I once had a similar experience to Robin finding Ryan’s alcohol. Not with a boyfriend (thank goodness) but a housemate, I was 22 and a student. He and another housemate who had recently moved out to live with her boyfriend were 25/26 and working. I knew he drank a fair bit, but hadn’t twigged the extent.
I was going on holiday and packing to move out afterwards. I couldn’t find a suitcase of mine that I hadn’t used for ages. I looked in a box room that my housemate mainly used for music and computing and was also a kind of dumping/storage area.
I found my suitcase, under loads of other stuff. It was heavy and full, so opened it. it was full of empty spirit bottles and many opened and unopened official looking letters, which seemed to be to do with debts 😨
The icy feeling described in the book captures it well. Luckily my housemate was at work. I went and sat down - I was shaky. Got a sugary coffee. decided that I was leaving imminently and although we’d got on well we weren’t friends so I’d pretend not to know.
I found an empty holdall style bag of his in the dumping area and moved the letters into that, zipped it up and shoved the bag at the bottom of the stuff. I put all the bottles into bin bags, did two trips on foot to the recycling bank. Took my suitcase into my room and packed it. said nothing to him. Left on good terms.
After I moved out to another city and he phoned and tried to claim that I owed him £250 for ‘bills’ I realised he and my other housemate had overcharged me for rent and other things while I’d lived there. I said no to his request and never saw or heard from him again.
I think he did the drinking bottle, ‘exercising’ thing too. Sad.