Nearly four years ago, I had a very acrimonious split from my partner. The situation back then was that I had to leave the country where we were living due to civil strife (the country's, not ours). The plan was that he would move over to where I had relocated, bringing my things with him. The things I'm talking about are photos of a backpacking trip I went on in my early 20's, before the days of digital and online, my personal diary, clothes, books, etc.
Anyway, long story short is that I realised that actually he wasn't very good for me at all and I was incredibly unhappy with him. I ended it over the phone, and unleashed all the wroth inside him.
He moved over anyway, started stalking me outside my work and my house until I called the police. After that, I heard nothing from him.
In the meantime, I've got married and had a baby, but I still pine after my stuff. I did email him a few months ago asking him where it was but I got a very rude email in response basically asking who I was and saying that he didn't remember me. I'm sure he's refusing to give me back my things as a measure of power and control.
I can't very easily go back to this country to get my stuff myself, because I wouldn't know where to start looking. Our flat was rented, and that was given back years ago. His parents have since moved house, and in any case I would feel very very uncomfortable seeing them again.
Truth is I only want my photos and diary back; I've been living without the rest quite happily. I will never get back those photos, and I hate to think that somewhere out there is my diary where my most personal thoughts over a 10 year period are open to be read by anyone who finds it.
Basically, AIBU to want my stuff back? Is it all a lost cause? I have honestly tried to convince myself to get over it, to forget about these things and move on, but I just can't. But that's exactly what I do have to do, isn't it?