About 10 years ago, my first serious girlfriend and I broke up because she was abusive, and I've seen her at least a few times a year since then. For a few years in college she stalked me.

I recently saw her on campus. She gave me a dead-eyed, emotionless stare, and began walking towards me. Normally, I would ignore her or high-tail it out of there, but instead, I pulled out my phone and began speaking in rapid French, pretending to take a call. She doesn't speak French, and looked startled.

Then, I looked directly at her and made a throat-slitting motion. She was the one who ran this time, and I felt like, maybe, I've finally won.

After 10 years of terror, I finally stood up to the girl who has been stalking me for almost half my life.