@ALittleBitConfused1
Same thing happened to me...I (24) was very upset one Saturday night, as neighbours were making a din at 3am and I had to be up for work at 7am Sunday morning....I cried a little to partner (25) and said I wished we could move (rented property).
Went to work Sunday, came home at 8pm....opened the door, wondered why there was a key on the hall floor...partner had completely stripped the flat, his belongings, my brand new stereo and some of my furniture while I was at work, and then posted his key through the front door...and run back to his mummy...
This was in 1993, so before mobiles and the internet. I didn't even have a landline! I remember rushing out to the nearest call box and having to ring his mother, screaming abuse at both her and him and threatening to call the police if he didn't return my property....he did, that same night...
All this time later I still can't believe what a coward he was. I'd broken my ankle badly earlier that year, tearing all the ligaments in my leg as well and had to take months off work as it wasn't healing properly. I'd lost a lot of weight and had a fall re-breaking the ankle a week after the initial plaster was off. He wasn't the greatest support but I'd put that down to him being super busy at work. When he left, I'd only been back at my own work (in a very physical job) for a week...
Anyway, long story short, I wish I'd been more dignified the day he left, even though I still think the spineless weasel deserved my anger.
Silence is golden. And dignified.