I was friends with him for six months, we met at work. He would walk me home at night to make sure I got home safe, we went to the gym together, went on runs together. Then he started treating me like shit because he wanted to become a manager. I told him that I couldn’t be friends with someone who would treat me badly just to become a manager at a chicken finger restaurant. I told my actual manager about how he had been treating me at work, how he would treat not only me, but other crew members badly as well. They reassured me that I wouldn’t have to worry about it, but in fact, nothing was done. Immediately after this he begins shoving me at work, escalating the bullying in every way possible. He began asking my friends for rides home from work, and then when alone, tell them that I was sexually interested in them. Anytime I made a friend at work. They would come to me and tell me that Z was talking about me, asking about my sex life. I tried to stick it out. I never said a word to him. But everyday that I would come into work would be hell. I knew it would be 8 hours of him shoving me, making petty side comments, messing up my work just to get me in trouble, having him talk shit about me within earshot. I would start talking to someone and he would push himself between us to cut me off, and isolate me. He would come up behind me and yell at me, with such hostility in his voice that I would get physically startled and tell my managers, and they would just shrug. He cornered me at work and tried to provoke me. They tried separating us at work but he would switch positions to come and stand by me and start harassing me again. He would report me to work repeatedly to get me fired, because I was posting about what he was doing on my Instagram. And when they still didn’t do anything. He tried to follow me home. But even when I told my managers that he followed me after work, they did nothing. A few days later he is asking to go to my friend’s house, a six minute walk from mine, and then begins interrogating my friend on whether we’re having sex. Finally I put my foot down. I quit my job, and I file a restraining order. But that doesn’t matter, because they didn’t believe me anyway. He showed up with two people who had been my friends, and had them testify against me. I sat there and listened to them LIE to the court, and I felt sick. And the judge believed them. Because the burden of proof is on me. Not on him. I lost the court case, and while I sat on the bus home, sobbing because no one would believe me, Z was on the same bus, two rows away, staring at me the whole time. He was happy, he was making jokes with my old friend, and they were laughing. Laughing at me sobbing, because no one would protect me. Today I feel sick inside. I don’t think I will ever get my justice. I don’t know what to do anymore. Part of me feels that if I want justice, I should just kill myself, because at this point I don’t know what it will take for someone to believe me. Believe that I am afraid, that I am being abused, being harassed, being bullied. There is no justice. My abusers defense was “I would never do that”, and they believed him. It didn’t matter if I had reported him for months. It didn’t matter that it had escalated to him following me home. None of that mattered. And now he feels like hes won. He gets to laugh at me, sobbing on the bus, he gets to continue harassing me, and continue harassing others. I am sickened by the people who showed up to testify against me, and lied to the court for such a piece of shit. I know they are lying. They know they are lying, and God knows. I can only pray that the knowledge of the truth destroys them from the inside. I am proud of myself for sticking up to him, and speaking my truth in spite of everyone treating me like I am crazy. I know I lost, but I looked him in the eyes and called him a coward on my way out, and that felt like a win. The only way I can receive justice now is by continuing to talk about what’s happened to me despite him trying to silence me. Z physically assaulted me at work multiple times. He spread rumors about my sex life, and tried to get me fired on numerous occasions. When I began speaking about what he did to me, he tried to follow me home. He is a predator and I will post this over and over again because this is my truth, and he cannot silence me
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