Once a Cheater Always a Cheater (part 1)
I guess I need a nonbiased sounding board, so this is it.
I met my husband on the internet almost 11 years ago. We were both married (yea I know) He was in the United States and I was here in Ontario. I wasnt looking for anything outside my marriageÂ. but my marriage was not a bed of roses. (IÂm not going to go on and on and give you the history of my other life. Because as I see it now, there was no excuse to end my marriage the way I did)
How does that saying go "hindsight is 20/20?" Well, I always tell people I have the smartest ass in town!
When I first started chatting with (my now new husband) I found him to be funny and somewhat charming. (I should have seen it coming) after talking to him on (ICQ) I donÂt know if there are any "old timers" out there that remember that chat program. He asked me to call him on the phone. I was a little shocked but I have to admit a little intrigued as well. So when the coast was clear I called him. I had mixed feelings at that time, and I was a little worried about my phone bill (couldnÂt let my husband know that I was chatting with some strange person from the US) so I asked him to call me (yea first mistake) I gave him my "home" number, and he did a little thing called "reverse look up" (I was very new to the internet and not aware of all the different utilities that were floating around out there) I gave him a fake city (same prefix) so he wouldnÂt catch on "yea, right" So the next night while I was chatting with him on ICQ he promptly said "I know where you liveÂ." I said "WHAT, HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW THAT" so he went on to explain how he went about it. (#1 Clue) at that point I told him that it was best not to chat or call each other again and left it at that. Well the next day I checked my email and there was a 2 page letter telling me how sorry he was, that he was not a "creep" that I had nothing to worry about, that he finally met a "wonderful woman" (me) and he screwed it up. And to please give him another chance to prove that he was not some kind of freak or ax murder. So after mulling it over for a while I decided "to give him a chance" (gawd why didnÂt someone slap in the forehead and say I should have a V8) ButÂthen again, I donÂt think I was have listened, I was so miserable in my marriage (my husband was abusive) that to have a man say "nice" things to me was "WOW" out of this world!! I felt like a person again. (Someone actually wanted to hear what I had to sayÂ.AND not only that, they seemed interestedÂ I mean "really interested") I stepped a little lighter I smiled a little more etcÂ (Keep in mind, neither of us knew what each other looked like. YET) so we continued our chats and phone calls. Somewhere in the middle of all that chatting I told him I used to be in a band and that I sing and write poetry and "Try" to write songsÂ(IÂm not that good) so he talked me into sending him a sampleÂ So I sent him my most intimate poem/sonnet/short story thing. (I call it his blue print) Because everything I had written about i.e. Love, romance, sex, etcÂ he personified my "dream man" (yea right) This seems a little like a novel doesnÂt it?
Well IÂm going to post thisÂand if its too long I will shorten it "cut to the chase" sort to speak.