before my first psychiatric hospitalization in high school, I had confided in my ex best friend (though he was romantically obsessed with me for years) my plan to end my life, in great detail. A few months later, we had had a falling out and I reached out at some point trying to make amends. Mind you, at this point I was harboring much guilt and was far from realizing how manipulative and abusive he was. Anyway, his response was along the lines of:
"I don't want to hear from you. This world would benefit from being rid of your poison. I wish, last year, that you had drawn up that hot bath; grabbed that razor; cut into your skin and felt the coldness overcome your body as you bleed out into the water.
Do not ever contact me again."
anyway, it took me years to finally escape this person. even then, a year after ghosting this dude, he made sure to send me a message just as I was beginning to get over the first phase of post-abuse trauma. I had even moved to a new town to escape the stalking and reminders. anyway - it read, approximately:
"hey, I just wanted to reach out and remind you that you really are terrible, and I hope that I never run into you or see your face again."
not as terrible as the former, but still enough to re-expose all of the right wounds and remind me that he was still there.