Call the cops and tell them you think she might be in danger and crying out for help. Then change your email address and don’t talk to her for another ten years.
Well, I advised her that if she was afraid that she should go to a women’s shelter and hopefully she’ll get the hint.
Anyone want an update? You’ll never guess what happened to her. Like I said before, she’d talked about coming up here for a visit, but had to put it off. She was going to make the trip with her best friend, but her best friend went into labor. Turn’s out that my ancient ex’s husband was the father of the kid. He kicked my ex and their kids out of the house, moved her best friend and the baby in, and cut all ties off with his kids (save the newest one, of course). So my ex and her kids spent a few weeks living in their car or staying with friends until my ex could save up enough money to get an apartment. About the same time she was able to move into the apartment, her best friend (or ex-best friend, I should say) decided that the guy was a dirt bag and left him. His response? He killed himself.
Needless to say, she and the kids are a bit messed up over this.
Oh wonderful…
Sorry for you, man (even if I guess it doesn’t effect you really.)
Thank you for the update.
You have any independent confirmation of this?
Not a death notice, but enough that if this were a hoax, she’d be deserving of the Best Actor of All Time Oscar.
Days of Our Lives wishes it could come up with twists this juicy and unexpected! Holy crap, that’s awful and fascinating at the same time.
Jesus, man, scrape her off. Nothing, and I mean nothing good can come of this.
It could be that shes been brooding for years about the way you treated her and is lulling you into a false sense of security before she revenges herself on you with two gallons of whipped cream,a trained ferret,a one tenth scale model of Leonard Nimmoy and thigh length boots that lace up to the crotch…or possibly a very sharp axe.
I always was far too imaginative for my own good.
I am not the same person I was 20 years ago, and I’m willing to bet neither are you. You don’t really know her anymore, you know who she was 20 years ago. You have no idea of what she may be capable of, manipulation-wise. I’m a cynical person, sometimes it leads me to think things like, say, the dad was out of the picture a long time ago, and probably just split instead of suiciding.
Run away!
I’d look for the death notice.
And the person she chooses to unburden herself to after this is you? An ex she hasn’t contacted in 20 years? Alarm bells are ringing here, Tucker. Something stinks, and it ain’t the husband.
On edit: I’m with fisha. Read the death notice, and make sure it mentions your ex by name. Otherwise, assume that her ex is alive and very curious as to her whereabouts and contacts.
Or never existed in the first place.
Whatever you do, don’t loan her any money.
Regards,
Shodan
Sound general quarters & Repel All Boarders.
(If there isn’t a Claxon going off, there should be.)
Yup, that’s some drama. If you want more drama in your life, I’d suggest keeping in contact with her.
I did, but she lives in bumfuck Alabama and the local paper basically doesn’t exist online. I checked the websites of papers in the areas surrounding the town and they didn’t list any obits for the town she was living in.
Someone I know (not me) was quite taken in by a woman he met online–a woman who was “dying of a brain tumor”, a pediatrician, in fact. She and this person kept up an email relationship. Her father was (supposedly) quite wealthy and the family was from South Carolina. She didn’t have any kids and had only recently finished her pediatric residency. The grandfather had come over from Holland made his money building a body guard business for the rich and famous. She would email this person all about her symptoms etc. This person sent her stuff–Beanie Babies, flowers etc. Somehow, as she was shutting down her practice, having chemo, living in the family compound (the term used by her) and having (unsuccessful) brain surgery, she had oodles of time and energy to nurture this relationship. Her type of brain cancer was never shared, nor was her treatment.
For some reason (usually put down to a bad reaction to whatever “chemo” she was getting at the time), they could never meet. There were more details, which time has mercifully expunged. I know people can meet on the internet and all, and most of them turn out to be real nice folks, but this woman’s story got weirder and weirder–by the end, it involved two young women living in a trailer in boofoo Idaho and one of them was “psychic” and knew that this person was The Link between the dying pediatrician and the white trailer trash who needed money. Or something. One of the Idaho women started to email this person as well.
Honestly, it’s not very clear after these years (this happened about 5 years ago). It was a very weird time. The person (let’s just call him The Mark) never did come across with anything more than flowers or beanie babies, but the potential for con artistry was huge.
I’d for sure find out if there is an obit. You could probably just call the local paper or town hall (or library) to make you a copy and send it to you. It might take awhile, but then you’d know. Send them a SASE and find out.
I understand that this is interesting to you, for a lot of different reasons.
I’ve reread your posts about this, and you are way too fascinated and emotionally attached with her and this situation. She’s pushing all the right buttons.
Personally, I’d run. Pretty much everyone in this thread has said run. You won’t though.
Just don’t be completely stupid.
Well, you know, eleanor, ya gotta have money to be scammed out of it. I don’t doubt that she’s been less than 100% truthful with me on some things (Og knows she wasn’t when we were together), but at least as far as hubby killing himself, I’d say that if there was any falsehood on her part, it’d be that it was a suicide (she attempted to strangle me once when were “dating” and she was hopped up on medication).
Don’t forget that she’s got three kids. I literally don’t have the cash to take care of myself, much less her and three rugrats.
fisha, of course it’s fascinating to me! I don’t have basic cable, so how else am I going to find entertainment? 