Kelly
Anderson wouldn’t stop.
No matter how many times I ignored his calls, deleted his messages, or blocked his number, he found ways to remind me he that we could still fix things.
At first, it was subtle, messages sent at odd hours.
‘Kelly, just five minutes’
‘You owe me a conversation’
‘You think Adrian will protect you forever?’
‘I miss you’
Then, it escalated.
I started seeing his car near my usual places. If I went to the grocery store, he was there. If I picked Harper up from daycare, I’d see him standing across the street, watching. It wasn’t just persistence, it was becoming an obession.
And the worst part? He wasn’t even trying to hide it, he wanted me to know.
But I refused to acknowledge him.
I had given Anderson too much of my time, my love, my li
