I (21 F) dropped my partner (NB 22) off at a mutual friends (23M) apartment yesterday so that I could DD for them later that night.
For context, I work on saturday nights from 4-10pm so as much as I wanted to join for the whole night, I didn't have the time to. I came in the apartment and hung out until I needed to go to work.
I had assumed this would be like the other times they drank together without me, so I drove to my job which is about 45 minutes away.
During my shift I got some rough drunk texts so I knew things were out of hand.
I got off work early around 9:30, got into my car and drove over. I didn't have our friend's appartment address since I am almost never the driver. I called my partner for the address to no response, so on my own I pieced together where the apartment was based on some of the stores around.
By the time I got to the appartments I walked up to their unit and started knocking on the door.
I sat knocking on that door for 20 minutes hoping for someone to either come to the door or answer their phone. For a second I thought I had the wrong unit, but I knew it was our friends because he had a custom rug of his kitty.
Eventually I started to feel bad for just sitting in the hallway, especially when there was neighbors giving me the evil eye as they went to their unit.
I went to wait out in my car for another 30 minutes to once again, no response. After the clock hit 10:50 I decided I needed to go home otherwise I would fall asleep behind the wheel.
After finally getting home and feeling utterly defeated, I am bombarded with calls. My partner is crying begging me to come pick them up, claiming they need me and they can't stay with their friend and they needed me.
Already hurt, I was not in the mood to play therapist. I was firm with my boundaries, telling them I was going to sleep. They repeatedly disrespected that. I had recieved well over 20 calls and voicemails before picking up again and explaining exactly why I was upset. They immediately resorted to "you don't want me staying with our friend" and "so you're just going to abandon me". They did everything in their power to just keep me on the phone and I guess convince me to pick them up?
Not in the mood for this bs I got their dad to drive over and pick them up. They had to pick up the medication they left at my place which I put outside on the porch with their other stuff.
As an abuse survivor, I do not tolerate manipulative behavior. This is the first time they have really shown their true colors with me and it was alarming to say the least. I haven't decided to break it off, but I have put in place that we aren't talking. AITA or WIBTA?