I met him in 1990, he had such a sparkle in his eye. Everyone told me stay away, he's married, only I found out that his wife left him for another guy. I went to a party and found him there, he started to talk to me and things went crazy from there. He claimed he loved me, I helped him through his sadness. After a year of helping him, I found out I was pregnant. I told him and he freaked out saying it wasn't his, that I got pregnant from someone else. I find that hard since he was living with me and he was the only person in my life. I had the child, and things got worse. His drinking was bad, as was his name calling. I made him move out. For five years we were apart, we saw eachother occasssionally for the sake of the child. When one day he came to me and said you know, I haven't had a drink in a year, and I stopped smoking too. I'm going to retire and move from here, and I want you to be with me, I really do love you. But stupid me, says ok, I'll move with you. I give up my job, my home, my family and friends to move 1800 miles away. When I get to the new place he's a different person again. Telling me he doesn't want me in his home, and that he will have me evicted if I don't leave. I pack my children and buy a house, find a job, and live by myself, no friends, no family. I find out after all this time, I was just a rebound, and he really never loved me. He just wanted to use me. What a crushing blow to my heart. For I loved him, but he couldn't love me.
I find out that after 16 years of back and forth with him, he lied to me telling me had gotten divorced, and I find out he's still married to his wife and that I was never really meant to be a part of his life.