We met at work. I was 45, he was a bit older. I had separated from long term DP two years before.
He'd been working abroad and came back to the UK and joined our company. His family was in Scotland. He'd bought a house locally and started to build up a social life and I had no reason to disbelieve him when he said that he and his DW had separated and were getting a divorce. Although I was familiar with the divorce process in England at that time, I had no idea how it worked in Scotland and took him at his word.
Within weeks we were virtually living together. We had regular meals out, weekends away in the UK and Europe and on a weekend in a five star plus hotel in Germany, he asked me to marry him and I accepted.
Everything was very rosy for the first 18 months or so. Then I started to push to meet his family. After all, this was a serious relationship, wasn't it? He dumped me out of the blue just before the Easter holidays and then changed his mind when the holidays were over. I went back to him, but with one eye firmly open, and eventually the whole story came out.
He was not separated and he was not getting a divorce. His DW was in the family home in Scotland with the youngest of their three children and the weekends he told me he was visiting his DM, he was actually with her. He had lied to me on an almost daily basis from the day we met until the day I said "No more".
I would not have touched him with somebody else's bargepole had I known he was married