And, to all prostitutes out there who like to 'screen' their clients, pasted below is my exH's first email to me, which he sent three months after he ran away to shag whores. I have posted it before on other threads. It may as well get another outing here as it is pertinent to how many users of prostitutes work.
Here it is:
(apologies to those who have read this guff before)
"Dear UA,
You want to know how I am. Well, I?m working voluntarily for a small NGO in a
tiny village deep in the K5 minebelt in Cambodia. That?s physically where I am.
Psychically, of course it?s a different matter. I have to tell people that I
have a hypertrophy problem with my tear ducts because I have tears running down
my cheeks in the day. All I do is think about ds and you...I?m living in a hellworld ? one of my own making of course in which I?m no longer really a human being. I?m really just a broken shell. Dead. In the
evenings, when I?m not working and there?s too much time, I wander around in
the minebelt (though I often get stopped by kindly villagers). Then, I have to
drink whisky to sleep as I?ve run out of the supply of heavy-duty sleeping
tablets I brought from Phnom Penh. Even so, in the night, the demons come.
Usually at about 3am I?m woken by terrible dreams about being robbed, beaten,
hijacked, enslaved and being powerless to act.
Really, I just want to die. How can I be a father to ds now? All I wanted
was to live with you, be a good father, and be at peace. I absolutely loathed
teaching (not the interaction with the kids, but the fucking paperwork and
endless marking that I always tried to avoid). Even so, I?d have done it
without complaining for another 20 years if it supported us. You never got just
how physically draining it was anyway.
..... I shared with
you the only times I had without debilitating fear and insecurity, albeit they
were brief..... The paradox
is that despite the failures and the insecurities I loved and love you with
every cell of me. You were and are my soul. Sexual contact with anyone else is
a physical impossibility. A woman tried to kiss me in a bar in Phnom Penh some
weeks ago and I vomited all over the bar and all over her. I had to pay for her
clothes to be cleaned.
I don?t know what to do.... How can I describe what it is like seeing fathers
with their sons? It tears me to shreds.
I have to send this now. I?ve been sick twice since I started writing it. I
don?t know what I?m going to do. I am lost.
So sorry. You never deserved my shit. At least you have ds.
And you will always have my love.
*
He wrote this after he had been shagging prostitutes in Cambodia for two months, he was already shacked up with his Burmese girlfriend, he had enrolled on a teaching course (lied on his CV of course) and completed a masters diving course.
He was on FB already.
He thought I knew none of this.
I didn't at the time.
But I found out eventually.
Men like this will do anything to women, including rape them if they want to. They just hope no-body finds out.
Like many criminals, they plan, they execute and they hope they get away with it.
He is a respectable, educated, well qualified, good looking man.
He is a menace to women the world over.