My Boyfriend, my stalker

By this point I’d got a new job, so he would trail me there and sit outside in his car for hours to make sure I really was working. Of course, after a few weeks he lost his own job because he wasn’t going in.

He befriended my siblings and would come over to see them on the days we were apart. I’d take him to work events and he would send me texts accusing me of fancying other men “WHY AM I EVEN HERE IF YOU’RE GOING TO FUCK HIM” while standing next to me and my heart would sink.

He would phone me 50 times in a row, and if I didn’t answer, would report me missing to the police. He began to stalk my friends, male and female. He cloned the Facebook page of someone he’d found out I’d been on a date with years before and started impersonating them online. We were about five months in at this point.

He got and lost about three jobs during this time. Mainly for not showing up (stalking is a time-consuming business), but one he lost for punching his boss in the face at the office Christmas party. He’d been allowed to bring a date (me), and when I went to toilet, he’d assumed I was in there sleeping with someone else. His boss. So started a fight, then inexplicably stripped naked and lay in the snow outside.