I did write this to post here before this happened and copied it so i'll post it anyway. What a difference a day makes huh lol.
I do feel a bit vulnerable, yes, my world was truly ripped apart by this person i had told that he was the only person apart from my kids i had ever truly loved.
But i no longer feel responsible for him cheating. Hard as he tried to blame it on me.
I'm proud to say I never have cheated and I never would, I know what it feels like to have it happen because I had every partner i have had do it to me and I wouldn't want to give that 'bottomless-pit feeling' to anyone. I wonder what it would have been like now if i had stayed split up from him when i was PG. I had just stopped crying myself to sleep every night when he came back, and i think i was just so pleased i didn't think what he might have been up to (stoooopid) nor did i think, hold on, i'm soooo over you, fuck off. I had missed him so much. Of course he was so bloody nice when he came back
I know this isn't love, not for him anyway.
The man i thought i fell in love with, never existed. It was all lies. No matter what i do or did, even if my ex had never phoned me that once, he would have cheated. I know that. It hurts admitting it. It feels like i am not enough. Like i tell other people on here, don't be like me, always wondering, could i do better? Am i good enough? Will he always be looking for another woman? My mind says i'm not to blame for him cheating but my heart says otherwise.
He had a rough home life, and a lot of shit relationships, and he obv just wants to know that a lot of people love him, well because women are more open than men, what better than to surround yourself with adoring females? And if you happen to fall naked on top of one or two of them where's the harm in that as long as nicki doesn't find out?
I had a really rough time as a kid. I do not need to surround myself with people who adore me. People just naturally like me anyway. I act just as i am and i wouldn't change a thing, except maybe that my DD was abused, but my life i would never change because all the bad experiences have made me who i am.
And i LIKE who i am. And so do other people. I don't need to search for these, they radiate towards me simply because i am me, and i am a nice caring thoughful person.
I chose not to break up with him at the time i found out but I have to tell you I felt so inadequate and I doubt I will regain my confidence anytime soon. It really does feel horrible. I told him when i had him back that i would never seek revenge for it. And tbh i never have. I don't check up on him, i believe him and i trust him to the best of my ability but its wearing thin now.
The bottom line: This person does not love me like i deserve to be loved ? and all i can do is recognise him for what he is, for what the relationship is, and spare myself another time being cheated on. Because i know he has done it before, if the modus operandi was the same as the one he went to see in wales. He argues with me, leaves, stays away for about two weeks, then comes back and muggins here lets him do it!!
Cheaters, i was told, are very insecure and try to shore up that insecurity by cheating. They're like small children who always want that shiny new toy, but are too greedy and selfish to tell the old toy they don't want to play with them any more. They want both.
Yes, he is greedy and selfish.
And he tbh has scarred me for life along with the other two twats i went out and stupidly had kids with (i do not regret any one of my kids... just the crappy choice of sperm donor )
I don't want to be the type of person who jumps ship at the first sign of a leak but fuck me, thinking about it, he has stolen the whole of the bottom of the boat hasn't he lol.
Well now he will find out what its like not to be 'the one'
Now i've fucked him off.
Forgiveness is earned, not awarded. Just because he says he is sorry doesn't make it right. It's just a word. The actions of being sorry need to accompany the word.
And he hasn't really been sorry. He's been nasty, evil, twisted, has found time to complement other women but not me, sworn at me, sure, he was great when i had the baby but hell, so he should have been cos for the rest of the time he's been an utter wanker.
We have only stayed together cos i have done all the work.
It could only heal if we both worked hard and only i have worked hard, he doesn't give a shit about me. He hasn't helped to repair the breach of trust. He still has his tagged account, he still has the Ow x however many on MSN, he still has his Facebook set to single and looking for another slag woman.
He put mine and the babys life at risk. From sexual diseases.
And....
Cyber sex? How can i feel good about that ffs. He would throw me and the baby away for fucking cyber sex?
He should have just done me a favour and let me go and find someone who loves me so much that they do not need cheap thrills by having cyber or any other form of sex. I hope he will regret this mistake for the rest of his life. But i doubt it. He has no regrets. Doesn't care about anyone but himself.
I wonder if he would have come home, had i not found out, and been doing that online while i was in hospital having just given birth to his baby? I wonder if he would have done it while i am sitting next to him feeding his baby?
Every day is and was like a nightmare rollercoaster of emotions that i can't get off of. Sometimes i'm afraid that i won't live through this, and sometimes, i wish i wouldn't, it is so painful.
I do not hate DP but i hate what he has done to me. I hate that he betrayed my trust, my love, and our relationship. When he made love to me, or told me he loved me, or calls me sweet names, i thought they were for me and me alone. When he knew he wanted other women why didn't he just leave me alone to find someone who would want me, and be faithful to me, and make me happy? Why create a baby with me if he knew he probably wouldn't be there to help me raise our son? I loved him totally and my heart is screaming and its hard to breathe through the pain he has caused me. I know it is affected our baby, this stress, and i know it affects him now so i try not to feel it, not to suffer it.
I cry at times because i do not understand why, after everything, i can not seem to bring myself to hate him. I will look into my sons eyes every day and feel hurt that he did this to me while i was pregnant with my son. I will see him in my sons eyes, and the things my baby does that will remind me of the good that is in his daddy somewhere. I want to tell him that i forgive him. I don't need his help to be the best i can be, to be a good mother to his baby, i feel sorry for him because he does not know what he lost in me when i found out what he had done to me. I feel like he has stolen my life, he stole my life and i can not get it back.
