Why Don’t We Take Stalking More Seriously? | The Walrus

C OLETTE MARTIN FIRST MET the man who nearly murdered her in 1997 at the Opera House, a now-defunct nightclub in Miramichi, New Brunswick. Then twenty-six, Martin lived in the nearby town of Baie-Saint-Anne, where she worked for her family’s fish- and lobster-buying company. She knew everyone in the small Acadian community, and everyone knew her. But the man she met that January night was originally from Montreal and visiting from Moncton, where he went to university and played for a senior hockey league team. He was in town for a game. She found him good looking and noted that he was younger than her. The two began dating, and for the first few months, “things were really good. I didn’t see any red flags,” Martin says. They saw each other in person whenever she travelled with his hockey team for games, as most of the players’ wives and girlfriends did. Decode the stories behind the headlines with The Walrus newsletter. Sign up for The Walrus newsletter and get trusted Canadian journal

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