I’d love to say that after he got arrested, everything was okay. That he finally left me alone

I’d love to say that after he got arrested, everything was okay. That he finally left me alone, and that I didn’t have to deal with him anymore. But even from jail he continued to contact me. I told him to stop calling me but he tried to make me feel guilty for turning my back on him while he was locked up.One day he called me and said he needed me to write a job letter for him for court, stating that he worked for my company so that it would seem like he had a legitimate occupation. I still felt afraid of him, and I didn’t know what he would do if I didn’t help him. Regardless, I told him that I didn’t know if I felt comfortable writing the letter. He began cussing at me, so I hung up on him. He called back and when I didn’t answer I received a furious voicemail from him saying, “Yo, answer the phone.” I kept it as a reminder of how he would speak to me, in case I ever felt too dangerous an amount of compassion for him.I phoned a lawyer I knew and told him the story of what had happened, how he’d treated me during our time together and that he was in jail now, asking me to write him a job letter. I asked him for his advice because I didn’t know what I should do and I didn’t know how writing a job letter for him, which would involve me lying to the courts and saying that he worked for me, would affect me or my company.My lawyer friend kept his response simple. “Tell me one thing,” he said. “Why would you do this for him?”I couldn’t think of an answer.So I didn’t write the letter.This wasn’t about me vengefully leaving him to rot in jail. It was about me no longer making his problems my problems and no longer allowing him to bully me into doing things for him.I was slowly reclaiming my power. -- source link

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