I let my NVM ex creep back into my text messages. Then I let him creep back into my living space to return a (really expensive) bra. Then, I let him creep back into my bed. And you know what? It wasn’t even that good. It was perfunctory. I was a masturbatory aid for him. He didn’t care. Afterwards he told me that he was trying to have a relationship with me because he was too scared to try polyamory again after getting his heart broken years before we met, but that he didn’t have any malicious intent. So really he had spent our entire relationship lying and gaslighting me and telling me I was wrong when I would point out that we wanted different things.

Now I’m left with the emotional wreckage. All the progress of the last two months has been shot. I feel like I’m back on day 3 of the breakup. I’m randomly weepy. I’m again mourning the person that he pretended to be.

Block and delete is the way to go. He only wanted to keep a foot in the door.