I got accepted, but had to start the semester after she did meaning we would be slightly long-distance for a few months. My first long-term girlfriend and I were going to go to the same college. It took 8 years for me to finally get the divorce from him. I deleted all my personal social media accounts and lived in fear for years, watching him continually make memes about how he loved his wife and would do anything for her. I ended up talking to our friends, and told everyone conflicting information about where I was going, and moved states. Then he bought a gun, and started telling our friends that 'if he cant have me no one can'. He then stalked me for the next few years, and made posts on his FB about how I was a coward, he sent emails and called from blocked numbers to tell me that 'a restraining order is just a piece of paper' or that 'our vows before God made me his property' and sh*t like that. I had my friends come to the house that day and kick him out while I went to work. I confronted him, he made a bunch of pitiful excuses. She had sent him a pic because he had said how he missed having big tits like hers to play with, and how mine were just too small so he felt like he was f*cking a boy or a child. I was shocked and opened it to find that they'd been dating for a loooong time (started again while he was at sea in the Navy, he would talk to her and never to me, saying that he never got the time to email). I asked to use his to finish an app, and while doing so a message popped up on his FB.Ī topless pic of his ex, from her.

I was applying to universities when my laptop died on me. After about 6 months, he gained weight on purpose to fail his physicals so he'd get kicked out of the Navy.įast forward a year, I'm working full time, and he is sitting at home, watching anime and drinking during the day, and telling me that he 'was applying to jobs'. When he came back after his deployment, he wasn't the same person anymore. He was shipping off to sea, and I was escaping a bad home life. We got married when I was 17, and he was 21. We celebrate our 32nd wedding anniversary this year. The best friend and I ended up hooking up, at first as sort of a revenge-f*ck kinda thing, but turned serious. We broke off the engagement without a lot of drama - she kept the ring. Eventually we met, and the confrontation was minimal and tame. I eventually get back to the States and planned to play it off as though I didn't know, but too many of my friends intercepted me with the news that is wasn't just the one guy, but several, and let me know that she knew that I was aware. We write back and forth several times and eventually it comes out how she caught them, how my fiancee begged her not to tell me, and that the fiancee didn't know that we were corresponding. One day i get a letter from my fiance's best friend telling me that she caught my fiancee and her BF together (this was years before email and smartphones were common). I was in the Navy and was out on deployment for 6 months after just recently getting engaged (it's one of those stupid things that young military guys do). Pocket_Ninja456, Priscilla Du Preez Report When we get up, we’re gonna make waffles. 3 years later I’m in bed next to my man, replying to a reddit post about a long ago mistake. I do regret looking at his phone, but I don’t regret that it pushed me out of a failing relationship. You don’t even have to mean it, I just want us back together again!” (Mind you, I was NOT in a good place emotionally and self esteem wise.) Divine intervention must have struck me because his response was, “I’m an alpha male, and alpha males do what they want.” And I was so blown away by how far I’d fallen in respecting myself that my first thought was, “Well you alpha single now.” Our final phone conversation was me saying, “Please just apologize. He admitted he cheated and all I wanted was an apology. This went on for a few weeks and I just wanted us to go back to normal. He was still super defensive and began arguing with me in front of his sister and her bf so I got up and left. I followed and asked if that was his dealer since I thought he was planning to relapse on heroin. When he came back and I asked him, he blew up and began yelling at me that I was invading his space and he has a right to talk to whomever he wants. Typical conversation like “hey how was your day? Haven’t seen you in a while” sort of stuff. I looked at his phone when it went off and saw it was a young girl.

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