The time I think my stalker pretended or hired someone to be a doctor at Parkland (Part 1: The night before)

I need to get the exact date, but, it was towards the end of April 2023... this is one of the things I have trouble talking or writing about because it's just so bizzar that I feel like people won't believe it actually happened even though it very obviously did. 

I should probably go back to therapy for the ptsd this crap has caused and issues with processing what's real and what's being done by him... hard to do when he did things to make me scared to go to a therapist, doctor, or police. I Still make myself go to some of those the best I can, but, I don't trust anybody at any place where I can get help and this is some of the ways he made sure of it so that I don't tell on him.

This is only part one, it needs to be told because these events lead to the incident at Parkland. 

Just a note, he did this like this with doctors, cops and therapists so that I'd have trouble trusting those people. He probably knew that if I talked to any one of these professionals and was able to explain what he was doing, they would file police reports and he would get caught for the prior stalking and hacking into my and my kid's devices. 

It worked pretty well, I still don't trust any of these professionals completely, but, I digress. 

The night before this, I was lead by "Actors" who would walk in front of me to get my attention while wearing certain colors or things and use hand signals or point to get me to go different directions. 

A gray backpack just like or similar to mine was a common way to get my attention. This is likely because it was the same tech backpack I recommended to him except smaller. 

It's a nice backpack, I still have it 2 years later.

Anyway, the pointing and people wearing gray for ok or blue for safe while wearing the gray backpacks would direct me around and of I made a wrong turn a person with a "black for attack" backpack who may, for example, be wearing a "red for dead" shirt may start to walk in front of me. 

Curiosity stated to get the best of me when I noticed these situations occurring at the time, and so I went along with it. It was also a way for me to study his behavior, his thought pattern and what he was capable of so that I could know more about what to expect and what he was capable of. So, Curiosity combined with the need to know what he is able to do so I can figure out how to protect myself both mentally and physically from him.

This day I must have not made a mistake following the people he sent out. They lead me through parts of The Medical District of Dallas to a bar almost under the Dart Rail called Celestial Beerworks.

Honestly, I had been outside for weeks by this point, I was hungry, I was tired and I was feeling very sick. 

But there he was, sitting at the corner of bar, with a mullet of all things, not wearing his glasses with a spray bottle pointing at him (the significance of that requires a whole other story about how I was getting tired of him having people harassand do performancesaround me, so I stole a spray bottlefrom a cleaning cart in a hotel and threatened out loud to no one that I was going to start squirting people). I sat on the other side of the corner next to him while he continued to ignore me and played his handheld game.

I kept trying to make conversation. He claimed his name was Hunter, and not knowing what to do or say in response without possibly triggering him or anything in public, I just sat there for a while. 

After a bit he was outside on the patio area with a group of friends. I got the idea to just walk up to him and call him by his name, the name I knew him by, Ely.

When I did, he looked up at me with his eyes related and a tipsy little curve to his mouth that signified that he had had enough to drink to be caught off guard by my familiar calling of his name, he responded "Uh, huh?"

As soon as he realized what happened he quickly corrected himself, "Wait, I'm not Ely, I'm Hunter."

I still hadn't wrapped my head around everything that was really going on at this point. Everything I had been through and all the ways I was finding that he was messing with me, it was all just very surreal. It hadn't registered yet that this man I feel for, that I have a key to my home just a little over a year prior was actually stalking and harassing me. I think the psychological term for it is "cognitive dissonance". Although I knew these things were happening, I couldn't wrap my head around what and who he is and who I used to think he was. 

It seemed like I, myself, had fallen down the rabbit hole behind him somehow. 

I lost it, "Why are you doing all of this?", I asked. "Why won't you just talk to me?"

I made my exit to the bathroom to calm myself down this was all just too much. I didn't know why, but I just thought there would have been some kind of relief from this entire situation by that point. 

When I left the restroom a manager approached me, told me I was making a guest uncomfortable and told me to leave.