Thursday, June 30, 2016 8:37 PM by Guest
I met her at a bar when we were both 25. My buddy and I took her and her friend back to his house that night and had... a great time. That should have been warning sign #1, but I was young and didn't know any better. She was very honest and told me she had three kids, and asked if that scared me. I told her it didn't. I'd dated women with kids and I was fine with it. So we started dating exclusively. She seemed like a catch... had her own place, her own car, and a career in business management. So did I. At 25, you don't find many girls with their shit together like that. Even so, we dated for a year and a half before I took the plunge and we moved in together.
And then everything went to hell.
In addition to having her three kids living with us, within a month of getting our new place together, she moved her alcoholic brother who had just been released from prison in to our home. Without asking me. I let it go. You gotta help out family, right? The next month, it was her disabled father, whom I was expected to drive everywhere. I was okay with that... helping disabled people when you can is your duty.
And then, shit got out of control. Another brother, who had been stranded overseas because he had married a crazy Russian, got back to the US and needed a place to stay. So by this point, she and I have been together for three years. We now have ourselves, three children, her two brothers, and her father living in our 2-bedroom home. My dining room looks like a refugee camp. Brother #2 is growing pot in a file cabinet. Brother #1 is getting the cops called to the house every week because he's a loud violent alcoholic. Dad is doing nothing on the couch all day because he's disabled.
And then she gets fired from her job. So I'm on my own supporting three kids that aren't even mine, and four unemployed adults. I'm paying the rent, bills, and for food. I still manage to buy her diamond earrings for our anniversary and take her out to dinner. I'm an all-in kind of guy. For better or for worse. I had faith things would get better.
Nope. I come home one day after work, and I open our shared laptop. I notice the task bar has picture viewer open, so out of curiosity, I look. And there she is with a dick that isn't mine in her mouth. The album had 11 pictures of her getting fucked and sucking dick in the bed where I slept every night. I was crushed. She was fucking some other dude while I was at work supporting this whole family that wasn't even mine. In my bed. And who knows how many guys it was, this was just the one time I caught her. And I wasn't even trying to catch her.
Long story short, I left that night. When I asked her why, all she said was, "You never do anything for me anymore." Because I couldn't afford to buy her a new iPad and take her to the casino for her birthday that year. It's been 4 years and I can't bring myself to trust anyone enough to be in a relationship. That bitch ruined me.