Do I Warn the Woman He Moved In With?

Does she know?
Like really know?

Does she know that Kevin literally tried to kill me? That he strangled me to the point of losing consciousness? That he pled guilty to it?

She has to know. Right?
The idea that she doesn’t is actually insane.
How do you move a man into your house straight out of jail without asking a couple of follow-up questions?

I mean, I think she’s the one who picked him up when he first bonded out.

But then again… he’s charming. He smiles big.
(A smile I paid for, by the way—you’re welcome.)

And maybe he told her a story.
Something that made it all sound not-so-bad.
Maybe she wants to believe that story because believing the truth is just too horrifying.

Honestly? I get that.
It’s too horrifying for me, too.

Here’s the thing:
They were already dating when he strangled me.
A couple months in, even though he still hadn’t moved out.
We were “broken up,” but he was still living in my house—because, of course, he couldn’t afford to leave.

(Man, when I write this stuff and then read it back… I’m just like—what was I even thinking?)

So… she knew. Right?
She had to.
She knew the guy she was dating was divorced but so broke he couldn’t afford his own place.
She knew that’s why he pays her rent now.
She had to.

And now I’m sitting here asking myself:
Is it my responsibility to tell her the truth?

Because I remember being her.

When I first started dating Kevin, everyone hated him.
I remember people hinting—people warning me that he was kind of awful.
But I didn’t want to hear it.
I brushed it off.
I believed what I wanted to believe.
I was, after all, totally in love… so of course he was, too.

So what happens now if I say something?

Do I become the crazy ex meddling in their relationship?

Honestly, I don’t want to be involved.
I don’t want the drama.
I don’t want the mess.
I don’t want the fallout.

I’m tired.
I’ve had enough.

But what happens if I say nothing… and he kills her?

What happens if I keep my mouth shut to “keep the peace,” and she ends up in the ICU—or worse?

I don’t think I have a legal responsibility.
I barely even know who she is.
I only know she met him in rehab.
(Which… that alone kind of says a lot.)

I assume she has some support system.
Some tools.
Some community that can help her.

But do they know what he’s capable of?

Is it my job to tell them?

What are my responsibilities here?
What’s morally right?
What’s safest for me?

Because I want this chapter to be over.
I want to move on.
I want to stop looking over my shoulder.
I want to live a life where I don’t have to write posts like this.

But if someone had warned me…
Would I have listened?

And if I “warn” her now—and she already knows—what was even the point?

I’m not sure.
I don’t have the answers today.

What I do know is that this is a lot, and I am so tired of thinking about it.

I want her to be okay.

But I still don’t think that’s enough to risk reaching out.