Just found out my ex boyfriend died.
He was a lot to handle while we were together. Verbally abusive, he threatened me a lot, jealous, etc. When I broke it off with him he stalked me for a while and tried to hit me with his car.
Even after the worst of it, he still popped up from time to time. I would see him random ass places. He found out where I worked and got hired there (though he was fired a few weeks later). I would see him at least once or twice every few month. Not sure if they were coincidences or not. I was always looking over my shoulder because I knew I would end up seeing him and be caught off guard.
Now he’s dead. I really don’t know how to feel. I can’t say that I’m glad that he’s dead. I’m saddened but not overly so. However, a small part of me is glad that I don’t have to be afraid anymore.