This fool has apparently lost his mind.
I would never have thought that someone I have known for so long would go to such great lengths to make my life a nightmare but...here I am. The last 24-48 hours have been even more hellish as David is determined to drive me crazy and harrass me. I honestly do not know what I've done to deserve this...
* David has been in the house.
The one I'm staying in. We believe he came in sometime while we were both at work today. Nothing of significant value is missing accept that he took some framed photographs of me and him. These were stolen from the attic where I stored them after Jason started coming over/staying overnight. This is very disturbing because for David to have found them in the attic means he either watched me take them down (far-fetched) or spent a long time in the house looking for them.
* He also took with him--weird as f*** enough--all of my jock-straps...even the
dirty ones in the hamper for Christ's sake.
* Over the last couple of days I've been getting a few strange cell phone...calls many of them from unrecognizable phone numbers or "Restricted" callers. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't answer calls from numbers I don't recognize. However, as the frequency and sporadic nature of the calls increased Jason became very concerned. Last night he said I should answer one of them the next time it came through. So I did so and at the other end of the damn line was some deep-voiced guy talking dirty about sucking d*** and getting ass--but it was not David's voice. I told dude that he had the wrong number and hung up. But he called right back asking for Caliph. I can't tell you the sick feeling I had in my stomach when he did that.

I told him that he had the wrong number/wrong guy.
About 20 minutes later another call came another call. This time Jason took the phone out of my hand and answered it. It was another cat on the phone--different from the one I had just spoken to. Jason played it cool, saying that he was indeed "Caliph". The man proceeded to start talking about taking "me" up on my offer. Jason started to talk dirty back to the guy (which really shocked me off my ass). Through all the innuendo, Jason was able to get out of the guy where he had got my number. Apparently David had written my number, name and some erotic sexual offers at some mens restroom at a highway reststop--and possibly others. After he got the information he needed, Jason informed the man that he was actually a cop and was tracking his number and that if he ever called mine again he would have him arrested. The man hung up quickly.
Last night after this episode, we actually drove out to the rest stop that the perv had revealed. It was about 2 am by time we got there. Sure enough we found my information scribbled on the stall of the mens room and above the urinal. I obviously cannot type what was written here but needless to say it referred to my physical endowment and that I was interested in a good time. And not only was my full name written there, but even my cell phone and e-mail address.

We were able to work with the management there to get the information removed/painted over. But still...WTF.
Really??
I wanted to change my cell phone number immediately, but we've decided to keep it because we need to know David's next move and he's still communicating with me via text message...although the text messages have become extremely "kind" and "sunshiny" now, and the threats have ceased coming. His messages mostly consist of "How's the weather?" and "Remember when we used to..." type messages. He has made no further mention of Jason. Currently, we don't know where David is staying at now because he checked out from the hotel that I dropped him off at before Christmas. I called his mom and she was under the impression that he left on December 26th--which was his original plan. This means he is probably somewhere in this city loose and not even his family--nor I--know where he's stationed.
I am sooo ready to take legal action but I'm caught between a rock and a hard spot because of the legalities involved (David and I own a lot of things together) and because technically we don't have
hard evidence that David is truly the one behind all of this. For example, a couple of days ago Jason got his hands on another cam tape from the building I stay in and from that vantage point it is clear that the tall "bum" that vandalized our cars was a fair complexioned African American man--not David. He was indeed a thug-type...and we're thinking that perhaps he was paid to do the deeds.
Jason has offered that I come stay with him for the time being, but I'm not going anywhere. I want to stay in my home and deal with this head on. Between the weapons in my house and the cop sleeping in my bed (who is packing a gun also) I believe we should be able to deal with whatever if it comes inside my house.