A few years ago there was a story about a woman with a wonderful guy, in all appearances perfect man whom she adored. I cannot recall why she video taped that one day but she did and to her horror discovered that her "wonderful" man had thrown a blanket over her cat and proceeded to beat the cat for a long duration. The cat struggled to get out of the blanket torture session but each time the mad man pulled him back to pummel him more. The look on his face filled with such anger and hate that I became so fearful to know that this " perfect man" had an evil violent monster inside of him. Of course the woman had come home to a cat who could not speak of his terror and she would wonder was this the first time or one of many abusive sessions? There are people who wear masks to disguise just who they are and their intentions. Do we really know people? This story reminded me of my own struggle to free myself from an abusive relationship. The friendship started innocently enough with a person who appeared to be this "wonderful guy" with a huge heart and loving fans of his music. I was to discover this was just another " video cat beater guy" with false intensions with a gang of trolls. The stalking first occurred while I lived in Florida by an anorexic former heroin addict who for some reason focused in on me with games of harassment meant to humiliate me. My friend acted as if to set her straight so I relaxed and let the issue go as I knew she was sick. I know now he was in on the "good cop bad cop" routine meant to secure my trust and it worked. I had limited experience with playing games and believed everyone was upfront with good honest intentions. Again I was to learn some hard lessons in life . After my husband's sudden death I was so emotionally weakened I did not see what was in front of me, that I was caught up in a game made up by my "trusted" friend and his friends. I was harassed and made fun of told " you will never make in Hollywood, and Everyone thinks they are a model" , I know now I was actually being emotionally abused meant to keep me down . I truly believe it was the scrawny anorexic who made it her goal to keep me so beaten down that I would not attempt to reach out for any success . For a long while that worked as it was one attack after another and my "trusted guy" did nothing and frankly I did not connect him to any of the abuse. I thought he had cared but in reality the game was to give me just enough kindness to keep me believing . I was a game of humiliation and beaten down like the cat with a blanket of hate and lies, solidified by betrayal. One person tried to warn me as he said " they are making fun of you " it was the only true act of kindness . I really did not put together the harassment and prank phone calls, finally the ruin of my art work. This was all a game facilitated by my "good friend" the guy everyone thinks is so kind and loving as he manipulates the media he secretly seeks people to harm. I wonder was I the only one? I don't think so and I have escaped hopefully. He follows me to other internet sites and his trolls as well who seek to get some attention from him . I want none of it and the last interaction had him masquerading as some person with little lures and then actually posting to me . He verbally abused me yet again using filthy words and accusing me of " telling everyone about his life" no I did not he did that with his anorexic side kick. The anger and hatred frothed at me was alarming as he mentioned topics from years ago and then stated " your going to say five years was just nothing?" he was beyond angry. He was furious over my photos and accused me of ruining everything, the next day the post were taken down, but I of course saved them. I told him to get help and confronted his vile temper and filthy mouth, he is the worst coward ever, he is a punk. So unlike the poor video cat who could not escape I finally fought back when one of his terrible videos was released as I lashed out at him and left the post there for anyone to read. I am done with the mess I let happen and feel as if life is anew and positive . I gave him what he had done to me by his drunken troll friends and I feel bad that I did not listen to those good people who tried to tell me the truth. Be very wary of anyone from the internet, be cautious.