Okay, so, you know how I said the crazy bride one was long... I was wrong. This one is long. But End's review of that psycho stalker movie reminded me of this massive story I saw awhile ago where a woman gives a little glimpse into the head of an extremely friendly work colleague.
(Unfortunately, images aren't working anymore. Luckily, someone else in the forum was kind (and bored) enough to type it out.)
*Image of two journals with "Our Love Forever" written on the cover, along with a fancy pen.
Note from OP:
I received these journals (and pen, don't forget the pen!) plus flowers, candy and a huge stuffed bear from my former cubicle neighbor at a job I worked at for 3 years. As you'll see, the guy is nucking futs.
Feb 23, 2016
Wearing: Brown wrap dress with silver buckle on belt. 3 inch heels also brown. Hair up.
Little too much mascara.
You and [REDACTED] were talking about that dumb show Pretty Little Liars. I tried to get into it for you but after two seasons I just couldn't take it anymore.
Holy moley is it some vapid crap. When we are together I will introduce you to amazing TV and movies. Take Mad Men. The sublimeness and stunning virtuoso performances will bowl you over.
Although I should be careful about what I introduce you to. The way they try to show the antithesis of the proper housewives should act is disturbing and clearly done for dramatic licence, not routed in reality.
I know you won't mind staying home to raise our children properly. It is what women are built for, after all. Certainly you need to work now but have no fear my love, I will take care of you the second you are ready. I will lavish you with all you need to support, love and cherish me and our children.
Note from OP:
These are just a selection. Most of the entries (221 total) are rather mundane, just notating what I wear, and anything that pops into his crazy head that he feels I want to hear him blather on about. Our cubicles were next to each other the whole time I worked at this firm. We were kinda friendly the first six months I was there. Then he asked me on a date. I very politely declined. Very firm that I don't date co-workers and what-not. After that, besides for a friendly hello, he said almost nothing to me. We were on different teams, so it wasn't a big deal to me. But after I turned him down, he started keeping this journal.
This entry also takes a turn into the crazy end. Up until now he called me pet names and talked as if we were currently dating. This is the first time he really reveals that he's planned the rest of our lives out for us. The last 9 months of the journals get really bad.
March 21, 2016
Wearing: Black and white striped blouse (lowish cut!)
Grey blazer and black slacks. Hair down (haircut soon?). Black flats.
Don't say you need to lose weight! Why would you feel bad about your appearance? Fine, losing a few pounds wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I wouldn't begrudge you that. But no one is perfect (not even me haha). Flaws can be endearing because it can remind us of our humanness. Flaws, not full out red flags, mind you, can enhance someone, not detract. So revel in your beauty, my love. In your slight flaws and imperfections. They make me love you more, not less. It breaks my heart to hear you fall for Big Media's banal bullshit.
I want to go to you, take your lovely face in my hands and tell you. Resist the siren song of dieting. Have another bagel at the roundup meeting. Maybe even a dab of cream cheese.
Just don't go crazy haha. Those slopes can be slippery. And although I would still love you, I would be disappointed if you gained weight.
Note from OP:
Every time I read this entry, I eat a family size package of double stuffed Oreos just to spite him.
March 29, 2016
Wearing: ?? (Unknown)
I hope you are enjoying your vacation, my sweet.
But I miss you terribly. This week will be pure hell. I am counting down the minutes until next Monday.
Honestly, I thought of going with you. I'm sure if you saw me there in the resort, your heart would have been bursting with love. But maybe not.
I am sorry for doubting you, but on that tiny chance that you weren't super happy to have me there (I can't be a part of your friends wedding right? haha), I couldn't put you through that.
Sometimes it seems you are close to acknowledging our true love. Othertimes...
It frustrates me. I'm sorry, but it does! I don't want to be mad. So I wait.
But not forever, silly! Heck, this could be for the best. Seeing holy matrimony could be the push you need! I hope so.
Because I love you! & you love me. Soon!
Note from OP:
I know what my reaction would have been if he was at the resort in Mexico where my friend was getting married. A trip to HR & moving to a different part of the office.
June 29, 2016
Wearing: Green silk blouse, black tight skirt that doesn't make your knees standing (I can only imagine how short it is when you are sitting). Black 2" heels, hair up.
The flirting thing with [REDACTED] needs to end. I try to be understanding. Women are evolutionary wired to flirt. But hearing you banter with him two or three times a week when you know I'm listening makes my blood boil. What does [REDACTED] have that is attractive to you? I just don't get it. It makes me sick, hearing his disgusting innuendo and your positive responses to that kind of talk. Be modest! Be meek and pure, like you should! I feel like I need to stand up and remind you that your perfect mate is right here! Inches away! I'm everything you need and everything you will come to understand you want.
I struggle with your behavior, my sweet, I truly do.
But it doesn't get me down because I know the endgame even if you don't yet. That we will be together forever. You are getting there too, I can sense it.
Your inability to date anyone more that two or three times and the fact that even you recognize [REDACTED] as just a "work" boyfriend (i.e plaything) means you are getting there.
I am patient. I truly am. After all, we will have the rest of our lives together.
Note from OP:
Barf. He doesn't understand that a "work boyfriend" actually means anything. I didn't find my work boyfriend attractive at all, I just enjoyed his jokes. Something to break up the day.
October 21, 2016
Wearing: Loose button down turquiose shirt, Black A line skirt, hair up, black flats.
