Not my hubby

After we had been together for about 7 months, {The Ex} and I flew out to see my family. When we were in the airport, waiting for our plane for our return flight, I think there was a point where he got up to get some water and I didn't see him leave, so I was looking all around for him, but I couldn't go far, because I had to watch all over our stuff. He came back and I said, "I couldn't find you, I was worried." And he said, "Aww, you were like, 'Where'd my hubby go?'" And I gave him a strange look, because, dude, I love(d) you but you were NOT my hubby. I think I knew then that he was unsuitable hubby material. The jealousy. The crushing anxiety and neediness. The love-bombing, the expectation that I would give up everything else, the disappointment in me when I wouldn't, the disappointment in himself that he needed that. I could see him growing, but I didn't know if it would all add up to him being a life-partner. He was the best roommate I'd ever had, but only because he was doing everything in his power to please me, to make life easier for me, so I wouldn't leave him. Before I knew I had any reason to leave him.