- 9 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
You know, you see these posts, you gasp and cover your mouth accordingly, mutter to yourself about how you can’t believe that happened, and who could have seen it coming? But rarely, if ever, do you picture your (YOUR) Fiancee doing this. Not your man. Never. He may pull some shit that you don’t approve of, or that might land him on the couch for a few days, but he’d never go…there.
Well, mine did.
And I was one of those ladies. I knew he had downfalls that we’d struggle with, but I always thought I knew in my heart he wasn’t the type to go and do THAT. Well, ladies, listen up good ‘cuz I don’t say this much: I was WRONG. Oh boy, was I wrong.
Our wedding invitations arrived on Monday. I texted him Monday afternoon to let him know, and didn’t hear from him. By 6pm, I called to see what he wanted for dinner. By 8pm, I’m down at his shop making sure he’s not pinned underneath some giant piece of machinery. He’s not – the door is locked, and I can’t hear his phone ringing inside. Hm, I must have passed him on the road on his way home…go back to the house to play on the computer, and realize his Myspace page is open (he get on maybe once every 3 months) to an ex girlfriends page from like 10 years ago.
11pm – My mom has come over to help me call all the hospitals and jails in the two counties we live in/by. By 1am, we’ve come to the conclusion that he’s not locked up or dying in a ER somewhere, so I take my panicking heart and go lay down in bed.
4am: My phone rings. "hey, I’m alive…but we need to talk." Yeah thanks, no shit buddy.
4:20am – he walks in and goes right for the shower (red flag number 2) instead of coming into the bedroom to talk to me. I lose it, go flying into the bathroom to demand an explanation, to which I get, "I freaked out. About the wedding. I was at an old friends house." "What old friend??!" "It doesn’t matter." I ask him if he was at the old ex’s place whose Myspace page I saw open, and GUILT spreads across his forehead as fast as the words ‘no’ came out of his mouth. I tell him the wedding is off, and to get out. He claims he didn’t sleep with her, that they only cuddled. He leaves after his shower without another word.
Today I opened up our bank statement, and what do I see? a $13.99 charge for a Wallgreens downtown – we don’t live downtown, and he hates Wallgreens. A quick jump to their website, and AHA! Trojans at Walgreens are $13.99!!
Un-fucking-believable. I’ve been at a complete loss for the last two days, but now I think I finally reached some level of angry, which helps. We own a house and a dog together though, so I’m dreading more than anything about how we’re going to split those up.
I could really use some sage advice from some bee’s in here that might have gone through the same thing.