Five years ago I came home to the apartment my fiance and I shared to find all of his possessions gone and no sign of him either. I haven't heard from or seen him since. Until yesterday, when he and his wife and 2 children moved into the house acr...
Where do I even begin. I'm shaking while I'm typeing this right now. Let me give you a little background.
When I was 21 I met (we will call him Trey). I was visiting family in IN and went out with my cousins to a bar that evening. Trey was bartending. He was very forward and flirty and when last call came he handed me my tab for $0.00 with his phone number on it. I lived 5 hours away in a different state so I didn't really give it much of a thought until the next morning I figured I'd text him to thank him for footing my bill. He called me back asap and for a few months we talked everyday until things got a little serious and we started visiting each other on weekends. After he graduated he found a job about 20 min from where I lived and worked. We were together about a year when he asked me to move in. About 4 months of living together I got a great offer from a company in LA. I discussed it with him and we decided that it was a great opportunity for me and that we should go ahead and make the move. He actually proposed the moment we stepped into our new apartment. We were there for three months, all settled in and enjoying our new life. He finally found a job and everything seemed perfect.
I called Trey at around five on a Wednesday night letting him know I was working late and to just snack around for dinner. Everything about the conversation was normal and he said his normal "love ya and see ya soon, bye." I got home around 9:15 not even realizing his truck wasn't in the lot. I tuned on the light and pretty much half of the apartment's contents were gone. Xbox, DVD collection, all of his clothes and shoes were gone. He even took all of his bathroom toiletries. There was no sign he's ever lived there except for the pictures of us on the walls and coffee table.
Two years later I put in for a transfer that was closer to my family back home and ended up getting it. I bought a house last year in a beautiful nieghborhood close to my parent's. I was comimg home from a friend's yesterday when I noticed a family moving in to the house on the other side of the street directly across from me. Then I notice that the truck in the driveway looks insanely familiar. Then I saw the wife hang up a craft like wooden sign on the font door that said "The (Trey's last name) Family". I went inside and pulled out the wine. I drank myself to sleep and now I'm at work completely unfocused and incredibly freaked out dreading the drive home.
Edit: Thank you for all of your responses reddit. I really appreciate it. I am considering armorphoenix's suggestion. It's been 5 years since I've seen my baby Medusa and I'm just scared she won't recognize me.
Edit: Alright Reddit, I"m leaving work now. I'll answer more when I get home. I really don't know what I'm going to do or if I'm going to do anything at all. Either way I'll let you know.
UPDATE: I recieved an email. I will screenshot it after I respond and show you all. I didn't initiate contact and he still doesn't know that it's me who lives here. I've changed my appearance a bit so it's understandable. Thanks again everyone. This has been extremely painfull and shocking. Reddit has been amazingly understanding and given me a ton of reassurance. I honestly wouldn't know how to deal without my "anonymous" friends. Love you all and I'll post the update after I figure out my response.