Like an 18 year old idiot, I hopped on a bus the week after I graduated and left home to go stay with my 26 year old online boyfriend. We had first met on a gaming site when I was 16 and we had talked on the phone and video chatted ever since that day. This move had been in the making for over a year and I had literally counted down the days. I couldn’t wait to be with my love in person, and to build the life we had dreamed of. My aunt and uncle had raised me ever since I was 3. My mom was a druggie who would rather sleep around and go on binges than take care of her child, so they took me in when she lost custody. They officially adopted me when I was 6 and they had always been my mom and dad. I loved them to death but I had to grow up and start to build a family of my own.
When I got there, things were a little different than I expected, and from what he had claimed them to be. The “nice place” he had was more like a decent motel at best and he barely worked part time. Even though I was a little dissapointed by the state of things when I got there, I decided to look past it and focus on us. This was our beginning, there was plenty of time for us to make more. When I finallt spoke with my parents to let them know where I was, they were so sad and dissapointed. My aunt actually cried and pleaded with me to come home. I tried to explain my side of things, but they just kept telling me how dumb I was being and demanding that I come home. I knew they wouldn’t understand and would try to stand in the way of our love, so I told them that I was an adult and could make my own decisions.
My sweet dreams slowly turned into a bad dream. My boyfriend spent ALL of his time gaming (outside of the 18 hours he worked every week). He had the poorest hygiene ever, and would only take a shower every few days at best. He smelled so bad sometimes that I would have to drop major hints for him to clean up. The apartment was always a mess, and I was the only one who ever cleaned. I found a job working at a department store and would put in 30+ hours on top of my full time schedule at school. I loved gaming, but I had real life dreams that I was working toward. We started arguing a lot because I was so tired of having to take care of the both of us. My breaking point came when I causght him taking naked pics of himself on his webcam. It turned out that he had been chatting with a couple other girls and carrying on an online relationship with one of them. I went into a rage. Here I had abandoned my family and friends, given up my life at home, to spend my time working my butt off just to keep us afloat. He acted like it was no big deal. He was very passive and smug about the whole situation, like him cheating was no big deal because it was online. I unplugged the power strip that was connected to all of his gadgets and the modem. He started screaming and knocled over a corner table. Then he told me to leave, to hitchhike if I had to, just get out and never come back. He said that he had never intended for us to be serious. That I was just one in his collection of online relationships, and that I had stuck around so long that he felt obligated to me. I was hurt but also strangely relieved. Like I had been released from the burden of this relationship. I packed my things and went to a hotel to stay. It took a few days, but I finally convinced my folks to drive down over the weekend and bring me home. All I could do was ride silently, apologizing every now and then and not arguin back against anything they said. I just wanted to be home. I realized that I had left hoping to start my own “real” family, but that I had had that all along in my aunt and uncle. That was further solidified in my mind when my uncle accepted a call from a co-worker and told him that he was taking a few days off next week to help get his daughter settled in at home.12,223 Comments
I know i’ll probably get hell for this, but I know the truth deep down inside……..When I turned 16, I started dating this guy named Jayce. He and I had been friends for a few years before we got together. On my birthday he showed up with balloons, flowers and my favorite candy. I thought it was so sweet, then he laid this huge kiss on me and sparks just flew. Jayce was nice, like really really nice. Sometimes it could get annoying listening to him cry whenever we had an argument or having to deal with him being pissed off because I didn’t respond to one of his sappy love texts. By mid October I had started to get fed up with the relationship and started thinking about breaking things off. One Saturday I went to the big corn maze with my best friend Courtney. That’s where I met Denny, the owner’s grandson. He showed us around and we hung out on the picnic grounds for a while. I knew right away that I had a crush on Denny and I felt horrible for it. I lied to Jayce later that night and told him that it had just been me and Courtney at the corn maze and that we had helped her mom with decorations for the rest of the evening. Over the next few weeks, I was back and forth between Jayce and Denny and I wasn’t sure exactly who I wanted. I liked both of them; I felt good with Jayce but excited with Denny, like they both had some of