This woman’s experience is similar to the reader who discovered her boyfriend’s sex addiction and string of affairs while checking his email:
Hi, here’s my submission to the breakup story thread. I’ve also attached a song [that most resonates with the relationship].
Tyler and I had decided to move in together after two weeks of dating. At this point, he had already told me he loved me, retrieved his belongings that were being withheld by his crack-addicted roommate in East Oakland, and showed up at my doorstep the next day with a queen-sized mattress and a Maine Coon cat named Mona. As a 20-year-old living in San Francisco, somehow this all made sense.
It was only after he had developed a drug addiction and couldn’t hold down a job that things started to get complicated.