I've had a few months of some scary things: notes on my car at work, notes in mailbox, a photo of me taken in Publix without my knowledge taped to the window of my house, and other stuff.
I shut down my instagram (nothing exciting on it anyway), luckily never had a facebook. I also got my permit to carry and a cute pistol, had to get some stupid alarm crap for the house, and we adopted a friend's German Shepherd dog. That's why I haven't posted photos here or anyplace at all, really. I haven't done anything fun unless my husband is with me, and haven't even wanted to grocery shop. And so freaking scared for the kids.
They found the guy thanks to our camera crap at the house getting a clear shot and the guy being known to Tampa PD and my recognizing the photo from the group of homeless peeps I know. (I hate feeling like I'm living in a prison; before this I used to sleep with the windows open, for Christ's sake.)
So I have an order of protection now, which probably doesn't help anything as the guy is mentally unstable, but at least I know who he is and what he looks like. Also we have some non-trespass thing now so he can't come on our property.
So mystery solved but life changed.
