What clue? An STD. We met in High School and he is the only man I have been with in my life. Over the course of a few days as I looked into any possible way for what was happening to be something other than what I feared I picked up his phone and his internet page was this site.
Heartache? Hurt? Pain?
In the beginning yes. Incredible anger followed. Then numbness.
I fought every single urge to confront him as I looked into what it was all about. Then I found an attorney who discussed ways to find out more and advised me on things to do before confronting him.
I have all his email passwords now and I see everything he texts. He simply seems to have thrown away family and commitment to feel like some sort of stud? Really. How can anyone feel more manly having to pay for sex?
Why have I written this here? I don't know. I started several times to write something and each time I stopped and shut it off. This time I pushed the button.
Am I throwing away an investment? Not at all. I'll have everything I expected and more and our children will as well. The only thing I won't have anymore is him.
Hate the illness? What illness?
No. I hate him. I pray there is a hell and that his soul burns there for eternity. As well as the ones from this place that he sees.
Why does my writing here result in messages offering sex? Why would any self respecting woman want to lay with anyone here?
You ladies that have spoke of having made your peace? Good for you. The next time he lays with one of you if I drop his stuff on your porch will he get any sympathy? A place to sleep?
I've been reading and learning and trying to understand how it all works and why. What it is he finds so appealing in a place like this. What it is all about. I have no intention of believing anything he has to say on face value.