So, this actually happened last week, but I've been avoiding talking about it in the hopes that the problem would just go away if I refused to acknowledge it, but as luck would have it, that's not really the way reality works.
My ex-boyfriend is now a patient at the clinic where I work. I had to do his intake. I didn't even put two-and-two together when I saw his name on my schedule that morning, I think partly because neither his first nor last name is especially exotic or unusual, and partly because I generally don't pay a lot of attention to surnames of new intakes, since I only call out their first name in the waiting room. His first name is William, and there's probably eight or nine other patients named William. When I actually saw him, it still didn't fully register. I think for a few moments I sort of thought it wasn't really him, and that it was probably just a guy who kind of looked like him and I was being paranoid thinking it was him (because that's how I used to react every time I'd encounter someone who looked vaguely similar). Unfortunately, that delusion was shattered as soon as he recognised me and said my name.
I offered to get another staff member to do his intake, in the event that our history would make it awkward or uncomfortable for him to answer all the questions new patients get drilled on for intake. He not only declined that offer, but said he actually
preferred to do it with me.
I just...have no idea how to handle this situation. I'm relatively confident that he has no intention to do me harm. If he did, he would have tracked me down long ago, he wouldn't have just waited around for a chance encounter. There's part of me that almost enjoys the fact that he's in treatment for opioid addiction, because even though he probably did more drugs than I did when we were together, he always had this infuriating superiority complex about the fact that he'd successfully avoided developing any chemical dependence. Clearly, that's no longer the case. Mostly it just makes me incredibly anxious knowing that I now have to see him every ******** day for God knows how long. So far I've managed to avoid all but the briefest interactions with him since doing his intake by just trying to look really, really busy every time he comes in, but I know eventually I'm going to run out of ways to avoid having a conversation with him. I could always quit, but then he'd win, so that's not an option.
I haven't even told my partner, which I feel incredibly guilty about, but there's also a part of me that doesn't really want to tell him. I feel awful about keeping secrets from him, but he absolutely HATES this man (understandably so). The last time my ex tried to weasel himself back into my life, things got pretty ugly between him and my partner. I know my partner reacts the way he does out of love for me, and that he's trying to look out for me, but the amount of anger he has and expresses towards my ex makes me incredibly uncomfortable, and then I feel bad about feeling uncomfortable about it. I just don't deal well with anger, whether it's my own or someone else's, and even though I recognise that my partner's anger towards my ex is completely, 100% justified, I still don't don't like being privy to it. It also makes me really uncomfortable when people try to take care of me, or check up on me, or say and/or do things on my behalf, and pretty much the only time my partner has done all those things is when dealing with my ex. Even though I know it's more than reasonable for my partner to feel and act the way he does, I just...I don't know, I sort of feel like he's trying to fight my battles for me, and I hate that. I feel bad for hating it because I know it's well-intentioned, but...ugh, I don't know.
This is pretty much the worst thing that could have happened to me right now (besides maybe someone close to me dying or something). I guess in some ways, that's kind of a good sign, because in the grand scheme of things, this really isn't all that bad. It's awkward and uncomfortable and causes me a great deal of anxiety, but as bad things go, this is downright trivial. Still sucks, though.