Every writer possesses a wild imagination; it is the engine that drives us to create worlds of crime, romance, or fantasy. But there is a dark side to being a creator—not from within, but from the assumptions of others. For over 15 years, I have lived under a microscope of "guesswork" where every action I take is twisted to fit an abusive narrative.
For these individuals, my life is not my own; it is a script they are trying to direct. They have populated my world with "characters" labeled by numbers (1, 2, 3, 4...).
The Accusations: If I buy something, it’s a "clue." If I watch a movie, I’m "reporting" to someone. Even being sick is treated as a calculated move in their imaginary game.
The Numbered Ghosts: Numbers 1 and 2 seem to be their favorites. They’ve invented "exes" and "contacts" associated with these digits, insisting I am in constant communication with people who do not exist in my reality.
If these thoughts stayed in their heads, it would be manageable. Instead, it has evolved into active harassment:
Demand for Action: They expect me to host parties for these imaginary people or "find" them in the real world.
Invasion of Privacy: They assume these characters live in my home or communicate with me through the TV.
Erasure of Truth: Despite my clear statements that my book characters are fiction, they insist they are real people. They’ve even fabricated "living" parents or siblings moving to Canada, claiming every move I make is for them.
This nonsense has persisted since long before I started writing, but my career has unfortunately given them fresh fuel. Most distressingly, this "fan fiction" of my life has bled into legal matters, where their baseless guesses are treated with a seriousness they don't deserve.
It is a bizarre irony: I write fiction for a living, yet I am the one fighting to stay grounded in facts while others try to force me to live inside their broken fantasies.
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