Thank you my love! I am so happy right now. That conversation with [REDACTED] talking about masturbation habits.. wow. Ever time that fat hippo opened her mouth I wanted to yell SHUT UP, LET [OP] TALK (-:
I'm not going to lie to you (never, unless it is for your benefit obviously) I've been rock hard ever since. I'm seriously considering making use of the bathroom in "that" way. I've only done it once here. When you wore that too sheer blouse under your lavender jacket but the heat was cranked so you had it off all day. I could see your lacey bra and a hint of your sensual mounds of pure heaven.
I miss that day - Sept 14, 2015 to be exact. I am so thankful I got a pic. Yes, you have kinda derpy face but it wasn't like I could ask you to pose haha.
Not to take anything from your gorgeous face, but that picture is all about your breasts. Honestly in this case, you could have a bag over your head and the picture's amazingness wouldn't be diminished in the slightest.
Way off topic, I know haha. I'm not trying to embarrass you, my sweet. God I can't get that picture out of my head. I feel like if I touch myself again, I'll explode in my pants.
Ok one minute.
October 21 Cont
You totally glanced at me when I walked by didn't you? Checking me out with a cute little smite? Don't deny it! I saw you, my love! You knew talking with [REDACTED] like that would get me SO excited, huh? What a kinky sexpot! I'm grinning from ear to ear now. We are so close to this happening, aren't we? I'm shaking with anticipation. For the inevitable, for our fate. We are hurtling closer and closer. I'm so excited!
Note from OP:
The fact that he always heard every little thing I said is really suspicious to me. Yes, he was four or five feet away from me, but I honestly wonder if he bugged my cube somehow. Because there's no way this conversation happened loud enough for him to hear normally. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but based on his behavior, I have a pretty good reason to be.
Also, double barf at the thought I was trying to turn him on or that he went to the bathroom to jerk it. Those double stuff oreos from before don't have a chance.
October 24, 2016
Wearing: Blue skin sweater with white collared shirt underneath. Light brown slacks. Hair up, Brown 3" heels.
Just to make sure you understand in regards to our discussion on Friday, I do try to limit my masturbation. And have no fear, it is only you I think about when I just have to release. All my previous "material" is noting compared to you, my love.
There is a difference between you and me when it comes to masturbation. When you do it, you are preparing yourself for me (I know you also have sex but I do my best to not think about you letting another man have you. It upsets me but at least you are seeing how awful other men are compared to the Nirvana that will be me). But I am saving my seed for you, to implant your sweet flower. I know they say that sperm regenerates everyday but I've seen men say their loads are larger when they wait. And it feels that way to me too. Not like I measure or anything ha ha. But a part of me mourns all that poor sperm, who just want a chance to be the One that created Andrew Peter, our first child and instead finds themselves in a tube sock or going down the shower drain.
So I will do better. Abstain as much as I can. For you, my love.
Note from OP:
You'll excuse me if I want to take a bath for the next seven days after this. Ugh. My "sweet flower" would spit his mucked up seed out faster and farther than a llama can spit.
Also, thanks for ruining "Andrew" and "Peter" for me.
November 23, 2016
Wearing: WHO THE HELL KNOWS?
How can you do this? How? How?
How can you abandon your One true love?
How can you abandon our life together?
How you you doom our future generations to nothingness?
How??????????
I am berefit without you. Adrift at sea.
I can't be without you. I WONT be without you.
I will follow you to the ends of the universe.
KNOW THA?T! I will find you and help you understand.
FO?R? US. To complete the truly most important relationship EVER!!
I see I need to take control. I wanted to wait for you but I see that like other women you need your men to take charge. No more waiting. I will show you what you have been blind to see with your own eyes! What has been sitting patiently, listening, watching, documenting for you, for Posterity!
Fine. I get it. I understand you are telling me to be the man. Stop crying [REDACTED] you are saying. Stop being a goddam pussy. (Have you been talking to Moms? haha)
Fine. you want me to take control. Well here. Here is all the evidence you need. I understand that you want me to stop you. A GRAND GESTURE FOR YOU
ok
I'm sorry my love how I am writing here. Messy.
I promise to read to you whatever you can't make out yourself. You just threw me for a loop. But your message is loud and clear
I'm coming for you. My love. Coming for us.
[END]
Note from OP:
So that day I went to my supervisor and gave my two weeks notice & that I was planning on using my accrued vacation days during that time. Without getting into all the gory details, I wanted to get out of that place (and I didn't even know about this psycho yet!). So I packed up my stuff, and was gone before this loser came in.
My friends in the office told me that Psycho Cube Boy was late because he had a doctor's appointment or something and absolutely melted down when he found out why I wasn't there. He got sent home, where I assume he wrote this last entry. In the office the next day, he contacted HR and said that I was moving and that I had asked him to bring me my last paycheck stub. So a since-fired HR person gave him my address. He left work at lunchtime, bought a bunch of things he thought would win me over, and came to my apartment. Thankfully, I wasn't there, as I was flying to another city to rent an apartment for a new job. He camped out in front of my building for three days. Finally someone called the cops on him and he had to abandon whatever his plans were. I got back the next day and found that he UPSed me all this stuff.
Suffice to say, I didn't react in the way that he wanted. Long story short, he is currently in jail (2-5 years) and I live in a new city, only now able to laugh about what happened, thanks for a kickass therapist and some amazing drugs.
EDIT Since so many people are asking, I'll expound on why he's in jail. After I received a restraining order, he violated that RO and attempted to kidnap me so that he could "prove" his love to me in whatever twisted way he thought that was possible.
Thanks to the outstanding law enforcement officials in my city, his attempt was known ahead of time and I was being monitored, so that as soon as he started his kidnapping attempt, he was apprehended and arrested.
Hope that answers that question