My husband’s coworker started stalking me after my husband passed away.

 Grieving and the Initial Trap

My husband’s creepy coworker started stalking me after my husband passed away, and I accidentally fell for him. I remember sitting at my husband’s funeral when I saw one of his coworkers in the back staring at me.

My late husband had actually warned me about him, saying he was obsessed with me. Immediately after the funeral, I went insane at first.

I was throwing out our furniture and destroying belongings because everything reminded me of my husband. That’s how he got me.

Each time I went outside, that coworker was there. He’d offer to pay for my coffee; he’d offer to help me move the new couch. He became my emotional support without me even realizing it.

I remember the day I grabbed coffee with him. He acted like a true gentleman. I caught myself truly enjoying the moment.

But when I went home, that’s when the realization hit me. He was taking advantage of me in my most vulnerable state, and I had been too dumb to notice.

I started recalling every single time I just ran into him and realized it was damn near every time I went anywhere. Even places you’d never think to see him, he was there.

I started replaying everything in my mind and realized that he was stalking me. I realized that he was preying on me.

What’s even worse is that he was now convinced I was into him because I literally agreed to grab coffee with him. I felt so stupid about myself.

I let a man manipulate me so easily—a man I was literally warned about time and time again by my husband. That night I became determined.

I was going to get this psycho out of my life so I could grieve in peace. I was terrified, I have to admit, but I was also set on living my life as normal. I was set on showing him I was not afraid and that I could stand my own ground.