(Ex!)Boyfriend said he was at the bar and that’s why he wasn’t home, checked his location (we both have each other locations) and he was at a friends house up the street that I told him I do not feel comfortable with him going there because it’s a fucking tweaker pad(while he claimed he wasn’t using, all his “friends” did. I was really stupid and naive)I call him and he calls me a bitch, told me it’s just the home owner and his other friend and told me to calm down. My crazy ass decides to walk over and they were in the garage with it open and there is plenty of other people there. I stand at the bottom of the driveway with my arms crossed just looking at him and he does the “oh shit” we get in his car, calls me insane, says I’m not his mother and I can’t do that to him. I tell him we’ve been together for two years and he’s a lying prick. Broke up with him that night.