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This last December, my boyfriend and I got engaged. We’re both 24 and graduate students in different programs at the same university. My freshman year, before we met, I dated another guy at the same school. I’ll call him K. He was a senior and was graduating that year. It was my first relationship with a guy (I didn’t come out until I got to college), so I’ll admit I probably rushed into things. I fell pretty hard for him, but he always seemed kinda distant. K was a super outgoing person and had a big group of friends he’d go out with nearly every weekend, but would never invite me to go along. In fact, I only ever met two of his friends ‘accidentally’ when I showed up to his apartment to surprise him with a fountain Coke from McDonalds (which for some reason does taste better than from anywhere else). When we were alone he was always super sweet and would talk about how much he liked having me around, but never wanted to go out in public together.

Near the end of the year, K landed a job in the same city as our school. I had been wary of talking to him about our future before, since I didn't know he'd live/work after graduation. But now that I knew he was going to be around for the foreseeable future, I decided to confronted him about my concerns. We had a long conversation, which essentially boiled down to ‘thanks for the fun and support, but I can only ever see a future for myself with a woman.’ Obviously it hurt a lot. I left his place in tears the next morning, and in the time it took me to walk home he’d blocked my number and all my social media. It took me awhile to get over it.

Anyway, fast forward to last week. Despite living in the same town, I hadn’t seen K since we broke up. One day after work I stopped for a guilty pleasure dinner at Taco Bell and K's there. We make eye contact and he nods. While waiting we do the awkward ‘how’ve you been?’ chat. He makes a comment about the ring on my finger, and says congrats. I take my food, head to my fiancé’s apartment and tell him what happened. We laugh, and quickly move on. The next day I get a text as long as a CVS receipt from K. He talked about how he’s missed me and had wanted to reach out earlier. He said he knows he could make me happier than my fiancé could (which, no lol) and he wants another chance. I try as nicely as I can to tell him no, he missed his chance. He changes tactics and talks about how lonely he’s been and can't talk to his friends about it. I told him sorry, that’s not my problem. He then basically says if I don’t talk to him, I’m responsible for any negative impact on his mental health and any ‘consequences’ that might bring. By this point, I’m over it - I tell him to fuck off and block his number.

I don't want anything bad to happen to him,  but I don't think it's my problem anymore. So reddit, AITA?

telling my ex to fuck off