There's a side of me that wants to help him. There's another side of me that wants to tell him where to go and what he can do when he gets there. I know that there are a lot of you who believe in the phrase "What goes around, comes around", that what we do to others ends up happening to us, too. I'm just having a hard time wondering if this is his comeuppance, or if mine would be forthcoming if I were to write to him and tell him what a real **** he was.
I think I'll take heed in another saying that I believe in. "Living well is the best revenge." My fortunes have been good ever since I got out from under this man's toxic influence. I've worked more or less steadily since leaving, I've found a situation where I'm really happy and appreciated, I'm learning new things for the first time in years, and I'm happy, a lot more than I ever was with my former company. Hell, my love life is even better than it was (although that might have as much to do with the testosterone cream that I've been using faithfully for several months now).
So, here's what I've decided: I will pray for him, pray that he finds a job, pray more that he finds himself. I don't feel comfortable extending the hand of friendship to him; he never was a friend, even when I worked with him as opposed to working for him, even though he told me that he was the only friend I had at my company. I don't hate him. I can't. My religious convictions, archaic and paternalistic though they might be *snark*, don't permit that, and I wasn't brought up that way.
Anyway, thanks for listening.