Dear Ex,

When you broke up with me, I was sad for a few days. A week later, you appeared at my workplace and screamed at me, saying I had ruined your life because I broke up with you. This was confusing. You began to follow me in your car from place to place. Sometimes you blared music, other times you held the horn down getting as close to my feet on the sidewalk as possible. You called me in the middle of the night to tell me you were going to kill me. You called multiple times some nights. A few months later, I was walking with a man and you came up behind me, put your arm around my neck and shoulders and pulled me away. I was so surprised to find you touching me, I can’t remember what you said to me. I remember your face, demonic and spitting at me. I went to the authorities. Nothing. I asked my family for help. They fell silent. I went to a psychiatrist for help, he shamed me for being afraid. One day, you showed up at my house and started bashing my car and I called the police. There were witnesses. No one said anything.