I've had something similar
Once id told him to fuck off and he'd thrown his pound coin at me,he ran back to mummies house
Unfortunately if you looked out of her bathroom window,you could see straight into my bedroom window
And he took full advantage of this
He always seemed to know where I was,what I was doing and who I was spending time with
It turned out he was stalking me,going through my bins and keeping tabs on me-the fbi should have hired him
I remember him breaking in (more than once),waking the whole house up and screaming at me that id been shagging another man and where was he?
The police where worse than useless,unless he hurt me there was nothing they could do,not even have a word with him
I spent more than 2 years,shit scared that he would kill me and nobody cared
I ended up moving to get shot of him (I did a swap) and he found where I was living (he didn't care about the kids,he wanted control)
Fast forward a few years and I'm walking through town when he appeared in front of me,screaming id spent his money on my hair,clothes,nails and make up (laughable as he never paid a penny)
I moved 136 miles away and hes badgered my friends for my address as 'I've got a right to know where she is!')
Thankfully they've all told him to fuck off but it's scary how he thinks he still controls me 29 years on