My ex-boyfriend's family knew me before I knew them

When I first met my ex-boyfriend, it was through one of our friends, and we just started seeing each other. He didn’t tell me a whole lot about his family or his personal life, and I just assumed he was private, which I respected, since I was also a private person and didn’t like to talk about my past.<br><br>Things went on like this for a long time, and the only thing I noticed that was odd was that he never let me see him sleep. He’d always make up excuses like, “Sorry, I haven’t been feeling well, so I don’t think I can have anyone around me.” It got to the point where I decided we needed to break up, because I was starting to get too close to him to not be able to see him in his most vulnerable state.<br><br>The day I was going to tell him that I couldn’t be with him anymore, he decided to take me back to his house. He introduced me to his mom, and I noticed that she looked at me like I was familiar. She looked at me for a while, like she was studying me, and I thought that maybe my ex-boyfriend talked about me a lot, which I found a bit strange, but didn’t think too much into.<br><br>Then, she asked me about my favorite food. I was confused, because she had just met me. I told her my favorite food was noodles, and she smiled and said, “Your favorite food is spaghetti. You hate noodles.” She looked at my ex-boyfriend, and he looked ashamed. I asked her what she meant. I didn’t like spaghetti; in fact, I hated it.<br><br>She asked him if he ever planned to tell me the truth. I started getting mad, because I didn’t know what was going on, and I just kept asking her to tell me what she meant. Finally, my ex-boyfriend told me that I’d stayed with them before. I couldn’t remember ever staying with them, but he assured me that he was telling the truth, and that I’d just forgotten.<br><br>I was confused, but I believed him, and I decided to just roll with it. His mom kept talking about how she used to make me spaghetti as a child, and asked me if I still loved it. I never liked spaghetti, though, and I kept telling her that. She kept insisting that she’d bought it for me when I used to stay with them, and I’d always loved it.<br><br>I couldn’t take it anymore, and I knew that my ex-boyfriend and his family were lying about something. I decided to just leave, but they made me stay. They had dinner, with the spaghetti, and they kept forcing me to eat it, even when I told them I didn’t want any. It was a very confusing day and I didn’t know what was going on. I was just as confused as I was upset.<br><br>Finally, I got up to leave. My ex-boyfriend’s mom said, “I forgot you don’t like spaghetti. I made you your noodles instead. Do you still like to put the sauce on the side?” I told her again that I never liked noodles, and she just looked at me and said “you’re not yourself today.” I left and called a friend to pick me up.<br><br>After that day, I never saw or heard from my ex-boyfriend again. It was like he vanished into thin air. He never texted me or called me, just completely ignored me. I didn’t really care, because I never wanted to see him again anyway. It creeps me out, because I don’t know what his mom meant when she said, “You’re not yourself today.”<br><br>I don’t know what happened, or what she was talking about. I don’t know if maybe I was kidnapped and they made me stay with them? I just don’t know what happened. I feel like I missed a part of my life because somehow or another they knew me, but I don’t remember them.<br><br>Sometimes I wonder if I was kidnapped and just can’t remember. That thought really creeps me out, because if that happened, I won’t ever know the truth, since they just dropped off the face of the earth.