Having escaped stalker, after stalker , after stalkers and one attempted murder. I had learned to live steps ahead while knowing when to play the dummy, if I am not to be the dummy. All while knowing that, I know nothing.

Like a very documented former roomie who is the example we will be working with for this blog.

At first, I was given a compliment that I reminded her of a bad-ass woman that she knows who is covered in tattoos? I did not find that a compliment. To this, I laughed at the time. “I have one tattoo that covers them all. I’ll never need another one.” Was my reply and to this she was chastised. I was raised by a federal lawyer so this was the only exception tat. She played mature around me for as long as she could. I’m sure she was confused that I would not want to align myself with someone she saw as a mentor to her.

Two weeks later after admiring my dantian.

My qi , my chi she had asked me to read her. It came from a jealous place, from a challenging competitive place within her. Also Canbage was testing how much I could know, to see how much she could provoke . I knew this when I heard her refer to me twice as, “lesser than”, to the other new roommate. I had already been heavily complemented in her gaslighting, we know better. Which now I did not have any appreciation for her effort, “the GAS of the light” that she gave in genuine, like I do when most people compliment me. Flattery gets you no where. I thought about that for a while before answering her. I refused to read her any further than to tell her she had a stepbrother, and a stepsister which I told her they are her siblings. With my back turned to her at the time as I had been cleaning dishes then. I realized this assumption of hers, this is where she originally built the concept of , “lesser than”. Once she confirmed that she had siblings I had left it at that. Being the compassion in the depths of one’s mental illness would trigger obsession much- much sooner, and I wanted to see how this played out. The shadow of her false confidence boasted, she couldn’t stop there at my simple read of two facts of her. She had to tell me that her stepfather their father left them in their homeland, Venezuela, to come live with her, and take care of her. She had built her life around this concept. Grew satisfaction from it, and perhaps it’s what he told her to gain trust of an innocent child’s (her) intimate parts. To be chosen over what one had already had. To be chosen over an existing family, for her it was a conquering illusion.

She didn’t recall the way, her stepfather, confused actions of adult love toward her as a little girl. She was living under the illusion to preserve the picture of how things look in the family photo album that I’m sure her mother keeps somewhere. After all she came from a house that had the right look according to her. With a mom who had nicer dishes to bring out for special occasions. As many of us do.

I had realized why she projects the term, “lesser than” , onto individuals and she will do it upon any individual who she is competing with compulsively. Like a car chasing dogs she doesn’t know why she chases them. This was her tell and frequency. Her strength was birthed from a toxic moments in her childhood left unresolved and self preserved through compulsion.

Every day she would come home and turn on the tv show , “Couple Thropple”, this is a show where relationships do not truly exist, except for the toxic baiting of physical love and playing on the cast-mates weaknesses, which is highly triggered about every five minutes. She was never as enthusiastic about watching, “Law & Order SVU”, with me when I would have it on.

Then there was the way she would approach my cat. She knew my pet’s name and anyone else who has been around my pet called her a therapy animal. However, she would come around the corner and loudly scold, “Hello Kat!” frightening and it was passive-aggressive from the start.

After weeks of torturing my cat in this manner. For parents, this is a huge sign something is wrong with your child. (How they treat a beloved household pet.) She could no longer hold the persona of what helps gaslighting work.

We went to the beach all three of us, Malena, (who had been protective of my cat) myself and Cabbage. She earned the nickname Cabbage for the awful smell that would come from her not showering daily and her other sanitary issues.

I had removed my overgarment to my aqua green bikini and she looked at me the way Clair Dunfy had recieved Gloria in the TV Show , “Modern Family”. She could not look at me in my bathing suit. She looked at me like she wanted to kill me. I have had my grandmother‘s body, hips, and boobs. A gift and a curse. I’m like a very tiny hourglass that can become more extreme if I’m not careful.

Actions spoke louder than words and they say a picture is worth 1,000 words. So here is 2,000 with the blog. I was told that three women cannot get along unless they’re on the same frequency.

Cabbage threw punches and dirty looks literally and would not even accept a towel from me on Santa Monica Beach. I could not believe it as the sand on the beach was determined by officials to be more polluted than the water due to covid and unhoused populations. When I told her this, she still refused my big long beach towel. All I had to do was take my clothes off to defeat this competitive compulsive crutch, and insecure façade of what was portrayed to be a woman whom projects on to me the term , “lesser than.”

When at first during intimacy with my lover she began to creep us out through the adjacent wall. So obviously my curves would trigger this weird interaction especially when I’m not the, “couple thropple”, type. Now there are body suits one can wear with padding for hips. Also, there is surgeries the feminine form is powerful, so powerful it can be sold in padded pants to those who have a more masculine look.

