My
Partners Betrayal
As I had discovered
the man that I had married was not completely honest - surprise,
surprise! Only after everything was all over did I discover
to what extent his betrayal actually was.
From the time
we had even been dating there was always someone else. My
ex’s choices were young girls - girls that he picked up from
his place of work, but anything female he would take too. My
appearance is childlike, tiny and petite, just the way he
likes them. I was used as a type of cover to help keep his
dirty little secret, make him look respectable towards his
family, work colleague’s and friends. That on the surface
everything was “normal”! Ha!
Life was miserable
at home with everything that had occurred, and was all controlled
by him. Fights occurred regularly, violent and very mentally
abusive. Nothing I did was right, but it couldn’t be! How
would he be able to pick up his next victim if we had a happy
life?! Having a bad marriage is the pick up line.
Only once my family
and friends who helped me escape from him, did more “truths”
come out about his nature, and what he had really been up
to. I was in our head office, which my partner and I both
worked at, but in different sections. This day I was told
about “the baby”! We were separated at the time, but this
day I happened to say I was divorced. The other employee and
friend of my husband said, “Was that because of the baby?”
Well, I nearly fell off my chair, jaw dropped and a shake
of the head – had I heard correctly. He went on and told me
more - the sad thing was I did know about this young girl.
She was only 14 years old and was pregnant. There were big
discussions on how to handle the situation with the managers,
as my partner had told me. Alas, he did not tell me the whole
truth. He had substituted parts of the story! I was told the
part-time manager had been the father of this particular young
girls baby, not that it was him. So, I was supposedly getting
all the information, but the most important part!
I always had suspected
about what was going on, but could not prove it and probably
did not want to believe. The man I fell in love with was such
a deviant - not the man I married. As we learn there is always
an excellent lie to go with the excuse. Your head is put in
such a spin that you don’t know what direction to go in.
My lesson is believe
in your gut feeling, those phone numbers that you find in
his pockets, fights caused for no reason, put downs about
yourself, strange phone calls at night saying “it’s work”
and amazing stories that you think can’t be true. Well there
not! He is seeing someone else. If someone lie’s a
little, they will lie a lot! The horrible thing is when you
are in love – you a blind, deaf and dumb. This story was just
the tip of the ice-burg. |
