My ex-boyfriend (2009-2014) was older than my parents. He lied about his age when he first met me, and he kept his meth habit very well hidden by indulging in it only when I went to go visit my parents. Towards the end, he was pressuring me to go visit my parents, but I didn't want to come home to rotting food, and the fridge was FULL of food at the time he was pressuring me to go, so I refused to go. Shit hit the fan. I didn't really put two and two together until after I left him and did some thinking about all that had happened and met someone who knew him before I did.