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Input: Probably need some background here so here goes:

I am 27f, for about 2 years in college I dated a guy and it was such a toxic relationship that it's pretty much left and indelible scar. We fought all the time, we broke up and got back together easily 50 times and he did some truly terrifying things to me while we would fight (for example screaming at me while driving and then taking his hands off the wheel saying he didn't care if we crashed). I wanted to be equitable and say we were both responsible but he probably has some narcissism, definitely had substance abuse problems and he started most of the fights. I finally broke up with him for good and I'm thinking the last time I saw him was easily six years ago. 

I met my husband 4 years ago. To me, he's the dream guy. He's handsome, he's an ER physician, he's athletic, he's so sweet and thoughtful, he makes me belly laugh nearly ever day and we are on the same page when it comes to just about everything. It was love at first sight when he was in med school and I was starting work and we have basically been inseparable ever since. I would never cheat on him or anything like that ever. I love our life together and don't ever want to risk anything. 


My husband had to work all weekend and it's really important to note that occasionally he'll work with something at the ER that he has a hard time letting go of and I know I need to give him some space when he gets home and there is for sure some not good times to drop news on him. The specifics of the patient he treated are horrifying (it was a little girl, really that's all I want to say) and he's going to the hospital today about seeking some sort of counseling, i'm very proud of him but this is not the time to drop my drama on him. That's very important going forward with the rest of the story. 


So Friday night I got a call from a number I didn't recognize figured it was a robocall so I didn't answer. Voicemail was from my college ex-boyfriend. It basically said he knew this was out of the blue but he's been in addiction recovery and he's trying to make amends with all the people he hurt and if there was any way he'd love to meet with me to see if I could help him figure why things were so bad with us and how he could move on. I didn't respond on Friday night but Saturday my mom and sister cancelled their plans with me and really out of boredom and a morbid fascination with what my ex was up to, I called him back.


We met at a mall and he looked awful, like years of hard and fast living had really taken it's toll. We had a nice conversation for maybe 15 minutes and then he just started picking at me like we were dating again. He started accusing me of being distant and not appreciating small gestures he would do for me (like leaving meth roses on my car then expecting that would make me want to outdo porn stars in gratuitousness of sex acts). I must have regressed into my old self because instead of getting up and walking away I got defensive and we had an obnoxious fight right in the middle of the mall. Finally I had enough and told him flat out "Brent, THIS, THIS is why you have problems. You asked for my help and you wound up screaming at me for things that happened 7 years ago! GET HELP!" and I walked away. He followed me saying something like "I've always loved you, please don't walk away, I need help. I think we can make it work." The last thing I said to him that I was married and wanted him to leave me alone. He kept following me so I went into a store and told the very, very (like literally awesome amazing I'd love to give a shout out and get them business but not sure if it's ok) women that I was being followed so the let me in their back room while they called security. I waited and apparently that scared him off because I didn't see him again. While I was waiting I just blocked his number because I was sure a barrage of texts and calls was coming. After maybe 30 minutes two security guys walked me to my car and I was so freaked out I went and got my husband lunch, and spent the rest of the day hanging out in the ER break room and then followed him home when he left so we arrived together. 


I just told him that I missed him and since my mom and sister cancelled I was lonely and wasn't sure else where to go. He was very happy to have me around even thought we didn't get to see each other much. 


Part of me feels really bad for not telling my husband what happened but I know that after his work weekend my drama needs to come in a distant second to his mental health. There were many things in this where I am the asshole and I guess I certainly feel like it for letting my boredom guide me into a making a bad choice to having a screaming match in the mall to not telling my husband what happened. 


With all that, am I the asshole for any and all the above?


meeting with my ex to rehash his issues with our relationship and "help" him without telling my husband