She threatened to kill me in my sleep when I was a child. She beat me within an inch of my life when I was twelve. She chased me with a butcher knife when I was a teen.
One month ago, I walked up the courthouse stairs to the third floor, scanning for the stalker. He was not there. His lawyer was not there. My lawyer was not there. My advocate was not there.
She was there. Sitting on a chair near the courtroom door.
I texted my sister:
Mom is here.
What?! Did you mistype that?
Shes here from Chicago to “help me” because she loves me.
Do you mean OUR mother???
After the hearing, I exited the building first, leaving both stalkers behind.