Things have been going pretty okay lately up until a few days ago. I bought a house and got engaged. I went no contact with my ex a little over a month ago. Something I probably should have done a long time ago but as I'm sure most of you can understand, he's extremely manupulative and I hadn't ever been able to do it. He's been blocked on everything and a majority of his friends and most of his family members have been blocked as well. It took me 6 years and him almost killing me to finally realize how dangerous he is. I went to counseling at a domestic violence center. I've been working really hard on trying to take of myself. Saturday was my birthday. I was my house by myself cleaning out the garage. I swear I heard footsteps walking up the driveway (definately not something that ever happens. I live 8 miles outside of town and don't get much traffic.) I peaked outside and didn't see anyone. Just blew it off and figured I was going crazy. Not even a minute later, I saw his truck drive past. I'd like to think it was just some coincidence and believe everyone when they tell me I've been under too much stress and was probably just hearing things or maybe it was someone else's truck that drove past. But the chill I felt in my bones tells me that my instincts are right. I've never felt fear like that. Hell I had never been afraid of him but now every noise or sudden movement has me ready to jump through the roof. I thought that things were finally starting to look up and I was on the other side of this nightmare.