He knew his stuff was going to rot on the sidewalk had he not gotten his but over there to pick them up today, but he had to leave himself something to use to manipulate your feelings with and he left your stuff at home to do it.
This 2-year-old tantrum on the grocery store floor about the unfairness and outright insanity of it all is understandable, exhausting, but understandable.
This is what you will continue to do on and on and on until you cut it out of your life, stand up, dust off your Garanimals, and walk out of the market.
Was the 'just keep it' line seeping with martrydom, of course it was. Does it matter, not in my opinion. What matters is that you made the choice to let this trash end.
Just imagine the thought of you struggling week after week to get one item, then another, then another because you know he'll have some reason for only bringing them one at a time or some reason why he just couldn't locate the other items on that day - yadda, yadda, yadda. Weeks of throwing your hands to the sky and shouting FUBAR!
Why don't you vow to hit every roadside yard sale every Saturday until you find a Serenity Prayer plate, plaque, mug, needlepoint what have you to solemnly commemerate the moment you embraced your inner 2-year-old and stopped her fit. It will have all the symbolism in the world because it is about you and no EX-whatever.
Alice