Some of you know what I went through (fall 2003 semester) with a guy named Chris. Well. Guess what. Not only is he alive, but that SOB sent me 4 messages on my phone last night while I was trying to enjoy Jeni's party.
At first I was thinking, who is sending me this? Because there was no information attached to it at all. No number, email address, or web address. All of them started out with, "We tied the knot!" Like trying to drill it in people's heads that he's married to Anna. Stump knows who Anna is.
Anna is the girl he dated for forever, got engaged to, and broke up with before he dated me. She would come down to see him and they'd spend Sundays together. He wouldn't tell me until after she left and after the 4th Sunday she was down here. Fall festival was fun because she was there. But he wouldn't go near her when he was with me. I knew he was still seeing her. I knew it.
Chris faked his death on October 15th. He went missing that Monday night and the police supposedly found him on the 15th. He supposedly shot himself in the heart. Who in the right mind would FAKE a SUICIDE??? (Keep in mind this was only 3 months since my own cousin took his own life.) Seriously messed up, right?
Well, this had - at the time - ruined my life. I'm not exaggerating. Chris had made a reputation of himself behind my back and I didn't know about it. He lied to me about his age. 22? Uh no. That asshole was 30. And no, you couldn't tell. He had everyone fooled. Including his fraternity brothers. (TKE) Get this. He was also a registered sex offender!!! He was charged with RAPE! Rape, people!!! That could have been me! Well - he felt the need to tell everyone in his classes that he was this. Only he twisted the story. Said she concented. She looked 19 and he believed her. I found out that she was 14 and it was force. Sick. He was 22 at the time. Really this time. Now everyone knew that Chris and I were dating. So after his 'death' everything came out of the woodwork. And everyone tied my name to his. I had to clear out my own, once clean now not thanks to him, reputation. It took a long time to do. Go to google and type in Indiana Registered Sex Offenders. You'll find a site to search for someone. He's there. Christopher Gordon Sexton. dob: November 23, 1973. See for yourself. He had to re-register in January - that's how I found out he was alive. I -by chance- was showing Ben something 'really messed up.' There he was. Alive and kicking.
So I sent him back a message. "I never want to hear from you again. You're dead to me." Because he is. He, in my eyes and thoughts... is dead.
The freak sends me 3 more messages and I don't respond. Apparently he didn't take the hint.
Message 2: "If you wanna talk please send me a message on my old email address topher7399@yahoo.com." (By the way - if you feel the need to yell at this guy and tell him to leave me alone and stay out of my life and stop ruining it by trying to get in contact with me, by all means. Feel free.)
Message 3: "Stacie I don't know what all has been said, but I had no idea what my brother was telling people." (He sent an email that only he could have written. Telling me things only he would know. He lied again in that message. I'm not so naive anymore. I'm not stupid.)
Message 4: "When I left he said that he was gonna take care of things. I didn't know he ment the wrong way." (Lies.)
I'm ready to call sprint and somehow have him blocked from sending any kind of messages. He's out of my life and will never ever be a part of it again.
Okay... /rant. I just needed to get that out of my system. I'm okay, just frustrated because I never wanted to hear from him again.
*Edit* Thank you Natalie, Jeni, Burgdorf, and Leeland for getting my mind off of this jerk. Thank you to Luke who is an awesome guy that made me feel better with just a phone call. You rock and I thank you. Good luck overseas and may God be with you.
At first I was thinking, who is sending me this? Because there was no information attached to it at all. No number, email address, or web address. All of them started out with, "We tied the knot!" Like trying to drill it in people's heads that he's married to Anna. Stump knows who Anna is.
Anna is the girl he dated for forever, got engaged to, and broke up with before he dated me. She would come down to see him and they'd spend Sundays together. He wouldn't tell me until after she left and after the 4th Sunday she was down here. Fall festival was fun because she was there. But he wouldn't go near her when he was with me. I knew he was still seeing her. I knew it.
Chris faked his death on October 15th. He went missing that Monday night and the police supposedly found him on the 15th. He supposedly shot himself in the heart. Who in the right mind would FAKE a SUICIDE??? (Keep in mind this was only 3 months since my own cousin took his own life.) Seriously messed up, right?
Well, this had - at the time - ruined my life. I'm not exaggerating. Chris had made a reputation of himself behind my back and I didn't know about it. He lied to me about his age. 22? Uh no. That asshole was 30. And no, you couldn't tell. He had everyone fooled. Including his fraternity brothers. (TKE) Get this. He was also a registered sex offender!!! He was charged with RAPE! Rape, people!!! That could have been me! Well - he felt the need to tell everyone in his classes that he was this. Only he twisted the story. Said she concented. She looked 19 and he believed her. I found out that she was 14 and it was force. Sick. He was 22 at the time. Really this time. Now everyone knew that Chris and I were dating. So after his 'death' everything came out of the woodwork. And everyone tied my name to his. I had to clear out my own, once clean now not thanks to him, reputation. It took a long time to do. Go to google and type in Indiana Registered Sex Offenders. You'll find a site to search for someone. He's there. Christopher Gordon Sexton. dob: November 23, 1973. See for yourself. He had to re-register in January - that's how I found out he was alive. I -by chance- was showing Ben something 'really messed up.' There he was. Alive and kicking.
So I sent him back a message. "I never want to hear from you again. You're dead to me." Because he is. He, in my eyes and thoughts... is dead.
The freak sends me 3 more messages and I don't respond. Apparently he didn't take the hint.
Message 2: "If you wanna talk please send me a message on my old email address topher7399@yahoo.com." (By the way - if you feel the need to yell at this guy and tell him to leave me alone and stay out of my life and stop ruining it by trying to get in contact with me, by all means. Feel free.)
Message 3: "Stacie I don't know what all has been said, but I had no idea what my brother was telling people." (He sent an email that only he could have written. Telling me things only he would know. He lied again in that message. I'm not so naive anymore. I'm not stupid.)
Message 4: "When I left he said that he was gonna take care of things. I didn't know he ment the wrong way." (Lies.)
I'm ready to call sprint and somehow have him blocked from sending any kind of messages. He's out of my life and will never ever be a part of it again.
Okay... /rant. I just needed to get that out of my system. I'm okay, just frustrated because I never wanted to hear from him again.
*Edit* Thank you Natalie, Jeni, Burgdorf, and Leeland for getting my mind off of this jerk. Thank you to Luke who is an awesome guy that made me feel better with just a phone call. You rock and I thank you. Good luck overseas and may God be with you.
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