I suppose I was stalked.
I had a girlfriend I didn't seem to be able to break up with. Every day I'd make sure she was clear that we'd split, then every morning I'd wake up with her next to me in bed. My flatmate would let her in because she felt sorry for her. Then she'd just hang around and talk crap at me all day while I tried to think of a dumping solution that wasn't too mean.
Sometimes I'd pick up my phone and see she'd called me 30 times in the last hour. The phone would ring again, I'd grudgingly answer and she would always have nothing to say to me besides "I'm watching TV".
Then one day I didn't hear from her at all. Instead of being relieved I grew increasingly worried. After a couple of days her friend called me. It turned out she'd had a complete schitzophrenic breakdown and was locked up in a pretty appalling mental hospital, so drugged up she couldn't even talk.
Now it's 6 years later and she's out of the hospital. After extensive ECT she's well enough to be out in the real world, but I doubt she'll ever be able to get a normal job, for example. I still keep in contact with her and she has long stopped following me around, but I'll always have this feeling guilt that I'm to blame.
Sorry, not a very funny story.
( Zuowan, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 10:03, 1 reply)

That's not your fault
but your flatmate's clearly a moron.
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 15:45, closed)