As a teen it’s so easy to think that you’re in love and you put your whole heart and sole into everything. I went through school being the unpopular girl who didn’t have many friends and who everyone treated as the outcast and who boys always teased. It was because of this that I started looking to the internet to find people who I could talk to. I had a very low self-esteem and was willing to go out with anyone, just to feel that love and acceptance.
It ended up leading me to dating someone who I met through a mutual friend that I had made on the internet. Things started off great – it was a whirlwind romance I was in my final year of school, he had finished the year prior, we talked of love and dreams and all the things that you do as teens. I was finishing school and going through my final exams and he proposed and I said yes.
Before I go any further, bear in mind that I was and am still a dedicated Christian who goes to church every weekend and wanted to find someone who shared the same ideals as me. He wasn’t at first but we had studied the bible together, he had gone to church with me for quite some time, and he had even gotten baptised, so things seemed perfect.
I ended up getting married the following year, less than a year after he had proposed because not only were my parents moving to Queensland, but they wouldn’t sign things with Centrelink to say that I was independent of them because they didn’t want to do anything that would allow us to be able to live together unwed, and as I was going to be studying at uni, was working at dominoes and hubby to be had only just started an apprenticeship as an AIN, we needed support. So we got married. Far too soon, and probably before either of us was ready.
Things started going down hill from there. Secrets that he had been hiding from me started coming out. He was smoking. And then all of a sudden (only weeks after we had gotten married), he suddenly wasn’t into church. At some time in all this we decided that we needed another car for him to drive. It wouldn’t have been possible without the help of my parents who loaned him the $1,000 deposit. Then came the going out with people from work and partying.
It was after one of these parties that he came home in a funny sort of mod, drunk and raving on about dancing with a girl from work. The next day he told me that he wasn’t sure if he loved me anymore and that we separate.
I had no where to go so I did the only thing that I knew and went to Queensland. I made a life for myself and gradually worked at getting over my ex.
We started talking on the internet again and he wanted me back. After we had been talking for a while and he had apologised to me and all sorts of things, he came up to Queensland so that we could drive back home together.
I was back with him for less than a week before he told me that he thought that he was gay and that he had had feelings for another man! My parents went through debt collectors and all sorts of hell trying to get their money back. But finally got him on a payment plan – thank goodness!
Back to Queensland I went. He later told me that he isn’t gay and that he was only bi-curious.
Months went by. I started dating again, and eventually met the man of my dreams who I am now married to. Then, out of the blue, I get a call from Zoo Magazine telling me that my ex had won a competition for a divorce! I later found out that not only did they throw him a lavish party but he also go t a TV and a PS3!
After all the hell that he put me through I certainly didn’t see it coming.
Moral of the story is move slower, be careful who you trust and don’t wear your heart on your sleeve.
Posted by sars_angelchik, 24th June 2016