We dated for 11 years. I could not get him to commit. He took a job out of town and ignored me for almost a year. Turns out he got his new girlfriend (never broke up with me) pregnant and I was completely in the dark while he still came home and slept with me and lied to my face about there being no one else. I found out from a “friend” years later.
His mother never cared for him, when he was sick. He told me that she just left him alone and didn’t want to deal with him. I didn’t think it could’ve been that bad, but I was wrong. I learned that when I moved in with them and he got his wisdom teeth removed.
She was LIVID with him that he was sick and throwing up from the morphine (which he had a REALLY bad reaction to) and bleeding from his mouth a lot, and was screaming and yelling at him “for being gross”. I finally had enough and told her to “just go and I’ll handle it”, and she quickly left and I took over. I was the one cleaning up the blood and vomit. I was rubbing his back while he threw up, I was the one that slept out in the living room with him that night and stayed up all night to make sure he was still breathing (this was his first ever surgery where he was put under). It was really sad.
His dad spent his last years living in a remote Alaskan cabin and died of a heart attack. He’d been dead in the cabin for weeks before anyone found him.
My husband was in his 20s and was at work at his office in Anchorage when he was informed. He had a complicated relationship with his father, but he is an only child and his mother had been dead for years.
He used to get taken on drive-bys as a little kid. They’d make him crouch down on the floor of the backseat while they did the shooting. Sometimes people would shoot back but fortunately my husband never got hit. He also saw a guy get shot in the head in broad daylight on his way to school one day. He knew both the shooter and the dead man but he just minded his business and went on to school. This man has lived a life.
Neither of his parents ever hugging him. My husband (boyfriend at the time) jokingly (but not jokingly) said that he could count on his hand how many times his parents hugged him. I started dating him when he was 25 and I was 21. His family does not show any affection whatsoever. So foreign to me, someone who hugs and kisses their relatives with every hello and goodbye.
Turns out he’s been with his gf for 3 years. We slept together early on after splitting up. Since breaking it off, I saw countless hotel receipts and different female names on coffee cups. The poor girl is head over heels for him. I feel bad, she has no idea my ex husband is garbage. I’m sad the toxic behavior didn’t stop with me. He’s just out there hurting women.
That he’d give up everything that meant anything in his life for booze, and used it to treat his hereditary mental illness instead of seeing a doctor and living a peaceful life.
Last I heard he’s homeless now and still drinking and can’t hold a job. He was the love of my life. Breaks my heart every time I think about it. He was magic when he was sober. Such a great person. But two sips of beer and he became Mr. Hyde.
When it came out that he had Hep C. That moment was pretty intense for me. To know how far it all went. It really broke my heart for him. I wasn’t able to be angry at him. I was just truly sad. It felt like a rug was pulled out from under me. Both of us, really. I had so many of those moments. My anger was primarily about the situation itself. He spiraled. He spiraled hard. Life was never the same.
My ex, and we are the same age. I was raised in a nice house with a happy family and a live-in nanny, the works…
He was raised in Oklahoma, oftentimes on the road, traveling for work. Most of the time they had no electricity, so they built small fires in a coffee can to keep warm. They took baths in the creeks and ate rice and beans for weeks and months. He grew up without the basic necessities most of us had.
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We dated for 11 years. I could not get him to commit. He took a job out of town and ignored me for almost a year. Turns out he got his new girlfriend (never broke up with me) pregnant and I was completely in the dark while he still came home and slept with me and lied to my face about there being no one else. I found out from a “friend” years later.
His mother never cared for him, when he was sick. He told me that she just left him alone and didn’t want to deal with him. I didn’t think it could’ve been that bad, but I was wrong. I learned that when I moved in with them and he got his wisdom teeth removed.
She was LIVID with him that he was sick and throwing up from the morphine (which he had a REALLY bad reaction to) and bleeding from his mouth a lot, and was screaming and yelling at him “for being gross”. I finally had enough and told her to “just go and I’ll handle it”, and she quickly left and I took over. I was the one cleaning up the blood and vomit. I was rubbing his back while he threw up, I was the one that slept out in the living room with him that night and stayed up all night to make sure he was still breathing (this was his first ever surgery where he was put under). It was really sad.
His dad spent his last years living in a remote Alaskan cabin and died of a heart attack. He’d been dead in the cabin for weeks before anyone found him.
My husband was in his 20s and was at work at his office in Anchorage when he was informed. He had a complicated relationship with his father, but he is an only child and his mother had been dead for years.
He used to get taken on drive-bys as a little kid. They’d make him crouch down on the floor of the backseat while they did the shooting. Sometimes people would shoot back but fortunately my husband never got hit. He also saw a guy get shot in the head in broad daylight on his way to school one day. He knew both the shooter and the dead man but he just minded his business and went on to school. This man has lived a life.
Neither of his parents ever hugging him. My husband (boyfriend at the time) jokingly (but not jokingly) said that he could count on his hand how many times his parents hugged him. I started dating him when he was 25 and I was 21. His family does not show any affection whatsoever. So foreign to me, someone who hugs and kisses their relatives with every hello and goodbye.
Turns out he’s been with his gf for 3 years. We slept together early on after splitting up. Since breaking it off, I saw countless hotel receipts and different female names on coffee cups. The poor girl is head over heels for him. I feel bad, she has no idea my ex husband is garbage. I’m sad the toxic behavior didn’t stop with me. He’s just out there hurting women.
He just got sentenced to 15 years in prison. Such a long story and history to just end up with such a long sentence/sad ending. He has a 10 yo son.
When he used to stay at his mums house as a little boy he would cry and she would berate him and ask why he didn’t want to be there.
Their porn search history. Never again.
His mom let his step dad beat tf out of him at age 13.
That he’d give up everything that meant anything in his life for booze, and used it to treat his hereditary mental illness instead of seeing a doctor and living a peaceful life.
Last I heard he’s homeless now and still drinking and can’t hold a job. He was the love of my life. Breaks my heart every time I think about it. He was magic when he was sober. Such a great person. But two sips of beer and he became Mr. Hyde.
When it came out that he had Hep C. That moment was pretty intense for me. To know how far it all went. It really broke my heart for him. I wasn’t able to be angry at him. I was just truly sad. It felt like a rug was pulled out from under me. Both of us, really. I had so many of those moments. My anger was primarily about the situation itself. He spiraled. He spiraled hard. Life was never the same.
My ex, and we are the same age. I was raised in a nice house with a happy family and a live-in nanny, the works…
He was raised in Oklahoma, oftentimes on the road, traveling for work. Most of the time they had no electricity, so they built small fires in a coffee can to keep warm. They took baths in the creeks and ate rice and beans for weeks and months. He grew up without the basic necessities most of us had.