text: _(note from author- I have posted both parts before on different subreddits, and this is an ongoing series. I'll add links to the orginal posts here if you want to read them in their OG format:_ _)_ _PART 1:_ AITA for leaving my bf over a cup of coffee? Before I start, I should establish a few things. I am F28 and he is M27. We have been in a long-term relationship for 3 years, and have been living together for the past year. Before this, he has done nothing to hurt me or offend me, he was practically the perfect partner. I guess that's a lie now though. Some outside perspective would be helpful. My bf has struggled throughout his life with a few addictions, the main one being teeth. He crushes them up and either sprinkles them on meals (including drinks) or just snorts it. He has been to rehab multiple times but was kicked out for trying to pry out the other residents' teeth and I have since given up on getting him to quit. I've just made him promise not to do anything of the sort near me (like when eating meals/drinking) and not to try and make me try, which he has done before. We've had a lot of problems in our relationship due to this, he's been arrested countless times after assaulting people on nights out for their teeth, and will sometimes even catfish on dating websites/apps to satisfy his teeth addiction. His friends don't seem to care about how much this is ruining his life, hes lost so many jobs because of this and sent us both into bankruptcy but they just ignore this obvious problem, encourage it even. I've broken up with him multiple times, just for a break whilst he got his life back on track a bit, and it worked for a while but now he's stopped caring. I'm scared for myself but also his health. I do love him and I can't bear to leave him when he's so vulnerable. That is, until today. Excuse spelling, my hands are still shaking and I'm still processing all the shit that went down. I woke up this morning with him hovering over me with a huge grin on his face. He thrusted a tray with a cup of coffee, some peanut-butter toast, and a single rose onto my lap and said "Suprise!!" He had prepared a whole tray of food so I could eat breakfast in bed, and, I'll be honest with you, I cried a little at this adorable gesture. Like I said before, our relationship has been really strained lately, and this out-of-the-blue act of romance seemed to be a sign to me that our rough patch was over and he was ready to move forward as a team, like we were before. Of course, I was a bit suspicious that maybe he'd done something drastic and was trying to soften the blow, but my naïve self pushed that thought to the back of my mind and settled down to enjoy my breakfast. I took one sip of the coffee and spat it out violently, retching. I looked back at my boyfriend fearfully and he was just sitting there on the other side of the bed, smiling thar strange smile. I admit I overreacted here, because I was scared he had tried to poison me or something, I yelled at him for about 5-10 mins, all "what the FUCK" this and "WHAT were you THINKING ASSHOLE" that and he just sat there with his stupid grin until i had finished. He then explained calmly that he hadn't meant to hurt me, he just put some ground teeth in my coffee because he was fed up with me trying to manipulate him into stopping when I hadn't even tried it myself. He thought maybe I'd change my perspective on the matter once I'd tried it but knew I would never do it willingly so he spiked my drink instead. I told him that this was a huge violation of my trust, and told him to "get the FUCK out of my house, IMMEDIATELY." He tried to object but, after realising I was not going to budge on the matter, picked up his stuff and left to go stay with a friend. I've since texted him saying that we are done, and to not contact me again. He's gotten all his friends to message me non-stop about how much of an AH I was, since it was an innocent attempt to get me to see things from his perspective, and that it's irrational and toxic to end such a meaningful and long relationship over a cup of coffee. I honestly don't know, so I need some outside perspective. Reddit, AITA for ending a relationship over a cup of coffee? EDIT: I fixed some spelling, have calmed down a lot now. For some reason I can't help but feel like this is just the calm before the storm, so here's my promise to make an update post if any more shit goes down. _PART 2:_ MY BOYFRIEND HAS A STRANGE ADDICTION AND IM SCARED ITS GETTING WORSE (UPDATE TO THE TEETH POST) So. A lot has happened (people of reddit, you are going to hate me). We... got back together. The situation stands as thus, for those who can't be bothered to read the previous post: -my (F28) bf (M27) is addicted to teeth. He refuses rehab and will go to drastic measures to get them. - he spiked my drink with ground teeth to get me to 'see from his point of view'. -I broke up with