And since I jumped right into this thread...my rage is my ex. I met him in 2011 and thought this was the one. We bought furniture together! Fast forward one year and I'm approached in a parking lot by a woman who informed me she was his fiance and had been for several years. As it turns out, there was a wife, two finances and a few other women on the side. He worked a lot which is how he did this.
Needless to say, it was rage time for me. By then I was working on the side for his company doing all his paperwork. It took me another 3 months to get that all wrapped up and returned. The man went crazy! To this day, and it'll be 2 years in May, I am periodically stalked and harassed at work. Back then, I would get up to 30 phone calls a day, followed, he'd show up at the hospital, came to my gym with his suitcases a year ago asking to "come home". He threatened me, my son, my family, phoned my employer and so on. One minute angry, the next minute crying on the phone. The last crying message I had was 10 days ago. At work, which is the only place he can contact me. I never answer.
I changed my phone number, begged for caller id at work, changed gyms and got a security system so you can't even think about driving by my house without me seeing it on my cell. I have not seen the man since the gym incident which was over 1 year ago.
The kicker is that I went to the police a year ago Jan and asked for help as I was so sick of it then. I was thrown in a concrete room and next thing I knew I had detectives in there with me. The ex had done federal time for one of the biggest mortgage frauds in our country and was known to be "well connected" and had contacts inside the police dept. I was assigned a detective for "safety" and there was no record of me being there. I've spent the last year not being allowed to tell anyone I even had this detective, talking to detectives who don't even call me my real name and yet are supposed to be there to keep me safe and....at the end of it all, pulling the plug when I refused to give them info on "what I knew".
Sometimes, it's pretty freakin hard to be a mom, go to work to help people and try to be healthy, when every day you wonder if this is the day he's gonna snap and do something drastic.
And....I'd love to say I'm making it all up but if anything, I'm minimizing it.
So I guess my rage is crazy ass psychos?? Heartbreaks are hard enough but it's been almost two years and I wonder if I'll ever have a normal life again.