Predators

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The thing about predators is they can’t stay hidden. They won’t stay hidden for long. I have wanted to write a letter to one of my attackers for days now. Reminding him what he did to him in 2016. How he almost killed me that day in the car. That day for some reason is haunting me right now. I have no clue why.

Then I have this predator who is local. Who is hurting women and they leave the community and no one knows why. They don’t see him, how I do. I feel like it’s my job to warn every female out there about this guy. Then in reality it’s not my job. Nor is it your job to let people know when someone has hurt you in that way. As survivors we think we need to. We think we need to save this world. Then this weight gets added on to us. That we can’t get rid of so easily.

This predator I know really is one. The proof I have is undeniable. I won’t just share it with anyone. Those who needed to know, know about it. At times like now I wish I could just share it and say screw the world. I know I can’t for several reasons. What I can always share is my story. Sometimes that seems to be enough. As he is active again I am updating this piece. So people get to see how much he changes and how often. Am I stalking this person?!? No, I’m not. What happens is when I go to block someone I see his name change, status, and his city change. I get told when he tries to contact someone I know. I get told when people are trying to vet him. I don’t ask for people to tell me. They just do.

It’s not hard to find out where he is when people care about you so much they help protect you. What’s bad is when he tries to join the same groups you are in. You have been in those groups well over a year. He wasn’t in them when you joined. Now he is?!? Is what it is right?!!

Predators don’t change. They try to change but they always go back to the same person they once were. What they know is best. They will always attack the weak. Their prey will never see him coming until it’s to late.

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