but I guess this is where I belong now. I read here every day & so many people have situations similar to mine, so I just read. I tried so hard & even asked him to read/post here...figured the wise FWS's might help him out. But no. He did nothing. Always made himself out to be the victim. Anyway, in April, while I was at home doing the taxes (last minute) he went to a convention in Vegas.
Can you see where this is going?
Yep, he was nasty upon his return. Asked him for some info I needed & he scribbled on a piece of paper. Then told me I could shove it up my ass. That night, lo & behold! I found a receipt for condoms on the dryer.
I confronted him right away and he screamed in my face that "he had a right to cheat!" This is the guy that gave me high-risk hpv. He then denied that he bought them. Said his friend used his credit card.
The reason he said he had a right to cheat was because I won't have sex with him. I put a VAR in his car & caught him saying several times, "Damn! Look at that ass, I'd love to f**k that ass!"
So finally, he agreed to move out, and did so the beginning of June. I have had sporadic contact with him. But recently found out that he dropped the ball with regards to his insurance at his new job. Essentially, because he didn't take care of anything, my three girls & I have no health insurance. I wrote a letter of appeals, for him, to try to get it reinstated.
Now the good part, such as it is...he moved in with a friend, a cop, who has a girlfriend with a degree in psychology!
She and I had a lengthy conversation & she says she has heard a lot of inconsistencies. Essentially, she knows he is lying!
My STBX has 10 siblings, and I have had little to no validation from any of them. God, it felt so good to feel validated!
Anyway, he finally admitted to having sex with a stranger in Vegas, just this past week. He fessed up because he came to visit the girls & he started in about how much he wanted me. So, here I sit, finally opening up to you all. I feel lost and alone. I feel like crying most every minute of everyday.