him and all his friends called me an AH over it. This was three weeks ago. ...about two weeks ago an adorably decorated basket with loads of cute shit inside it was left in front of my doorstep, along with a homemade card he (my bf) made himself. It was a picture of me and him with the note 'I'm a fucking idiot, I've given up teeth and EVERYTHING ELSE, please love me again, your dumb bitch of a bf, (his name here).' I was so taken aback by this cute as fuck show of love and guilt, he knew what he had done was wrong and call me an idiot but I was willing to give it another try. He had even started to give up his addiction for me, which truly meant something, right? The next week went by like a dream. He treated me well. We spend all day together (and the nights too... if you get what I mean). But, most importantly, he gave up teeth. I was so proud, honestly. He was doing so well. So, so well. Until last Monday (A week ago today). I- I dont really know the best way to say this. Holy shit. I'm still in shock, i- He killed someone. Scrap that. He killed multiple people. He was gone on a 'business trip' (he had found good work) for a few days and came back with a 'suprise' for me. (The business trip was about 4 hours away so I wasn't worried about him doing anything whilst he was gone, if you're worried) Anyway, the suprise was a cooler box full of this weird meat..? I thought it was strange that he just had this unpackaged meat in this box, but he wove this elaborate story about it being gourmet pork from a butchers in the area he thought I would enjoy. He said himself that he had some and said it was the best thing he'd ever had. By the end of his ...what i can only call a rant, saliva was practically dripping from his mouth, he was smiling broadly and had this rabid look in his eyes. I got scared, honestly. It was so unnerving. He looked like he was high, super dilated pupils and everything. His head was turned ever so slightly so that his cheekbones stuck out at unnatural angles and his neck was just too long for the rest of his body, making him look like some monster, not quite human. I cooked the meat to the best of my ability, turning it into some kind of stew, and I noticed as I was cooking that some especially bloody bits of meat kept on disappearing. I shrugged it off and put my stew into the slow cooker to cook overnight. It was only when I walked into our bedroom that night that I found out he was sneaking them out of the cooler and eating them raw, leaving blood and small chunks of raw meat all over the bed and carpet. I slept on the sofa that night. I didn't say anything, by now I knew something was up but I was scared to do anything about it. The stew was ready just in time for lunch, so I served it up with some roast potatoes and sat down at the table to eat. Bf was asleep, but woke up as soon as I called out that lunch was ready, and ate his whole plate (and all leftovers) in seemingly no time at all. Before I could say anything, he quickly hugged me tight and whispered into my ear, 'Thank you for seeing sense, I knew you would turn around in the end. We make a great pair, you and I.' He was breathing really heavily, and his breath had the unmistakable smell of teeth lingering on it, hidden slightly behind the stew. I spun around and grabbed his wrist just as he was retreating back into the bedroom, and I asked him 'what the fuck he meant by that'. He looked shocked, and then began violently punching himself in the face, yelling 'stupid, stupid, STUPID-' over and over again. I was super fucking freaked out, I grabbed his other wrist and sat him down, and waited until he stopped trying to hurt himself. Once he had calmed down, I calmly but firmly told him to tell me what he had done or I would call the police. Turns out the 'business trip' was an excuse to go out with his friends, who I had told him to cut out of his life because of their toxic behaviour, and do loads of teeth without me knowing. He also told me he had been dabbling in cannibalism, and was really enjoying it. He and his mates found a few people making out in an alleyway, and killed and ate (some of) them. The stuff they didn't eat, they split between them to take home. Bf sprinkled teeth over his portion for what he calls 'food of the gods'. He said that he doesn't see what he's doing as wrong, since he only eats what the gods tell him he can(?!), and believes that the gods thank him for exterminating the unholy and purifying them by eating them(?!?!?). Needless to say, I called the police anyway, and him and his friends are now being charged with multiple counts of murder (first degree). We are now officially broken up lol. People of reddit, I know I was wrong for giving him a second chance, but I have a bigger question that's been playing on my mind and eating me up from the inside ever since I found out about what he did. I feel like this is all partially my fault.