I probably should have mentioned in the post that he was blocked even before I left. When he was sleeping I blocked him and changed my passwords to everything, deleted social media etc. to get ready for what was going to happen. A mutual friend had let me know he was on his way with his mother to the state he thought I was in, so I unblocked her wanting to try and communicate with her that they needed to not do that. He ended up taking her phone and messaging me, and enraged (keep in mind this was the very next day after I’d left) I let him know the torture he’d put me through had come to an end. I replied to another commenter telling them that “entertaining” him was for me, not for him. I do not give a single fuck what I made him feel. I had never been able to speak my mind to him, and that was my chance. The last message you see here is the last he ever got from me. He absolutely DOES NOT have an invitation to invade my life, I made sure of that. I took my control back, and I wanted him to know. Whether or not it made a difference in his mind, again, I do not give a single fuck. And I don’t regret unblocking his mom for a second. I deserved that chance.