I’ve told this story before on here and there’s some logistical information necessary for it to make sense, so bear with me. Long story short: I feared for my safety with reason, and they wouldn’t do anything to accommodate that.
I was in my last year of undergrad and had just broken up with my ex, so I moved out of the apartment we shared with our roommate. He seemed to be really emotional about it, and really wanted to stay friends. I agreed, and three days after I broke up with him, he asked me for a ride to his dad’s, because he didn’t have a car.
The town his dad lived in and the one we did were situated along both a highway and a train line, and I closed four nights a week alone at a diner in a third town, between them, but the trains didn’t run much outside of mornings and nights, so he would have had to wait several hours to get a train. I had to work that day anyway, so I just left a little early.
While we were in the car, our roommate called me, and though we didn’t know the details at the time, we knew that he’d been in prison for many years and that he’d killed someone as part of his crime. He realized during the course of our call that I knew and she made me take his key when I dropped him off.
Turns out my ex had beaten his mother to death, gone to prison for 15-20 years, and lied to everyone we knew about everything. Someone who is willing to brutally murder their mom is definitely willing to kill an ex girlfriend, so I was pretty terrified for a while there. I called my job to ask about changing my schedule, but they were completely unwilling to give me any flexibility or schedule anyone else to close with me. Given that he could easily take the train from our town or his dad’s to the one I worked in and I was completely alone in the last business open in a commercial area for an hour each shift, and that I had been the one to essentially on the spot evict him, I didn’t want to take the chance. I quit just before my shift and mailed them my key.
I have a google alert for his name, and a few years ago, he went to prison for violating a restraining order and beating another ex girlfriend into a coma. Thankfully, I live in another country now and he’s definitely not allowed to get a passport.
I’ve told this story before on here and there’s some logistical information necessary for it to make sense, so bear with me. Long story short: I feared for my safety with reason, and they wouldn’t do anything to accommodate that.
I was in my last year of undergrad and had just broken up with my ex, so I moved out of the apartment we shared with our roommate. He seemed to be really emotional about it, and really wanted to stay friends. I agreed, and three days after I broke up with him, he asked me for a ride to his dad’s, because he didn’t have a car.
The town his dad lived in and the one we did were situated along both a highway and a train line, and I closed four nights a week alone at a diner in a third town, between them, but the trains didn’t run much outside of mornings and nights, so he would have had to wait several hours to get a train. I had to work that day anyway, so I just left a little early.
While we were in the car, our roommate called me, and though we didn’t know the details at the time, we knew that he’d been in prison for many years and that he’d killed someone as part of his crime. He realized during the course of our call that I knew and she made me take his key when I dropped him off.
Turns out my ex had beaten his mother to death, gone to prison for 15-20 years, and lied to everyone we knew about everything. Someone who is willing to brutally murder their mom is definitely willing to kill an ex girlfriend, so I was pretty terrified for a while there. I called my job to ask about changing my schedule, but they were completely unwilling to give me any flexibility or schedule anyone else to close with me. Given that he could easily take the train from our town or his dad’s to the one I worked in and I was completely alone in the last business open in a commercial area for an hour each shift, and that I had been the one to essentially on the spot evict him, I didn’t want to take the chance. I quit just before my shift and mailed them my key.
I have a google alert for his name, and a few years ago, he went to prison for violating a restraining order and beating another ex girlfriend into a coma. Thankfully, I live in another country now and he’s definitely not allowed to get a passport.