A CUTIE PIE: About three years ago I broke up with my ex of five ears for a variety of reasons. My ex did not take it well. He stalked me, loudly confronted me in a quiet library, read my personal emails, told all our mutual friends I cheated on him (I didn’t at all and he knew this), wrote a very lengthy post about how I was a terrible slut online, and told me he planned on parking outside of my apartment complex because he wanted to “talk to” the guy I was dating. During this time, I relied heavily on my best friend. I told her everything, she was my shoulder to cry on and the person I knew I could call at any time of day to complain about the next scary and invasive shenanigan my ex was up to.