From Redditor u/DocHoliday79:
Oh, story time!!! Classic love at first sight. I love you after two weeks. Moved in together after two months. Engaged after six. Been together for four years and change. Left my rent-control bachelor pad and picked a bigger apartment so she could have her art studio. Did everything together and split all bills 50/50.
She goes to Comic Con in NYC (she is an expositor). I help her pack. I drop her at the airport. Everything was fine. No signs of anything. She should be back in four days.
She never came back home. She simply disappeared. Ghosted. The day she should have been home I freak out that she might be dead just to find myself blocked on everything: email, phone, social media, the works.
Everything I know is due to the bills she left behind (all unpaid), the credit card we shared (she stopped paying two months before), and her cellphone bill (which T-Mobile was nice enough to give me a log [for] because technically [it] was on my SSN). Found one particular NYC area code over and over on the call history and put 2+2 together. She met him at San Diego Comic Con [a] few months before, and methodically and systematically put together a plan to abandon me, take as much as she could to NYC, and never look back.
Plot twist: she maxed out our credit card and Amazon card furnishing their new home in NYC. By the time grief turned into practicality, it was too late for me to cancel everything. I literally had to log in and see all purchases of houseware, made with my money, for a house I will never live in.
I could not live at our house or afford our lifestyle [on] one income alone. It wasn’t even the love part that hurt me the most, but the flat-out betrayal and economic damage (took me over a year of living paycheck to paycheck to get all balances to zero).