working amidst the laughter of a comedy club, while Blend, with his striking appearance and flirtatious demeanor, entered my orbit. We shared laughter, and he requested my number—a connection forged in the fleeting moments of the night. Little did I know, his interest in me extended beyond our brief encounter. He trailed me from afar, a silent observer of my life, unbeknownst to me, like a stalker, until years later.

The following day upon returning from Thanksgiving dinner with friends, I was greeted by a barraged flurry of messages on my answering machine, each one a testament to Blend’s persistent pursuit. Initially endearing, perhaps, but with the passage of time, they morphed into something altogether different—a chilling reminder of his unnerving fixation. My friends and I listened, perplexed and unnerved by the lengths he went to capture my attention. “He’s troubled,” one friend remarked, the gravity of his words sinking in as we dissected Blend’s unsettling messages.

In the years that followed, I grappled with the repercussions of engaging with Blend, confronting the stark reality of his abnormal behavior.

Join me as we delve deeper into the labyrinth of my experiences, a cautionary tale of love and manipulation, where the line between charming and chilling blurs, leaving scars that linger long after the wounds have healed. Scars so deep I am certain my never heal.

• Remember, dear reader, what may seem innocuous at first glance often harbors a darkness that should not be ignored.