I was with him altogether 11 years. He was a love bomber turned abuser and fantasist who assaulted me and I haven't seen him for loads of years. There's been a craft fair at an old people's home and he was there as a volunteer by the look of things. His sister was there too so maybe a family member is resident.
He spoke to me when he held a door open and said "there you go duck" with no indication he recognised me. I've hardly changed since I last saw him but can't say the same for him. How weird.
He looks 20 years older than me. He was dressed like a dustbin man with saggy jeans that were so long he'd walked on the hem. He looked a scruff. No self respecting woman would be seen dead with him.
I couldn't stay after that and left to go to the pub. It's made me feel so vindicated that getting rid of him was a great thing to do though it's also shaken me up as well.