Don't get me wrong, I love forgiveness. I am a huge fan of being forgiven, and making up and all that. Where I fail to understand is why we hold on so dearly to the people that hurt us so. Man cheats on woman, treats her like dirt, then within a year, professes he's sorry, it was a mistake, and he loves her more than anything and that he would never do it again.
"I'm sorry, what was that? You broke my heart and want a round two? I don't believe the anniversary has even come around. Oh, but you've changed so much within that miniscule amount of time. I tell you what.. I not only forgive you, I'll spread my chest open wide for you to do it again. I love you. Shoot me again and again."
Wake up. There's something better out there than a constant battle of hearts, a war of who love who. There is hope beyond the pain, beyond the torture of risking a heart for the sake of love and forgiveness. There are people out there, good folks that want nothing better than to make you smile, make you laugh. They want to make you feel loved, not to make love to you. There are people who's only goal is to make others around them happy. Who would rather die than cheat, who aren't even tempted to cross the line of destruction, who know where they stand and that is by the ones they love. These people, these great folks are the ones who you can lean on, never worry that they have hurt you, never worry about risking your heart because they are not willing to hurt it. These people don't get a second chance because they never screw up their first chance.
Me? I woke up one day, went about the usual things, loved my partner, went to work, felt his baby moving, went home, loved him even more, waved goodbye to him when he went off out (to a friends birthday??) turned on the pc, opened an email off someone, and all of a sudden my life as i knew it was gone. I put my heart and soul into this, 'us' i lived to be a girlfriend to him and looking forward to being a mum to his baby..i put my everything into it and it turned out to all be a lie on his behalf.
I feel i don't know who he is at all any more.
I mean, if he could do all these things, and i never knew, then what else might he have done?
Its terrifying to find out that someone you spent nearly 3 years with, sleeping in the same bed every night, is a complete and total stranger. He says he knows he loves me, and he's sorry he 'hurt' me. It seems like such an insignificant thing to say. 'Hurt' is not even close. He has destroyed me.
I sent him a text on that night, when i was babysitting, and he did not even bother to reply, yet the online conversations from the same night were quite long and detailed, indicating effort put in with these girls online that he did not want to put into replying to me?
I know it sounds odd, being upset about a simple text in the midst of all this, but hey, nothing really makes sense any more.
I wish he would just tell me the truth. It hurts even more being kept in the dark. How many more are there? How many more women...i have messages from about six so far...what number am i on a scale of one to ten in the gullible idiot stakes lol. Yes even when he was lying there next to her i could not think of anyone else. I was in bed with my arms round his shirt missing him like hell and wondering why he left me, why i never do anything right by him, wishing he would just come to me and i would have taken him back right there and then, sobbing my heart out into his shirt wishing it was him, awake, feeling his baby moving inside me, until the light came the following morning...and he was lying, probably with his arms around her, probably having done other stuff i don't know about, and not thinking about me at all. As she said, and sent the message to prove, he told her he sleeps in the buff, and "she would have to put up with his body right up the back of her", and to think about the "fun they would have trying to get to sleep".
To read the kind of things he was saying to them makes me feel terrible and i cried and cried until i was sick when i read them. That karen said he showed her him masturbating on webcam and she did the same. God only knows who else is going to tell me that he did the same with them. humiliation is not even coming close on this one. My partner shares his body with other women... and watches them doing the same thing, so obviously he found her sexually attractive, and they were comfortable enough with each other to do this, and it escalated to a point where he argued with me on purpose so he could arrange to go and meet her.
He even took the piss by asking me to bring his clothes to work..the ones he knew he was going to see another woman in.
He watched me dying inside every day. He knew i missed him and wanted him back, i made that very clear. Yet instead of making the effort to do that, he drove all the way to hers with the intention of meeting her for sex. So why is it that he is the first person i have chosen to try and work it out with? I wonder if he realises, or even cares, that while he was in bed with her, i was cuddling his shirt in bed and breaking my heart wishing he was there?
I want to ask him to tell me from the minute he got to her house, what happened, what he said, what they did. But i know if i did, and he actually told me the truth, it would torture me for life. I know i keep on reading the emails i got from these different women, mortified that they didn't know he has a pregnant girlfriend, telling me the conversations that took place, the promises he made to them of coming over to see them, some of them had the same messages on the same nights. So now i feel shit because i am so crap that he didn't want to replace me with just one other woman, he wanted more. So, again i ask myself, why i am still with him. why i choose to forgive, knowing as i do that he will no doubt do this again, probably just covering his tracks better?
I did not deserve this from this man or any man. Especially not the father of my unborn child. Sometimes love overrides our thinking skills. But i know now i haven't forgiven, not really. I say i have, sometimes i FEEL i have. But i cannot forget. HE LEFT ME AND* OUR UNBORN BABY . For a sodding legover
A good person doesn't do bad things to the people they love.
I just can't forget it and it seems every day gets worse. I think about it almost every minute of every day. I'm depressed and crying all the time when he is not around, and when he is around I'm really just kind of ...numb.
I have had enough. I am GLAD he is gone.
This is great i have just read it before posting it and now i feel even more pissed off. He better not show up on my doorstep crying lol.
Might do something i won't regret (places bucket of mop water ready underneath bedroom window)