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A
month
later
,
she
invited
me
to
uproot
across
the
country
and
move
in
with
her
.
This
struck
me
as
somewhat
of
a
red
flag
,
and
so
I
tried
to
break
things
off
with
her
.
She
responded
by
saying
that
she
would
kill
herself
if
I
refused
to
be
with
her
.
Okay
,
so
make
that
two
red
flags
.
I
promptly
blocked
her
from
my
email
and
all
my
devices
.
This
would
slow
her
down
but
not
stop
her
.
Years
before
I
met
her
,
Erin
had
gotten
into
a
car
accident
and
nearly
died
.
Actually
,
she
had
medically
“
died
”
for
a
few
moments
—
all
brain
activity
had
stopped
—
but
she
had
somehow
miraculously
been
revived
.
When
she
“
came
back
,
”
she
claimed
everything
had
changed
.
She
became
a
very
spiritual
person
.
She
became
interested
in
,
and
started
believing
in
,
energy
healing
and
angels
and
universal
consciousness
and
tarot
cards
.
She
also
believed
that
she
had
become
a
healer
and
an
empath
and
that
she
could
see
the
future
.
And
for
whatever
reason
,
upon
meeting
me
,
she
decided
that
she
and
I
were
destined
to
save
the
world
together
.
To
“
cure
death
,
”
as
she
put
it
.
After
I
’
d
blocked
her
,
she
began
to
create
new
email
addresses
,
sometimes
sending
me
as
many
as
a
dozen
angry
emails
in
a
single
day
.
She
created
fake
Facebook
and
Twitter
accounts
that
she
used
to
harass
me
as
well
as
people
close
to
me
.
She
created
a
website
identical
to
mine
and
wrote
dozens
of
articles
claiming
that
I
was
her
ex
-
boyfriend
and
that
I
had
lied
to
her
and
cheated
her
,
that
I
had
promised
to
marry
her
and
that
she
and
I
belonged
together
.
When
I
contacted
her
to
take
the
site
down
,
she
said
that
she
would
take
it
down
only
if
I
flew
to
California
to
be
with
her
.
This
was
her
idea
of
a
compromise
.
And
through
all
of
this
,
her
justification
was
the
same
:
I
was
destined
to
be
with
her
,
that
God
had
preordained
it
,
that
she
literally
woke
up
in
the
middle
of
the
night
to
the
voices
of
angels
commanding
that
“
our
special
relationship
”
was
to
be
the
harbinger
of
a
new
age
of
permanent
peace
on
earth
.
(
Yes
,
she
really
told
me
this
.
)
By
the
time
we
were
sitting
in
that
sushi
restaurant
together
,
there
had
been
thousands
of
emails
.
Whether
I
responded
or
didn
’
t
respond
,
replied
respectfully
or
replied
angrily
,
nothing
ever
changed
.
Her
mind
never
changed
;
her
beliefs
never
budged
.
This
had
gone
on
for
over
seven
years
by
then
(
and
counting
)
.
And
so
it
was
,
in
that
small
sushi
restaurant
,
with
Erin
guzzling
sake
and
babbling
for
hours
about
how
she
’
d
cured
her
cat
’
s
kidney
stones
with
energy
tapping
,
that
something
occurred
to
me
:
Erin
is
a
self
-
improvement
junkie
.
She
spends
tens
of
thousands
of
dollars
on
books
and
seminars
and
courses
.
And
the
craziest
part
of
all
this
is
that
Erin
embodies
all
the
lessons
she
’
s
learned
to
a
T
.
She
has
her
dream
.
She
stays
persistent
with
it
.
She
visualizes
and
takes
action
and
weathers
the
rejections
and
failures
and
gets
up
and
tries
again
.
She
’
s
relentlessly
positive
.
She
thinks
pretty
damn
highly
of
herself
.
I
mean
,
she
claims
to
heal
cats
the
same
way
Jesus
healed
Lazarus
—
come
the
fuck
on
.
And
yet
her
values
are
so
fucked
that
none
of
this
matters
.
The
fact
that
she
does
everything
“
right
”
doesn
’
t
make
her
right
.
