Nope, did not know until calling the prison counsellor to try and get them to stop him sending me multiple letters a week from prison. I had however already told him in no uncertain terms I never wanted anything to do with him after seeing some of the stuff he did like selling 15 year girls meth. When I met him I was in a dissociative disorder state, I thought my cat was my mum for fuck's sake, as soon as my wherewithal returned I was horrified and left, I had to call my best friend to lend me $100 so I could get home which she did. I mean this is YEARS old now and I've already recounted what happened so many fucking times. Get a life you douchebag. I'm not the first woman to ever be stalked by or have a run in with a sex offender. Is there something you don't understand about this? Have you ever even left your mother's basement?