First husband left me in a lot of debt, and took everything we owned, I was in a low paid job at the time. I struggled and scrimped to afford to rent a little house then spent a couple of years gradually decorating and furnishing it. I managed to pay my debts off and although I struggled, I was managing.
Had been seeing a bloke for around 18 months and he begged me to move in with him. Literally begged. He bought a lovely house, which needed some work so he moved in with me while it was being done. All his money was going on the house so I pretty much supported him. At one point he lost his job, and was terrified of losing his home. I told him not to worry, that while ever I had a home, he did too.
After more begging I agreed to move in with him when the house was done. We booked our wedding and I bought my wedding dress and arranged a huge hen party. I took out a loan for this, but it wasn’t a problem as we were having all new things for the new house, so I was gradually selling my furniture.
Five weeks after I moved in, after giving up my home, selling or giving away everything I owned and taking out a loan to pay for the wedding he announced he didn't love me anymore as I was fat. He wanted “space’ and chucked me onto the streets that same day.
I’d worked my arse off for two years to get back on my feet, most of which he watched me do, and he sent me back to square one in just five weeks.
Actually the worst part is that there wasn’t even another woman as such. He’d got a new job with a prestigious company and decided that he needed a better girlfriend to fit in with his new mates, and needed to be free to go out and find one.