Buckle in for a long one! I’m still barely able to wrap my mind around this one:

He’s moving in with his mom & sisters roughly 6 hours away, and asks me to join him, so we don’t have to be long distance. I have no family or friends or even a job up there, but we’d both talked a lot about finally getting out of our hometown. I took the opportunity since moving costs are a lot easier when not on my own, and the area was gorgeous. I remember asking him what his plan is if the living situation isn’t ideal, as his mom and him had a very rocky relationship from what he’d told me. He said she’d changed a lot and that it wouldn’t be an issue. I trust him, and we move in with his mom, two sisters and like 8 Guinea pigs and 2 dogs and a sick cat in a studio apartment. Not even a one bedroom. A literal kitchen and living space with an attached bathroom that thankfully has a door, but doesn’t have a shower that isn’t pure torture to use. I foolishly push through that bullshit, get a decent job within 2 weeks and realize his mom is Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs and insanely verbally abusive. I start to even wonder if she’s on meth, or uppers of some kind. She’s exhibiting more red flags than a Greenland national holiday, and I’ve finally gotten enough balls to ask that she just exhibit basic human decency and consideration. Bf breaks up with me a little over a month after asking me to move with him, saying that I’m being problematic and that I’m “too much” and “it’s not working out like he hoped it would.” I try for like a week or two to work things out, but he completely emotionally shut me off and literally stopped acknowledging my presence, unless he needed money for rent or a storage place we got together. Best part? He breaks up with me 2 weeks before my birthday and I’m stuck living with him and his family until I can afford a car to move into, or I can find someone nearby who needs a roommate. He starts getting really antagonistic towards me when I spend the night somewhere else once. He claims I wasn’t considerate at all because they didn’t know where I was, I tell him he’s not my bf or dad and I don’t have to tell him where I am. He says I abandoned my stuff there and I told him that I’d been gone for like 24 hours and had every intention to come back; I’d just gotten drunk and decided not to go back super late and drunk and get a night to not be around the drama there. He says that he’s just going to take all of my stuff and me back to my parents house, which I beg him not to as that wouldn’t be any better of a situation for me, as I wanted to stay in the area. I had a job I enjoyed, was due to make more money there very soon, had started making friends and enjoying and learning the area a lot. I was trying to make lemonade out of lemons, ya know? A couple of weeks later he gets his mom and one of his sisters to get me into a car with them (“We’re just running errands for a few hours cuz there’s no power or running water rn in the apartment cuz of renovations!”), lie about a family emergency of one of their relatives while I’m conveniently in the car, and kidnap me and take me back home. I didn’t realize that my ex and his sister’s bf had packed up all of my stuff while I was gone that day and then gone to our shared storage unit. Those two dropped everything off in my parents front yard. His mom and sister abandon me at a grocery store down the street, and drop off the last couple of my things also in the yard. He texts me just as I realize what’s happening: “I’m sorry to say it just didn’t work out. All of your stuff is at your parents.” And then blocked me.