The D Spot

Seriously.
What makes this guy think that I want to help him?
In that line, what the hell made him go up to my father in the store to ask for my mother’s contact info to begin with???
HELLO~~
“Hey there, sorry about all those times I f***** your wife during your marriage and hey, I know she left you for me but bygones are bygones. By the way, I’ve wanted to reconnect with her, do you have her number?”
Shit.
My poor father is forgiven for giving the Creep my phone number, but I wish he’d just given him my mother’s number instead. Papa was pretty flabbergasted, to say the least, that this guy had the balls to even approach him. He totally forgot that he even had my mom’s number, since its only for emergencies.
And why the hell did the Creep think that my dad and mom are even in touch?
The Creep called me and told me he’s wanted to connect with mom for the past 40 years. I answered him via email saying only that I would pass on his contact info to my mother when I next spoke with her. Which of course, would be a few days because I had to work.
And the Creep writes back about how he always thinks about my mother on her birthday…and how he drives by the house she grew up in…and how he’s wanted to talk to her for 35 years…and how sad it is that my uncle is dead…
Well I wrote back and said my uncle was NOT dead and furthermore, I had met him as a teenager when my mother lived on Oxford Street, so it has NOT been 35 years, more like 25.
And again, I reiterated I would pass his info along to my mother.
Ok I thought that was it.
A couple hours later, another email, how great my uncle is still alive and funny story about Oxford street…his girlfriend at the time had a friend who rented out the place when my mom moved out.
Um yeah, funny. WhatEVER.
So then another email follows the next day. Oddly enough I get it at work just after telling my coworkers about the crazy stalker/Creep.
This email has a picture of what seems to be his living room. Fancy, spiral staircase, looks big airy and expensive. “This is the picture I will send her” he says. “I’ve wanted to track her down for over 5 years now.” Wow, he went from 40 years to 5 years in just three emails.
So of course I only replied “I am at work. I will give her your contact info when I next talk to her.” (The same thing I have said all along)
I did get ahold of my mom a couple days later and low and behold, Creep had managed to get her cell phone number anyway. No clue how he did it, but I do know its a little bit of work finding an unlisted number. So my mother is not answering her phone anymore.
That was a couple days ago, I figured good, now he is her problem. (after all, don’t you get back what you put out? She wanted him enough to cheat on my dad..well then, let her have him. Even if it is almost 30 years ago)
Then today…another email from Creep in my inbox. This one, though, is strange. Its a copy of my reply to the last one, the one with the picture.
So…trying to figure out the Creep’s way of thought.
Either he was reading it and hit reply on accident, or he is forwarding it to me as a means of reminding me that I have not given my mother his contact info. He very much wants her email address, he did ask for it in the emails as well. And I am very much not going to give it to him.
I sent copies of the emails to my mother.
Let her deal with him. He was so hot all those years ago when her kids might have benefitted from her actually being there….instead of at ‘church’ or ‘choir practice’ or hanging out at ‘gloria’s house’ or any of the other places she said she was when she was with him.
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And what makes this just laughable, is that he wasn’t even the REALLY crazy of the exe’s. The one who had to lay naked in bed, with all the lights off to proclaim to me and me alone that he loves my mother…well, he is the real crazy one. Wonder how long until he shows up…..