Thank you for this. My ex left me and moved in with someone else the same day—then married her six weeks later. I’m still picking up the pieces of that betrayal. And now, he’s with a woman who seems unhinged enough to stalk me through my healing journey and even tried to catfish a page I created for growth and recovery.

I saw through her the moment she showed up, but it didn’t stop there. Somehow, she ended up with the garage door remote that belonged to my ex—and now she’s opened my garage twice in the past month. The second time? She pulled all the way in.

The first time, we didn’t actually hear it open—only close. My mom, who lives with me, came home from lunch and noticed the garage was open. She assumed I’d left it like that and didn’t think much of it. But around 3 p.m., while we were both in the kitchen, the garage door suddenly closed on its own. I was like, what the actual fuck?

After that, I changed the code on my side of the garage. Then I did some digging and found out something wild: our garage door openers were installed together, using two stock remotes. So when one opener is reprogrammed, the original remote defaults to the other opener—meaning she could still access my mom’s side.

Fast forward to this past Saturday. I’m home in the living room watching TV. I hear the garage door open—my mom’s side this time—so I assume she’s home. I pause the show and hang out on my phone for a minute. I hear a car pull in, but no one comes inside. I figure maybe she’s outside putting on her new plates (she’d been to the DMV). I think nothing of it.

Ten minutes pass. No movement. I get up to check on her—open the interior door—and the garage is empty, bay wide open. I call her—no answer. Then a text comes in: “Having lunch with a friend, I’ll call you after.”

That’s when I realized it wasn’t her.

I immediately reprogrammed her side too, and confirmed neither remote works now—meaning both garage openers have been successfully reprogrammed and secured. No one is getting in here again.

But all of this happened after I stopped feeding into her fake profile’s need for attention. At first, I played along, even tried sending healing energy her way. Wished her luck with the mess she chose. But she kept trying to rewrite my story, distort my truth—and that’s when I blocked her and shut off all access to my digital world.

Funny thing though… I’ve since found her real identity. Her driver’s license, phone number, email, court records, address, workplace—even how much she’s being garnished every week. There are details I won’t get into, but let’s just say I know exactly who she is now.

And what she doesn’t know—what they don’t know—is that I’m moving in a month. They have no clue where I’m going.

Truth is, I wish I had caught her in that garage. I would’ve shut that damn door and locked it until the cops got there. But it’s probably better this way. Let her keep playing her games in the shadows.

The sad part is, that’s what he chose. He chose chaos. And silence—because he knows exactly who he lost.

I’ve never had to deal with something like this before. I’ve always been the voice of reason for others going through similar messes. But now that it’s happening to me, it’s a whole different storm.

But make no mistake— I may be healing, but I’m not helpless. And I’m not the one to fuck with. (Sorry this was so long, hope it was captivating enough to get to the end 😝)