what I wanted in a guy. I managed to keep either of them from finding out about the other and I started to get comfortable with things. At first Denny and I didn’t do anything but make out, but one night things got out of hand and we ended up going all the way. I didn’t tell anyone because I felt guilty, but then the worst thing possible happened and I found out that I was pregnant right. I was sick, not from being pregnant but the idea that I had ha sex with Jayce and Denny around the same time. I told Jayce and he was shocked but promised to be supportive of whatever I decided. I didn’t say anything to Denny because I didn’t want to scare him off, even though I secretly hoped the baby was his. After another month, I finally came clean to Denny and told him that I was pregnant. I couldn’t hide it much longer and I wanted to see if things could work out how I had imagined them between us. I loved and appreciated everything that Jayce had done for me but I really wanted to be with Denny. I called Jayce and told him that the baby wasn’t his and that I had been cheating for a while. I put it on thick so we could make a clean break. He went into one of his fits and started crying and stuff, so I told him that I had to go to the doctors and that we would talk when I got home. I didn’t have an appointment, instead I went over to talk to Denny and tell him everything. He seemed really surprised and just kept shaking his head and burying his face in his hands. I waited for that money when he would declare his love for me and say that we were going to be together as a family, but all he said was that he wanted to talk to his family first. I left excited for our next step. That feeling didn’t last long because everything fell apart that night. For some reason, Denny’s mom took it upon herself to call my mom and talk to her about the situation. I hadn’t even told my mom about me messing around with Denny and hadn’t told her I was pregnant yet! She thought it was a joke at first but when she found out it was real, she went crazy! Denny’s mom asked her to pass on the message that he wasn’t going to have anything to do with this situation. That he was too young to be mixed up in this mess. I was devastated. I felt lost and alone. I called Denny but he just picked up and said it wasn’t his baby and asked me never to call again. I broke down. My dream was destroyed. I tried to call Jayce to apologize and see if we could work things out but he just called me a lying slut and a b!tch! Now neither of them are speaking to me and I am 6 months pregnant right now, doing it by myself because they won’t step up to the plate. I’m having a paternity test done as soon as my baby is born to prove what I already know. I know for a fact that I hadn’t had sex with Jayce for like 1-2 weeks, and I had sex that one time with Denny and less than a week later boom I’m pregnant! I know how things work. Denny is going to be a great dad if he would follow his heart like I did.12,473 Comments
Three years ago, I was happy and in love with my boyfriend of 4 years, Micah. We had met right after we graduated college, and had been living together for nearly a year. We were that couple that was practically already married, so it was no surprise when we announced our engagement. I was busy with work as a hospital unit coordinator, so I didn’t jump right into wedding planning. We both wanted a simple wedding, but didn’t want to rush anything just for the sake of getting to the altar. Micah had this core group of friends, some of them I loved and others I wasn’t too fond of. The main reason I didn’t like a few of his friends was because they were dogs. There had been several occasions when their girlfriends had called me crying over finding something on his phone or computer. There were even times when a friend of his would show up at our place late at night with some random girl. They would sleep in our guest bedroom and do God’s knows what, and I was supposed to turn a cheek to it and act like I didn’t see anything. It made me feel horrible, but I didn’t know how to tell their girlfriends without causing a bunch of trouble for everyone.
Micah and his friends went on this annual trip together. It was something they had done since college and this year they were heading just about an hour away to watch our NFL team’s training camp. They left Thursday morning and I didn’t hear from Micah until Friday afternoon. Well, I had heard from him via one text where he said “Made it. About to eat. Call you later.” That was it and he didn’t answer any of my calls. I knew he was excited about the trip, so I just gave him space to enjoy himself and didn’t bother calling. I talked to him again on Sunday, when he let me know that they were heading home Monday morning. When he got back, I asked him about the trip and he told me about everything they had done, but afterward, seemed uncomfortable and distant. He was like that for another week. Each time I asked him what was wrong, he would just say nothing. He went from distant to completely zoned out when we were together. He had all of a sudden found some game on his phone that he couldn’t pull himself from and kept going for walks or short outings by himself.
