Another Middle Finger

Another Middle Finger

He forbade me from ever going to a bar again. "There is nothing for you there."

I went dancing tonight for the first time in years. My ears are ringing, my feet hurt, and I had a bit of a panic on the two occasions I was approached by males doing the mating ritual. But I had.... fun?

I might go again.

Everyday.

Two calls from him today.

Didn’t answer.

My mental state is not so good right now. Sorry but I can't today.

I survived that. I survived him. I can survive this. I can survive anything.

Update

He dropped it off in my mailbox last night after he was done work ( 4am). He called me at that time but my ringer was off. He didn't leave a message. I can't say I'm disappointed by this anticlimactic end, and I'm breathing a sigh of relief.

I remained steadfast in my resolve and did not respond despite all the baiting. Despite the texts that filled me with rage. Despite the voicemails that broke my heart. I feel like I've won.

So why do I also feel like absolute garbage?

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.