Thursday, May 13, 2010

Who Is GunDiva? The End

Betcha thought I'd never get around to the end of this little who am I?  Let's see, I started it to give you some insight to how I became who I am.  Finally, after eight million posts, I'm getting there and it may be a little anti-climactic.

Even though I went around armed all the time, I hadn't really committed myself to using that little gun.  I thought I could, but I didn't know  I could.

One day, the kids and I were on our way to a soccer game and we pulled into a McDonald's drive-thru for a rare treat (remember, broke single mother - McDonald's for dinner was like steak and lobster).  I had noticed a car had followed us off of the highway and into the drive-thru, but I didn't think a whole lot about it because everyone stops at that McDonald's.

I pulled up to the order box and noticed that the driver of the car behind us got out of the car and my heart stopped.  Crazy B sauntered up to my car as I looked around for an escape.  There was a line of cars in front of me and his car parked behind; there was no escape.  I yelled into the order box for them to call the police.  They answered with a "what?".  I yelled to call the police a second time and then turned toward Crazy B.

His stalking in the past had been a major annoyance, but I'd never been truly frightened until that moment.  In that split second, I flipped from thinking I could kill someone to knowing I could do it.  The problem was that since I was going to play in a soccer game, I left the Noisy Cricket at home.  I couldn't play with it strapped to my hip and I sure the hell wasn't going to leave it unsecured in my soccer bag on the sideline.

He tried talking to me and I calmly and clearly told him to leave me alone, then turned to the order box and very clearly stated that I was being stalked and that they needed to call the police.  I knew that they weren't going to do it if I was screaming hysterically at them, so I issued it as an order.  They still didn't do it.  (Too busy consulting their manager for permission, I suppose.  Oh, who am I kidding?  They didn't want to get involved.)

I became a broken record, refusing to get pulled into a conversation with Crazy B.  I just kept repeating that he needed to leave me alone and go away.  The kids were absolutely silent and, I'm sure, terrified. 

He finally turned and left, backing out of the drive-thru.  I placed my order and drove to the pay window, still shaken up, but managed to not kill the kid working the drive up for not calling the police.  I couldn't get out of there and to my game fast enough.  I made sure that he didn't follow us onto the highway as I sped off to my game.

Crazy B laid low for a few weeks before showing up at my front door (we'd moved and I hadn't forwarded anything, so he should not have known where I lived).  I met him at the door with the Noisy Cricket and told him on no uncertain terms that he would NOT be bothering me or the kids again and that the next time he showed up, I would kill him.  I meant it, and he knew I meant it.

In retrospect, he did me a favor by trapping me in the drive-thru.  He made me, in that moment, commit to defending myself.  Through that terrifying episode, he gave me the confidence I needed to protect myself and the heathi.

10 comments:

MamaTink said...

OMG you poor thing! Well, you learned a big lesson that day. One that I am sure you will NEVER forget!

Mrs Mom said...

Anti-climactic??? Are you on CRACK? (I'm KIDDING! I know you aren't...lol)

DAYUM girl... That Crazy SOB *needs* to be shot. Or run over. Or put through a trash compactor. Or a brush chipper.

Or gator bait.

Diva, thanks for opening up and telling us that story. Your relating it might just help prevent some other gal (or guy) from being a victim like that. And you've helped set the resolve on a lot of folks to never BE a victim. You're setting a good example of how to pick up and LIVE too.

Keep it coming girl. You Rock.

Mr. Daddy said...

defining moments, so hard to live through...

but where and who would we be without them....

thanks for sharing...

Angie said...

Hi, I'm new to your blog, and OMG, I am having flashbacks from college when I was being stalked by someone.

finski said...

Maybe not the best blog to comment under but I just wanted to say Hi as I am a new follower via Mrs. Mom. Love this blog!!

Rachel said...

Oy - that sounds SCARY! And thoroughly non-anti-climatic (I agree with Mrs Mom - and sorry for the double negative).

I'm sure my mare could have taken care of him if she aimed her chompers a bit lower...

BK said...

Whoa lovin this blog!! May I recommend watching Just Yell Fire, it covers self defense for women, not with handguns but general tips. Worth the time! http://www.justyellfire.com/

http://www.justyellfire.com/movie.php

I am not old enough to open carry all the time (I will as soon as I can!!! And get my concealed carry too) but I carry whenever and where ever I can legally, since we live on a good sized ranch in the middle of nowhere I carry quite a bit. Still isn't a habit tho, I will find myself out without thinking why didn't I grab it!!! Out here it's just as much for animal predators as human predators. I think I will go run some rounds thru my .40 S&W...

MamaTink said...

You have been tagged! Find it at http://mamatinkstinkerings.blogspot.com/2010/05/8x8-marked-by-serpent.html

Linda Medrano said...

Thank you so much for the great and important book "The Gift Of Fear" by Gavin De Becker! I started it this afternoon and could hardly put it down. Not only is it chock full of truly important information, it is so well written that it is a joy to read as well! I really appreciate your kindness in sending me this book!

GunDiva said...

MamaTink - you're on!
Linda - I'm so glad you're enjoying the book. I love how he makes things seem so clear.