My gut told me that something was up, so when he was in the shower, I decided to take a peek at his phone but it was locked. He had never had a lock on it before, so now I was almost certain something was going on. That evening, I sat down and demanded to know what the hell was going on. He denied and denied that there was anything, then slowly he started opening up. He said that he had realized a few things on the trip and wasn’t sure he was ready to be married. Then, he admits to hanging out with some girl. After several questions, he comes out and says that they had slept together several times that weekend and had been talking ever since. I went ballistic! He had cheated on me and then carried on with talking to her right in front of me. We started arguing back and forth, and next thing I know he says that he can’t help that he’s fallen in love with the girl. That something clicked when they met each other and he just felt right with her. He said that he could see himself with her, ya know if it wasn’t for that small detail of him being engaged to someone else! I was sick. It was like some sick joke. I had never in my life been so tempted to want to hurt someone than I was at that moment. I hated him, and the worst part was that he didn’t see why I was as upset as I was. He told me that I should be glad that he was honest, that he he didn’t carry on with seeing her behind my back. Thanks for considering my feelings a$$hole! Micah told me that he wasn’t sure about his feelings and asked that I give him the chance to feel both relationships out before deciding where he belonged. Ha! Yea, no problem, go cheat on me with some girl you fell in love with two weeks ago, I’ll be right here waiting for you – NOT!10,441 Comments
I am deeply ashamed and embarrassed about a situation I found myself in a few years back. And while I am here, still working to pick up the pieces and get my life back together, so scumbag is out there in the world enjoying everything that I gave him. I had a bad fall 3 years ago and ended having to have 2 operations on my knee and ankle. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks and stuck in bed for another 6 months. My husband worked long hours and wad out on the road a lot, and I spent so much time by myself that I started going crazy! I was a 31-year old woman, who loved getting out and socializing, and here I was with minimal human contact, with the exception of visits and my husband being home. I had tried a bunch of different social networks, but since I was moving much, I never really had any photos to post or any exciting status updates to post. I was just as bored as I had been before I got online. I started exploring and checked out a few forums and chat rooms. I somehow landed on a dating site. I was hesitant about even registering because I was a married woman, but I figured that since I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, there was no reason I couldn’t have a little fun, right? I signed up, posted a few good looking pics of myself and added some basic info to my profile. Soon, I started getting all sorts of match notifications and messages from men all around the world. Some had such flattering things to say about me, and others just sent really disgusting sexual advances. Nevertheless, I loved all of the attention. It felt like I was filling a void. I started spending most of my free time on the site. Then one day I got a message from a man named Conrad. He was a doctor who traveled the world, volunteering his services to people without access to medical care. He said that he had found my profile intriguing and that I was beautiful. That same feeling that I had felt the first few days on the site came right back. I was checking my inbox every few minutes to see if he had written me. I was not only spending free time on the site now but also time that I should have spent doing my rehab exercises or working. My healing progress started to slow and I was making next to nothing, but none of it mattered because I couldn’t pull myself away from Conrad long enough to get anything done. It got worse and eventually I started hating the time that my husband was home because I could only log on the site when he was sleep or busy in the garage with something. I became really antsy and short with him, worried that Conrad might think I was blowing him off or something. I was so happy when my husband finally went to bed, and I didn’t waste anytime getting online. I read Conrad’s messages, and he said that he had never felt this way about someone and that the moment he got into an area that had phone and a stronger internet connection, he would call me and video chat with me so that he could tell me again. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t think I was ever going to meet up with him, but at the same time I started feeling love for him. I never heard back from Conrad after that night. 5 days went by and nothing!I was sure that he had found someone else and that I was right back to being lonely and stuck in this house. When Conrad did return my messages, he said that a huge storm had passed through the village he was in, and that all power had been knocked out, and people were really sick or had serious injuries. He explained that he had lost the majority of his equipment and all of his personal belongings. Conrad told me that he needed to get out of there and try to get back to the U.S. I was so afraid for him, that I asked how I could help. Conrad told me that it was going to cost him $5,000 to replace what he lost and get home. He promised to pay me back the day he returned. That was a lot of money, but I had a lot of love for him and thought I could trust him. I transferred the money from my and my husband’s savings into my checking, so my husband wouldn’t see the transaction details. It was a little over half of what we had in the account, but I figured that I could