As I had discovered the man that I had married was not completely honest, surprise! Surprise! Only after everything was all over did I discover to what extent his betrayal actually was.

From the time we had even been dating there was always someone else. My ex-husbands choices were young girls - girls that he picked up from his place of work, but anything female he would take to. My appearance is childlike, tiny and petite, just the way he likes them. I was used as a type of cover to help keep his dirty little secret, make him look respectable towards his family, work colleagues and friends. That on the surface everything was normal, Ha.

Life was miserable at home with everything that had occurred, and was all controlled by him. Fights occurred regularly, violent and very mentally abusive. Nothing I did was right, but it couldnt be! How would he be able to pick up his next victim if we had a happy life?! Having a bad marriage is the pick up line.

Only once my family & friends who helped me escape from him, did more truths come out about his nature, and what he had really been up to. I was in our head office, which my partner and I both worked at, but in different sections. This day I was told about the baby! We were separated at the time, but this day I happened to say I was divorced. The other employee and friend of my husband said, Was that because of the baby?Well, I nearly fell off my chair, jaw dropped and a shake of the head had I heard correctly. He went on and told me more - the sad thing was I did know about this young girl. She was only 14 years old and was pregnant. There were big discussions on how to handle the situation with the managers, as my partner had told me. Alas, he did not tell me the whole truth.He had substituted parts of the story! I was told the part-time manager had been the father of this particular young girls baby, not that it was him. So, I was supposedly getting all the information, but the most important part!

I always had suspected about what was going on, but could not prove it and probably did not want to believe. The man I fell in love with was such a deviant - not the man I married. As we learn there is always an excellent lie to go with the excuse. Your head is put in such a spin that you dont know what direction to go in.

My lesson is believe in your gut feeling, those phone numbers that you find in his pockets, fights caused for no reason, put downs about yourself, strange phone calls at night saying its work and amazing stories that you think cant be true. Well they're not! He is seeing someone else. If someone lies a little, they will lie a lot! The horrible thing is when you are in love you a blind, deaf and dumb. This story was just the tip of the ice-burg.