Breaking Point
'When' turned out to be the 20th of July 2023 - at which time it seems she'd made her way back to Amsterdam. She sent a number of emails over the next four months which typically followed the usual pattern of being initially conversational followed by cod-psychology and then insults - and all in reply to herself.
So what prompted this sudden reinstatement of her email hate campaign?
It was later to become clear that her plans hadn't worked out since
she fled from the UK - but another factor would surely be that she realised
she was out of reach of the law. It was difficult and time-consuming
enough to take action when she was in the UK, doing so while she was
in The Netherlands would be practically impossible.
I have absolutely no doubt that she's savvy enough to have realised
this, just as she's been savvy enough to curate an air of being a professional
stalking victim - something she'd later use in an effort to con unsuspecting
donors out of their hard-earned cash.
And then this turned up on the 28th of October 2023:
I had not corresponded with Souren since the 12th of January 2009 when,
under instruction from the police, I sent her a final warning that any
further communication would result in the police taking action. I was
also advised by the police and other professionals that on no account
should I ever respond to her from this point forward.
I stuck to that advice....until the email above turned up. I'd had enough.
I'd put up with years of lies, abuse and libel - and here's this deranged
psychopath sending me a death threat. I responded. And boy did I respond.
And let me tell you, I freely and wholeheartedly admit to enjoying writing
every single word of what follows...
"I wasn't going to respond to any of your deranged emails - largely
because I know it's a complete waste of time. But it occurred to me
that you're quite happy to fire abuse and nonsense at me, and seemingly
without any consequences. And so - despite good advice from seasoned
professionals who say I should never respond - I'm going to have my
final say. And believe me, I'm REALLY going to enjoy this...
I really couldn't give a toss whether you believe this or not but I have never been interested in your shabby life. For all these years when you thought I was stalking you I was simply getting on with my life. Ordinarily I'd be appalled that someone could waste their years chasing imaginary ghosts and demons - but in your case I feel the hell you've built around yourself is more than richly deserved. I've put up with your abuse and tolerated your unbelievably disgusting hypocrisy - and if ever there was a time when I might have felt a pang of sympathy, it has long since withered away.
It's been said that you probably regard me as your victim -
and if so that's perhaps the biggest mistake you've ever made.
Your impact on my life is insignificant - though I will admit that there's
a small group with whom I share your ranting emails with (they call
you `The Batty One', btw) and there's some amusement to be had from
guessing at which point you're probably off your meds again. This is
what you've become; a pointless individual leading a pointless life
chasing pointless shadows. And, frankly, I don't care one bit. It's
your life, you're very welcome to it.
None of this will make any difference - I know that - but I will
at least have had the great satisfaction of getting a few things off
my chest.
And I can close with a little bit of advice. The next time you feel
moved to contact or reference me in any way, just try to remember that
I really don't give a shit. Maybe try to find another victim. Or just
fuck off.
You could print that out and stick it on your computer - just to remind
you what a waste of time it's all been.
As to the email below - rest assured, I will be taking this matter up
with the police. I will also be taking the matter up with gmail. And
if I hear ONE MORE peep out of you I will publish your insane, ranting
emails on various social media and my website. I have absolutely nothing
to hide, but my patience has run out - and I will expose you for the
deranged, vindictive lunatic that you are. There will be no further
communication.
Stephen Howard"
After I pressed send I poured myself a large whisky and revelled in the feeling of finally getting all that anger and indignation off my chest. I did file a report with Gmail, but to no effect. It rather made me wonder exactly what someone had to do to breach their terms of service. Hey ho. I didn't, however, subsequently publish her insane rants. I mean, what's the point? For a start it's a hell of a lot of work to collate the years of abuse. That I've finally done it now is because I've tried everything else. And this isn't even half of it. It would, quite literally, fill an entire book.
As expected my little outburst had bugger-all effect in the great scheme
of things - the rants just kept on coming...around 75 over the following
four months or so.
It was the usual stuff; there'd be a series of rants accusing me of
messing with her phone or her laptop, of interfering with her appointments,
of colluding with various people and organisations, some character assessments
and then, occasionally, the inevitable apology. Rinse and repeat, rinse
and repeat. Here's another particularly chilling one:
I had hoped that her move back to Amsterdam would bring things to a
close. She's spent most of her time in the UK (Southampton and Portsmouth)
railing against pretty much everything to do with the UK. The people,
the environment, job opportunities, housing, politics etc. And me, of
course.
Her move was sudden - but from some of her social media posts it seems
very likely that she 'did a runner'. There was some mention of a Section
21 order (which relates to eviction), and as she's pulled this sort
of stunt before I think it's reasonable to assume that she fled to avoid
what was coming. I can't be certain, but it seems extremely likely.
I was, however, a little puzzled by the fact that upping sticks and
moving to a different country isn't a cheap business. If it was the
case that she was about to be evicted then it's safe to assume that
she was skint (again) - so where did the money come from that enabled
her to move, and what was she going to do when she got there?
The answers, as it later turned out, were stranger than I could have
imagined...