Weeks later after I had stopped interacting she disclaimed having been a guys girl. I thought yes like your step dad’s girl. I was aware of the toxic play on life she wore. While I bought a red dress and hung it from my standing mirror. It awaited a date with my beloved companion. (After having only worn it for my IG. Advertisement for Psychic Readings.) I had walked passed her open door to greet my love then as I passed down the hall. To my horror and her mental demise, I had seen a red dress she arranged hanging from her mirror that she moved to the opposite side of her room. Having mimicked my bedrooms set-up. Eeek moment , oh yes it was.

The fallowing weekend Cabbage, having been a medically trained volunteer paramedic. With full knowledge that I cannot thermo regulate, she had broke the household thermostat after having turned it all the way up and the mechanism to adjust this thermostat had been broken off. After this I decided to feed the lil monster. Someone who wants to be you will take your mail. I had a cheap order from Amazon , I left it on the front desk across from the mail table. I thought in my mental chess move to trigger her compulsive behavior. Taking another’s mail is a federal crime. Once she does this there is no turning back. As soon as she arrived home that evening she had taken the bait, my mail, it was taken from a separate desk across our entry way to the living room from our mail drop table. I had waited up early for her before the sunrise. I sat at the desk with a chair pulled up facing her door. When I had heard her alarm clock go off. She was a snoozer, but not that morning she couldn’t. That morning, I waited outside her door. The first text message pinged from me as I’m sure she tried to snooze. Instead her phone pinged and I could hear that too. It wasn’t work , it wasn’t mommy it was me, I was demanding my mail be returned immediately, I had reminded her it’s a federal offense. Then I went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee . Within moments of my text message to Cabbage, the door opened I stood across the entry way to the kitchen and dining area. She emerged with the small package that was returned to precisely where it had been taken from.

In the fallowing weeks my lover and companion had grown worried for my safety. He had said more than once, “she wants to be you.” I remembered how she looked at me on the beach that day. I had felt it coming since her gaslighting ceased to work. Stalkers get more dangerous the less you play into their portrayals. She had been growing more emboldened and dangerous. Like any caring protective man should. He began to ignore her prescience. However the action that solidified my concerns in CABBAGE’s obsession with me was full blown , “Single White Female.” I highly suggest you watch the film.

By now her mommy had been showing up at her side to keep her little monster in check. I could tell she knew something was off with Cabbage from a very young age. Her mental crisis was long and spiraling. I could hear her ego screaming , “I’m the one people leave anyone for.” She only had things left behind to pick up. Mom didn’t bring an extra vehicle to put anything in. This mom was here to make sure her little ticking time bomb didn’t explode under a well documented incident.

Malena had moved on to travel the world. One new roomie arrived a Kentucky Tuffy that chose to live here because I made her feel safe. Cabbage had only arrived to show her room on site. I was in the kitchen, preparing a cup of coffee with my back, turned to the room. Cabbage was looking at my back having two days left to clear out. When then, a roommate who had only been in the house for one week was mortified to have witnessed the hateful stare Cabbage bore toward me with my back turned. This new roommate came to me and pleaded for my safety and to take heed to the violence she had seen in the look on her face. Cabbage had shown her true colors only to my backside as I prepared coffee. The new tenant came to me pleading to recognize and inquire if this Cabbage had done harm to me yet and was certain that she would. Passionately she put up her fist up and pledged to fight for me. This golden hearted stranger who had taken up house to feel safe with me was ready to defend my back.

I suggested to her to please not react to anything. That it is known that this woman is mentally ill and in crisis at the time. All planted by a stepfather that could not keep his physical love from an innocent child and the stepfather who brainwashed her into thinking she was chosen over his own. That notion disarmed her into believing what they were doing was OK. I know how monsters are made this was not an anti hero.

It would not be until almost a full year later that I would have to deal with the mental illness of Cabbage again. She is not the only strange and deranged person to have had to be diverted from having any focus upon me.

However, this is just one example (the example of Cabbage. 🥬 ) Who could not remember why a stepfather chose to love her more than his own children. This has shaped her chaos where ever she will go.

(Do not try this on your own. Having a hard survival and attained the right guides for my journey. Having a protective companion has brought me to face many challengers of my life to be lived. Individuals who share a culture of their own record to my privacy invaded. A celebrity has been corralled by the paparazzi. I’m sure if it was Diane Sawyer at their door or Barbara Walter’s it would be different. However the real press doesn’t come to cover what is popular. It arrives to untangle the web of obsession and sensationalism to reveal an extra ordinary human. Be it celebrity or famed crime in headlines the call for truth is always called by public shame.)