trust (tr
st)
n.
My heart sank, I felt sick, I started shaking and collapsed on the floor. Did she mean what she said? After trying my best to take it in I realised it did not matter if this person was a man or not – they had been there for me through some of my toughest moments. I replied with “It doesn’t matter if you are a man, you have been there for me all this time, I am coming over to thank you for being there, so it doesn’t matter if you are a man”. This came too late, as she had already signed out of the program and to this day has never came back online. Even after multiple emails spanning over the following year, I never heard from her again.
I debated whether to fly anyway; but then thoughts of this person knowing exactly which flight I was on and where I was staying started to haunt me. I lost the money for the tickets and the hotel.
In the time I had been talking on ICQ, I had also come across a few other people, although didn’t chat as much to them, but one in Canada, seemed to be quite friendly and once she heard what had happened almost felt compelled to step in and help.
I wasn’t too sure at the time, as my trust levels were almost non-existent, but she insisted on paying for me to fly to Canada (almost as compensation) for what had happened. Before I knew it, I had emails with e-tickets attached and confirmation of B+B reservations in Toronto. So a few days later, I flew out to Toronto and met her. I have to say, she was an inspiration for me. The week we had together was a welcome bliss after everything that had happened over the last few years. She took me sight-seeing all round Toronto and to top it all, she then took me to see Niagara Falls. The week flew by and when it ended I think we were both quite sad. It was like we had been friends forever.
When I flew back, my plane was delayed so by the time I landed in the UK it was around 3am. I had left my car at the airport, and had to drive home. By the time I got out of the airport and on my way I hit the rush hour traffic for everyone going to work. This delayed my journey by even more and so when I eventually got home I was so shattered I just went straight to bed.
This seemed to be a “BIG” mistake. The lady from Canada, she say “Noooooooo”.
No sooner had my head hit the pillow, she phoned me. So I picked it up (another big mistake, I should have left it and gone to sleep).
Are you home yet? she asked.
Yes, just got home plane was delayed, had to drive through masses of traffic, but now home and going to bed, I replied.
She blew a fuse!
Why didnt you phone me? you should have called to let me know you were home.
No matter how i tried to explain that I was extremely tired and would have called her when i woke up, it made no difference, she was not listening. It took over 30 minutes of constant explanations and apologies before she finally let me get some sleep.
Up until this time, I dont think I had ever come across harassment, never really heard of it, didnt really know what it was; but I was about to find out, big time.
The next day, no sooner had i got back from work, she phoned me again. But instead of talking to me normally, like she used to. It was just verbal abuse, going on about how I should have called her when I got home. After some 15 or so minutes she put the phone down. 11pm came, the phone rang again. Guess who? yep, it was her, what did she want? to abuse me again. To cut this part short, this continued every day at least 3 times a day for over a month. In the end, the only way I could deal with it was to just unplug the phone from the wall. I tried emailing her and texting her asking her to stop, but it made no difference. Every phone call was the same. She could not let the fact I hadn’t called when I got home go away. Sadly after a few months she stopped answering emails and disappeared of the face of the earth. Yet another lady whom just vanishes without a trace!