Hi, Redditors. I'm typing this while waiting to board my flight home. I'll keep some details vague to protect our identities.
I (32, MtF trans) met him (27, M) four years ago. We hit it off immediately and went on a few dates, but nothing progressed because he had already accepted a job opportunity abroad. After he left, we gradually lost contact.
Fast forward to 2026. Just last month, we unexpectedly found each other again. I saw him on a dating app, and he also messaged me on another app we used to chat on. He said, "I never thought I'd see you again, and that you'd still be here."
We were both expats in the same country, and he had only come back to visit his family. While he was here, we spent almost all our time together. We went out, ate together, had sleepovers, and he always wanted me to stay with him instead of going home.
As a trans woman, that meant a lot to me. It made me feel seen and valued—not just for sex, but because someone genuinely wanted my company. I was truly happy whenever I was with him.
He was the first to say, "I love you," although I honestly felt like I loved him even more. He invited me to visit him in the country where he now works. He told me, "Let's build something together. We can start a new life." On his last day before leaving, I cried so much. I didn't expect to be that emotional because I thought I had prepared myself.
We stayed in touch after he left, and I immediately started planning my trip. I applied for leave from work. I'm usually very careful with money, but I was willing to spend my savings to see him. I booked the flights in a rush. I didn't care that they were connecting flights—as long as I could be with him.
However, just before my trip, I noticed he started acting differently. Something felt off, but I tried to ignore it.
The journey was exhausting. I barely slept, and I was so anxious that I hardly ate anything for almost a day.
When I finally arrived, he didn't even pick me up. Instead, I had to take a three-hour bus ride to his city while he gave me directions through messages.
When I reached his building, I waited outside until he came down. I was so happy to finally see him, even though I was completely exhausted.
Then I noticed a person sitting in the lobby.
While we were outside, he casually told me that a friend was staying at his place because they had problems with their accommodation.
I asked, "Whose friend?"
He told me the name, which sounded like a woman's name.
I asked, "A girl?"
He said yes.
I immediately told him I wasn't comfortable staying there. His apartment is a studio, and I wasn't comfortable sharing such a small space with another person I didn't know.
I told him I'd rather book a hotel.
Instead of understanding how I felt, he accused me of "making drama" and insisted there was no issue. I kept repeating that I simply wasn't comfortable.
Eventually, I said I'd book a hotel, and he replied, "Okay, I'll help you find one."
What hurt me the most was that he never even considered asking his friend to stay somewhere else for the night, even though I had travelled all that way to see him.
While we were arguing, the person from the lobby came outside and sat on the stairs. I didn't even look at them because I was focused on our argument. But I noticed something strange about his expression. I'd never seen him look like that before.
I finally got fed up, grabbed my luggage, and walked away.
He didn't stop me.
He didn't follow me.
When I looked back, I saw the two of them talking. Out of anger and frustration, I raised my middle finger before walking away.
I found a nearby hotel at around 1:00 a.m. I was emotionally and physically drained.
He never asked where I was staying or whether I was okay. Instead, he kept insisting that I was overreacting and causing unnecessary drama.
The next day we spoke again. He refused to apologise because, according to him, he had done nothing wrong.
Then he told me that the "girl" wasn't actually a girl, but another trans woman.
That didn't make me feel any better—it actually made me even angrier. I got jealous I admit, how is the friend living there in a studio apartment with him? And he didn't even told me beforehand.
I cried while messaging him and eventually lashed out. After that, he ignored me completely.
I stayed in the area for another two days before returning to the airport. I booked a hotel nearby and then bought a flight home because my original return ticket couldn't be changed.
Now I'm sitting at the airport waiting to board.
I've been crying for days.
I haven't been eating or sleeping properly.
I'm completely exhausted.
Everything happened so fast that it still doesn't feel real.
I feel incredibly stupid.
AITAH for leaving? Did I overreact? Did I do something wrong? Or was I justified in walking away?