I couldn’t even finish reading all of the posts, but got to halfway down the first page, and saw that he bought you a small "gift", and not condoms…
I.. can’t even begin to tell you. Before I met my Stephen, I had basically given up, on much more than men. I was young. I Had a bad drug addiction. I had been on the streets sice I was 15. I had a womanizing father who wouldn’t shut up about my wieght, and other pretty women, and how I would never be as pretty as them. I had done some shameful things to survive, things I will never speak of, ever again. I put myself in some pretty sticky situations, and some pretty terrible things had happened to me, things I will never tell anyone. Things that should never happen to any teenage girl, any girl, any woman, any person.
Then I met my last ex, I thought he saved my life, from all of that. I was doing ok. Had a full time job, we lived in a bachelor apartment. I was starting to put the pieces of my life together. And things were really great, for awhile. Until he started to beat me. It was horrifying. I would show up to work with rings around my neck, from where his hands gripped my neck. Or with a black eye. Or with cuts and bruises on my legs. Waiting until I passed out was the only resolve. that went on for 5 years.. And EVERY time it would happen.. he would apologize till he was blue in the face. He would even cry sometimes. And I, would be in shock, or having a panick attack. For days, panic attacks strung in a row. And he would just hold me and stroke my hair.. tell me he loved me.. and that we were going to get married and live happily ever after. I was under 100lbs. I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. For YEARS.. then one day I woke up, and left him. It was hard.. I thought I loved him.
Stephen was my boss at the time, and I confided in him. He surprised me with a trip to montreal. I had a hard time believing that the way Stephen treated me was real, without an alterior motive. With respect. he was, and is right.. The moral is
You deserve to be treated with respect. And you deserve to be loved. Cheating, is not love. Nor is it respect.
Maybe Cheating is not as physically extreme, but i can guarantee you it is the same kind of hurt.
I am sad for you, that you have to go through this. Your in my thoughts and prayers. Have hope! there will be better days.