Many years ago in my single days I had a stalker who I could never get rid of whenever he saw me in the various pubs I used to frequent
This man is about 15yrs older than me and is an ageing hippy who lives by himself in a statick carevan park 10 mins walk up the hill and I keep seeing him around the village
This man is odd,he makes his own clothes out of ductape.
Anyway on with my story
About 7 yrs ago he left me for my brother and that in itself made me feel let down but to cap it all I saw him yesterday while walking home from school with DD and he walked past me without even looking at me or saying anything I feel used and worthless
Am I not good enough?