I (39F) was in a now ended a 7-year relationship with my ex (M, 42), an actor/magician/server who also happens to be an alcoholic—something I didn’t know he was hiding from me for over a year.
When we met, he was charming, funny, and full of creative energy. But he never really grew up or grew with me. I’ve been in emotionally abusive relationships before, so I was hoping this would be different. But he couldn’t handle conflict. Every disagreement needed to be smoothed over immediately, and if I asked for space, he would push until I was panicking or yelling just to get him to stop. He couldn’t tolerate discomfort, even when he caused it.
Over time, I grew disappointed and cold toward him. He seemed unserious and emotionally stunted, like he never moved forward in life. I stopped posting about him, stopped engaging with his work, and quietly started emotionally detaching. I never broke things off because I was still hopeful, dislike my intuition screaming at me.
A year ago, I moved out of state to care for my terminally ill mom. He’d visit, but his efforts were minimal—unloading a dishwasher here, driving her to an appointment there. At one point he totaled a car that wasn’t even his (a friend’s car he was using for over a year with permission) while on the way to visit me. He was stopping at a restaurant to have a steak and drink when he should have been driving. I had to pick him up from a bar in the middle of the night two and a half hours away after he got drunk with the staff of the restaurant because he had no car and no money to extricate himself from the situation. I was already burned out as a caregiver, and having to rescue my grown partner like that pushed me even further away.
In the final month of our relationship, he told me he had norovirus. But what was really happening was that he was locked in his apartment drinking multiple bottles of vodka a day, not bathing, not going outside, and lying to me about it. Communication completely fell apart.
During that time, I visited his city for 24 hours, the day after my birthday —originally to attend a performance he was in, but he was “sick,” so I spent the time with my best friend. At this point I still believed that illness was really a problem and I couldn’t risk getting sick and bringing it back to my mom.
I became more and more concerned and tried to talk to his parents about it. They insinuated that everything was my fault and his mother told me it was “unforgivable” that I hadn’t dropped off soup or supplies for him across town. Meanwhile, I knew he was just drinking and spiraling, and I wasn’t going to enable him. That conversation made it clear they didn’t want to hear my side, so I wrote a letter to his parents explaining his behavior over the last year and the toll it had taken.
I was planning on showing him the letter but He found out before I could and broke up with me in a 5-minute phone call, saying we should go no contact because “it wasn’t good for us.” I think the letter was too much of a mirror he isn’t ready to gaze into. But then he turned around and texted my mom, dad, and stepmom—thanking them for welcoming him and saying he was “gutted” things didn’t work out, “thanks for making me part of the family”. It was like a PR tour. He’s still trying to talk to my brother on the phone after over a month of my brother dodging him.
Then he dropped my things off at my best friend’s house—along with a birthday gift and a card. Unopened … one from him, one from his parents.
I already thought that was hypocritical and emotionally manipulative. If he wanted no contact, why is he sending gifts and notes? Why did my family get more care and closure than I did?
But here’s the kicker … I just found out—while picking up my stuff from his place via my best friend—that last September, during my best friend’s wedding weekend, he tried to hook up with a mutual friend of ours. She was staying at his place for a night (we suggested it, thinking they’d get along), and they ended up staying up all night doing cocaine and drinking. She was in a bad place … doing drugs and sleeping around a lot, and apparently he made a move on her. I just learned this, and I feel humiliated. My best friend called him on his bs via text and he offered up the most confusing, contradictory and cagey excuse via voice note when she refused to let him explain and informed him that I was aware.
I have some of his things to mail to him (though he never asked for anything back — cologne from his mom, his underwear, books) and now I want to include the unopened gifts and cards. I also went to the Dr and got an std test just to be sure and want to include the results in the package. The petty part of me wants to reinforce to him that I know.
But I still wonder WIBTA for not just quietly accepting the gesture and moving on?