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When I was 22 I thought I was in love. I thought I had found the one. But looking back now I was wrong, I was far from finding the one. I knew SW through friends. He seemed alright to me. One night after a few drinks and whatever else was going around I was pretty much in relax mood. Anything goes. As I had been to two other parties before I had arrived at his, you could guess I was over going from one party to the next and just wanted to get down to having some fun and letting my hair down.
I can’t remember why we were at SW house for what reason but that’s where we were and that was where I was staying for the rest of the night. The music was blaring and I was pretty much talking to who ever. SW came over and draped his arm around my shoulder and I kept talking and pretty much ignored the fact that he had done this.
As the night progressed things heated up between us and we made out. I didn’t think much of it as I just put it down to a drunken pash. I staggered home and crashed for the morning and woke up later in the day. My room mate had left my messages on the door and all were from SW. I am not sure when I gave him my number but I must have. I rang him back and said thanks for the night. He told me I had left my bag there and he would drop it around to me. I said not to bother as I needed to go and get my car and I will come to his house after that.
I wasn’t in a hurry to get my car I need to get over the night before. I didn’t have a hang over, but I did need to replenish my fluids. So I bummed around the flat for a bit. My house mate arrived home late in the afternoon, with SW in toe. So to cut a long story short we hooked up.
I went through hell and back in this relationship. The emotional roller coaster was unbelievable. We dealt with the death of his brother, the meeting of his natural mother, attempted suicided, just to name a few things. I should have bailed earlier on, but when you think you are in love you try and work things out, and that is what I did. I took up square dancing because that was something he enjoyed. I went camping (which I hate), I gave him everything I could.
A few times I tried to go off and do things for myself, I enrolled in University and he talked me out of it. I went and worked in a mushroom factory picking mushrooms. I hated that job. He would take the pill off me to try and get me pregnant, but I would just keep them at work and take them then.
Then one day I got the talk, after three years he wanted to break up. Was I devastated no not really, did it hurt, yes. Why you may ask after all that he had put me through. Well basically I got dumped because he had met someone else. At first I thought great someone else willing to have his child, because I wouldn’t. But no, how wrong was I. I was dumped for a “GUY”.
Yes my boyfriend of three years had decided that he was gay.
Now don’t get me wrong I have nothing against homosexuals. I think that what they do in their own bedroom is their business and their business alone. If they prefer the same sex that is fine with me. But what he did after that is what I have trouble for and I feel sorry for the people involved.
After he left me, he wasn’t happy with my reaction. Basically he wanted me to be devastated, waiting by the phone, begging for him to come back to me. Instead I didn’t care. I was free from him and his family. So to get even this guy caused a serious accident one day while driving, with my father being the third party. Endless court dates, endless lawyers, endless gossip.
At the time my parents were well know in the community that they lived in, and ran a successful business. Most of the rumours were being started by him, and most of them wanted us to bite at what was being said, but we (my family and I) held our tongue and just played his game. He tried so hard to have my father arrested and put into jail. This went on for years. Finally the judge had had enough and declared my father innocent and recommended that my ex be placed into psychiatry care.
Mean while, while we were going back and forth to court, he had ended his relationship with his boyfriend, and had started another one with a female. Not long after they got together she became pregnant. A friend of mine who is related to this guy was shocked when he first introduced the new girlfriend to the family; apparently she was the spitting image of me. However apparently I had more class then this girl. So two children later, he dumps her for you guessed a guy.
This time he was coming out and announcing to the world he was gay.
As I sat back and thanked my lucky stars that wasn’t me. As it turned out the ex girlfriend got her revenge and he isn’t allowed to have accesses to his children. The grandparents (his mother and father) have weekend access and spend school holidays with them.
I feel sorry for the children and I feel sorry for his mother as she is a beautiful person and didn’t need all the heartache this guy would put her through.
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