replace it before my husband ever noticed. I wire transferred the money to Conrad and sent him the transaction details and well wishes. I told him to call me as soon as he made it into town. a few days later, I got a call from an unknown number. The call was breaking, but I was able to discern that it was Conrad and that he was safe. I was elated. He said something about a flight to the U.S. that night and that he would call me in a day or so when he got back this way. I told him I loved him and we hung up. I never heard from Conrad again. He didn’t call me back and all of my messages went unanswered. I was terrified that something had happened, but then I noticed lots of activity on his dating profile. He changed his default pic, added a few details here and there and was always marked with having been online that day. I wrote him a long message demanding to know what was going on and when I went to click send, I found out that he had blocked me. I was sick. I had no way of getting my money back and I had been falling for him, but he had just taken the money and ran. My husband found out about the missing money that night and we got in a huge fight. He grabbed my laptop to show me the bank statement online, but my damn message log between myself and Conrad was open. I tried desperately to get my computer from him before he noted, but couldn’t I felt panicked and he just got angrier with every line he read. After a few minutes he looked at me with hate in his eyes and said, “So, this is where my f@#king money went. You idiot. I work so hard and barely get to sleep in my own bed. And here you are with everything you could need, but even that isn’t enough. I hate you. We are over….You can’t fix this!” He filed for divorce the next week. During our divorce preceding, he was awarded all of the remaining money in our account since I had taken a huge chuck and sent it to another man. My life fell apart, far worse than it was right after my injury. I moved in with my cousins and I’m currently working 2 jobs just to get by. This is hell on earth and I have never felt so alone or abandoned.4,314 Comments
I dated Harry for over three years and I thought he was the one. We took things slow at first and really got to know each other. He became so much more than a boyfriend. he was my best friend, someone who meant the world to me. Harry and I loved to travel, and with us both having jobs in web and graphic design, we mostly telecommuted, so we could work from anywhere. There were so many times where I just sat back and smiled, in disbelief that this was really my life. One instance was when we were sitting on the back porch of a Hawaiian beach house we had rented for the week, and another was at around 1 AM one night in a Las Vegas hotel suite. I just couldn’t believe that I was making great money working for myself, could travel whenever I wanted, and had the love of my life right there with me. Things just got better from there and we eventually moved in together.
Harry and I ended up working on a big project together that took several months and kept us busy. We didn’t have as much free time as we did before, and Harry was on the go and in and out of town working on his other projects. He dropped a few hints here and there that he might be proposing soon, and I was so excited about it. Harry was terrible at keeping secrets and could never execute a surprise without letting at least one detail slip.
One evening, I was on the telephone with the client from the project Harry and I worked on together. He had a few questions for Harry and asked that I forward some files to him. I ran into our office and got on Harry’s computer to send the email. There was already a message open and all it said was “Now, does this look like I miss you or what?! xoxo.” Below was a pic of some girl in her underwear, looking totally desperate. I checked and rechecked to make sure that I was really in Harry’s email account. I then had to sit there in shock as I read through their disgusting messages, all while maintaining my composure for the client on the phone. It turned out that Harry was actually good at keeping secrets and scheming, even going so far as to send her emails that said “EMAIL ONLY. We are working in the office today.” That would have been around the time when we were busiest with the project we were working on together, and we would spend long days working in our home office. Everything I knew of this amazing man had been a lie. He had been carrying on another relationship for at least 6-7 months. Had it been longer? Had there been others? I confronted Harry the second he got home. At first he was angry that I had been in his email account, then he started with the excuses. He finally settled on it being his friend that had been using his email (which made absolutely no sense). He refused to talk about it beyond that, sticking to it being a friend of his who had sent the messages, but refusing to actually name the friend. He tried reversing the situation back on me, saying that it was a huge problem that I couldn’t trust him and that he couldn’t be with someone like that. His efforts to divert the attention away from the fact that he had been sleazing around for a good chuck of our time together were pathetic. I wasn’t stupid and I wasn’t going to be made out to be a fool. I told him to call whoever his friend was who was using his email to hook up with women, and tell him that he was responsible for us breaking up. I left that night, leaving my dream behind and heading back into the real world.3,148 Comments
My ex, Dustin, seemed to be one of the “perfect” men in the world…boy, was I wrong. I met Dustin when we started working in a home improvement store together. I was working my way through college and he was just working. I was 18 and he was 22, young I know but the stupidity of this relationship was just mind boggling to me then and still to this day.
