,..so my husband and I are dead to the world (asleep) a couple of nights ago when what we thought was the alarm started ringing. I'm thinking to myself, ' crap,...that didn't seem like 7 hours ', and Pen told me later that he too thought it was time to get up. Then I hear a voice on the answering machine say : " if this is Amy ---------, it sounds like you,...this is P------ Y-------, call me back ".
I looked at the clock and it was 1:49 am in the morning. I dated P.Y. for about three months when I was 17 years old. It took me another 6 months to break up with him. He sat outside my parents house and would wait for them to leave and then bang on the door to harass me. He followed me to friends' houses. He almost got me fired from my job at the mall. His parents, both being good Baptist ministers, finally convinced him to leave me alone.
I heard stories about him through the years. He was alternately being reborn as a Christian and drying out in rehab from hallucinogens.
What possessed him to look me up and call in the middle of the night on a weekday after 25 years, I had no idea,...until I read Dreamcatcher's latest blog,...then it was all so clear. That is why I had no choice but to wet Dreamcatcher's pants.
Okay,...I made that last part up. The rest is true.