Rings And Seemingly Insignificant Things

Rings and seemingly insignificant things

I still wear a ring he gave me in the early years of our relationship.  I used to look at it as a testament to my commitment to him.  Now it’s a placeholder until I can find something more suitable; I’m not ready to go naked just yet.

I’ve switched hands at least.

I’m at a bit of a loss for what to do.

For Canadian income tax preparation you are issued a document from each of your employers called a T4.  This document summarizes your income from that employer for the year, plus other things like your employer and government pension contributions, gov’t benefit deductions, income tax paid to date, etc.

One of my (past) employers last year, despite multiple emails, failed to change my home address.  So, guess where the damn thing went. 

Good news:  I don’t need this thing - employers not only have to send it to their employees, they have to send a copy to Canada Revenue which makes all your tax documents available to you online.

Bad news:  This document has lots of juicy personal information that identity thefts just love like my social insurance number (My gov’t issued ID number) and full name. Safe to say in someone’s vindictive hands, this document can cause me some serious headaches down the road.

I’m sure he feels he has me by the proverbial balls, here.  What a perfect way to force me to speak to him.  Here are my options so far as I can see:

1. Not respond: Run the risk of him posing my info on the likes of reddit or 4chan. 

2. Respond by email: Ask him to shred it.  Run the risk of him not doing so and posting my info on the likes of reddit or 4chan anyway. Also spark correspondence back and forth that could could and likely would turn ugly. 

3. Respond by email: Ask him to return to sender which would allow me to confirm with my previous employer that the document was returned unopened. Run the risk of him not doing so and posting my info on the likes of reddit or 4chan anyway. Also spark correspondence back and forth that could and likely would turn ugly.

4. Respond by email: Force a family member to speak to him and pick up the document.  Oh man, I can just see the walls of text I’d receive after that “humiliation”...

5. Respond by email:  Set up a time to pick up said document from him myself.  Possible scene. Possible assault.  Possible murder.  Likely traumatizing.  Certainly my least favourite option, but the only way I can ensure I get it back.

Any words of wisdom? Thoughts?

P.S. He’s not blocked, it’s just just been almost two months since I’ve responded. 

Landscaping

If you continue to read below you will hear more about my personal hygiene than you signed up for.  You’ve been warned.

I confessed this story to someone and their “WTF?!” reaction prompted me to post.

I used to shave my pubic hair.   All of it.  It was the only way he liked it. For those of you who’ve never done it before, or don’t have a vulva you’ll just have to trust that it is a seriously tedious and arduous task. 

Sometimes I wouldn’t be prompt with my upkeep.  It was such a pain, and there were so many things in my day that I had to do. There were constant complaints from him about how women find them selves good men, settle down and just let themselves go.  Then they wonder why their husbands cheat on them.

So one day I guess he just got so frustrated with me dropping the ball that he was going to take matters into his own hands.  Literally.

I was showering and he came in the room ( I curse EVERY bathroom lock we ever had for PURE INEFFECTIVENESS).  Without asking, he got in the shower with me and grabbed my razor.

He started shaving me.  I’ll admit I did not protest too much, but I was obviously uncomfortable.  That progressed shortly to physical manifestations of panic, fear and anxiety: dizziness, nausea, difficulty breathing, chills (while in a hot shower no less), but I managed to hold back tears.

He got angry with me for shaking and losing my balance and went on a rant.  I had once again ruined what could have been a sweet and sexy moment.

Apparently I don’t know how to keep my cool with a razor-blade centimetres from my clitoris when it is in the hands of someone prone to outbursts and no idea what he’s doing.

When he got out and stomped off in a rage, I let the tears flow silently.

Two calls from him today.

Didn’t answer.

I took it off tonight.  

Rings and seemingly insignificant things

I still wear a ring he gave me in the early years of our relationship.  I used to look at it as a testament to my commitment to him.  Now it’s a placeholder until I can find something more suitable; I’m not ready to go naked just yet.

I’ve switched hands at least.

Sad Things.

I found a list of names. If things had been different and I had a girl, we would have called her Alice.