…In all this time, only three people have tied the real person to the blog without my help. One was told the URL by an irate friend; I am now at peace about this. The other two people, my parents, were told by God. I am most decidedly not at peace about this.
They know the address, but they maintain that they have not yet read the writing here. They’ve only read places where it’s been linked or mentioned on other sites. Therefore they seem to have an unnecessarily unbalanced view of what I’m writing, and by extension, of what I’m doing with my life.
I’m torn. I’ve been torn for the weeks since they told me of the trespass.
I could, I suppose, refuse entirely to discuss this with them. They stepped where I’d specifically asked them not to; it would seem reasonable not to let them gather any more knowledge than they already have. I could block their IP (for what it’s worth) or demand that they knock off the intrusiveness.
This option brings with it a boatload of complications. They already violated my wishes by hunting me down; they prolly aren’t going to be too pleased to be told that it’s not up for further discussion. Nor too willing to comply. Most importantly, it does not address the basis of the problem: They want more access into my life.
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