He was definitely my type of guy and we started texting, then going to lunch together, and then hanging out after work, and then stupidly enough having sex, and then we got into a relationship. Being young we were an on and off couple and I was usually the one to break things off when we did think we needed time apart. He started talking about marriage then it was kids and how he had always dreamed about having a little sidekick (referring only to having a son). That became too much for me being so young and not wanting to give up my college degree before having children so I could provide a good life for them. So I ended things for a while.
My second year of college rolled around and by January we were a couple again and stayed that way. He witnessed my stupidity while driving and I totaled my car by crashing into a tree while he was following me (it was supposed to be going into the shop). I was hospitalized for two days and then released, at that point I lost my job because I couldn’t handle being on my feet constantly. Well, when I lost my job he quit his (living at home with his parents he could afford it). He started going through my text messages and answering my phone, going through my mail, and my FB page. Anything that was personal he went through. If we were out and someone said hello or stopped and talked to me for a moment man or woman he was barking orders at them and asking me a never ending sting of questions about them. Then he set the “ground rules”, I had to be with him from the time I woke up until I went to bed. I wasn’t allowed to have my phone unless he checked it first. And I was not allowed to do anything with any of my friends or family. At this point, I should have ended everything for good, but being young I thought that he loved me and he was just really scared after he watched my serious car wreck. Just being the over protective boyfriend, that I had had many times before. In February, he proposed to me and I finally gave in, knowing it wasn’t what I wanted but I wanted to make him happy. In March, I found out I was pregnant.
I called him and let him know the news and he refused to believe me. I literally had to take a pregnancy test with him watching. The months past and we were fighting constantly, my hormones were raging and I couldn’t keep my emotions in check which is understandable considering my state. In July, we found out that we were having a daughter. His mom, him, and my mom were in the room during the ultrasound. They also told us that there was about a 50% chance that our daughter would have down syndrome. I broke down in tears, which would be a normal reaction for anyone. What is the first thing he says to me once we leave the office, in front of our mothers? “You aren’t having a girl they’re wrong.” After both mothers explain that the doctors weren’t wrong and that the sperm actual makes up the sex of a child he went crazy. He accused me of cheating because he was “only capable of creating tough little boys”. Stupid? Trust me, I know.
The next month I went to a bigger city for a schedule two ultrasound and they let me know that my baby would not have down syndrome that the spot they found was just a build up of calcium. My boyfriend just said, “Well, if the baby comes out retarded it’s not mine.” At that point I was done, he put me into the situation that I was in and had let me know that he did by putting holes in his condoms, but like the good girl my family wanted me to be I was going to stick out for my daughter, although he made me sick at this point. We stopped having sex completely and I stayed home a lot more since I had stopped going to college because he had asked me to. I was getting depressed and not wanting to talk to anyone and a few more months roll by and I’m coping and enormous. In November, he wanted to go out clubbing with his “boys”, I told him to have a good time since I was due in a few weeks and wouldn’t expose myself or the baby to any of that. He told me that if I didn’t celebrate his birthday with him how he wanted we were finished. I, of course, stayed home. At 4 a.m. he is pounding on my door so I let him in. He proceeded to tell me he was not the father of my child and never would and a lot more things, including that he was in love with another girl who was pregnant with his baby.
I was in complete shock, I had never thought that he was cheating on me and here I was pregnant and he had gotten another girl pregnant too. It was a train wreck, my mom kicked him out and called his mom to pick him up on the front porch because she took his keys not wanting him to kill himself before she got the chance to. He then left me alone, I didn’t see or hear from him in the days to follow and I cried a lot. About 5 days later our daughter was born, no one called him or his family but he showed up the next morning some how knowing that I was there and begged me to take him back. I refused, and when I did his new girlfriend walked into my hospital room and said “I told you so” and walked back out.
The nurses and security had to remove him from my room and two months later he was trying to get full custody of my daughter. After all the evidence, he gets to see her two days a month for a total of two hours a day while in my presence and not a drop more.
My daughter is now 8 months old, his now ex-girlfriend’s baby is 5 months old and said that he was crazy controlling and possessive, which I experienced along the way as well.
Karma is a real bitch. I hate it for him, but he gets everything he deserves from it… and someone who is 10x crazier than he is.