Hi everyone.
I hadn't realised my first thread had filled up so quickly - I'm completely overwhelmed at how many people have replied to me - and how quickly you have all done it! And thank you to everyone who has inboxed me their support.
It has made me feel less alone.
Not much to update. He hasn't come home. The bags are still outside. He hasn't text or called and I haven't attempted to text or call him.
My sister has just left as she has to go and pick up her kids but she'll be back later. My daughter is with her dad until tomorrow so I have some time to think of what I'm going to do and what I'm going to tell her.
Some more things, which may sound like a drip feed so sorry about that - but to those that have asked if he'd done this before etc - he works only 25 hours a week on a rota basis, so early or late shift. I work full time week days. I earn considerably more than him. We have a joint account and both have our own accounts. I pay in a sum of money each month to the joint account which we can both access. Tenancy is in my name so I fully pay the rent. I know he has a credit card but don't know how much money he has in his own account, or what he owes on credit card.
He works 25 hours a week because he also has a 'hobby' which he is trying (unsuccessfully so far) to turn into a business. On days when he is not working then he will collect my daughter from school so that suits me.
I have never had any reason to doubt that when he was not working that he was anywhere dodgy or doing anything dodgy.
I have been cheated on before but I left him because of how distrustful I became and because I hated the person I had became, sneaking about to check phones and try to access their Facebook - I didn't ever want to be that person again. So I made an effort not to be that person again. I chose to trust.
I've known dp - or rather twatface- for over 4 years - I met him through a friend. He pursued me for a few months and we've properly been together 3 years. He moved in with me just over a year ago. I thought we were happy. I truly thought he loved me and my daughter. We rarely argued and when we did it was never serious really - just about small stuff. We had fun together. Our sex life was good. I felt loved by him. I never felt the need to try to check his phone or to ask him for the passcode or to ask to see his own bank statements or to double check where he was on his days off whilst I was at work. I always believed what he told me.
I feel like I've been taken for a mug - both financially and emotionally. And he was just some fucking cocklodger and he's been caught out and he's too scared to face me. He doesn't do confrontation well - prefers the easy life - the fucking coward.
I'm going to try to have a nap. I'm exhausted and my eyes are sore from crying.
I am going to contact him later because I want to know who she is and how long it's been going on.
I really don't think I will ever trust another man ever again.
I didn't rush into this with him after the split from my daughters dad. I saw no one else - not even a date - between dickhead1 and dickhead2 and I thought I'd chosen wisely. What a mug.