I fell in love 6 years ago. We will call her "Rose". She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and my heart was hers immediately. I worked with her at a restaraunt and every time I would see her she would light up with those passionate eyes and I could tell she liked me. I was in a bad relationship, and from what she told me so was she. Her man at the time was abusive and a supposed meth addict...

I left my partner out of the principal fact that I could not stop thinking about Rose. Then I wrote a love letter to Rose explaining how I wanted nothing more than to be with her. She left her man for me, the white night that rushed in and saved her.

The first few months were fun and exciting, full of tingles and thrills and adventures. Then the red flags started showing up. She started rolling her eyes with contempt towards me at unexpected moments. She started accusing me of loving my ex still even though I was infatuated with Rose. She started yelling and arguing aggressively when I had a problem with her behavior.

Then she asked for my seed, my baby. I loved her so I gave her my first born, and all my desires of having a family and being a father were poured into that woman. I dropped out of college per her request when she was pregnant so I could be a better father, then we moved back down state to live with her mom and sisters. That's when when told me I was her 17th sexual partner?! She was 18 when I met her....

She put me through a lot of grief when I wanted nothing but to love her. She had episodes of pushing me away, telling me to not be so clingy, emotionally withdrawing and being cold. I was hurt at this change of behavior but she brushed it off as pregnancy emotions.

The pregnancy was tough, and the birth of our son was rough, but when things settled down we were good parents and loved eachother for a while. I worked hard to build a stable life from scratch for us. I helped her get a good job at the place I worked and everything was great for a while, or so it seemed. We needed to change our schedules so someone could be there for our son so I ended up with a different morning job and she took the night shift.

Once we started to work separately, problems began. She started accusing me of liking every girl I was around. Since the beginning she had trust issues with my women friends so I ghosted them all to make her happy. It was not enough. She scoured through my phone and emails and S.M. Accounts trying to find something I was guilty of. She never did. It was like this for a few years, and during that time I would catch her staying out late, engaging with other men, drinking with other men, and literallybdoing everything she accused me of wanting to do. She stopped trying, and the fun we used to have together she was getting from other men.

She swore she was not a cheater, never has never would. I was the same way, I believed her. I was mad at her double standards and I always tried making peace when she made war. I was the one trying to make things work between us, I was the dreamer of our future and I was the only one with ambition for anything in our life togethet. All she did was complain about me, have contempt for me, and begrudgingly take on her domestic responsibilities acting like she was being abused by me.

After 5 years there was a girl at work that was really vibing with me and I thought she was cute too but I have morals and a strong frame and nothing was going to happen. Rose found out this girl liked me and one night with alcohol induced anger she started choking and punching me while I was asleep! I had enough and I kicked her out.

She wanted to be with me still, and she threw sex my way and I accepted. This time it was different though. She admitted she had a fantasy of being with another woman. I said fuck it, and played along with that fantasy. Let me tell you, before that day sex was eh, once she played with that fantasy sex felt amazing. I had never felt her pussy so wet or swole in my life, and it was like that every time during sex for the next two years because that's all she talked about, being with another female. I wad cucked in her fantasies as she was absolutely sexually into women and not sexually into men. This is of course confusing for me sexually, but it explained a lot about her nature and why I never really liked sex with her before. She used me as a tool to masturbate with more or less, now there was finally passion but it was the fucked up kind.

During all of this time and before, she tried to make me out to be a player, a womanizer, and someone who wants to fuck every chick I saw. None of these traits were true about me, and I felt like I had to prove this to her by withdrawing from all situations with women. Meanwhile, I kept catching her spending time with men, drinking with men, hanging out after work with men etc...

6 years later, and at the end I said I had enough of the jealousy. I kicked her out. She was fixated on ME wanting out, so I gave her the pass. I said I can't live with you like this, we need some space and we need to work on ourselves. She took that as a chance to move on and she did. No regrets, no looking back. She is with a man named Dean now. It took her 1 week, after 7 damn years with her. He was her co worker, just like I was, and he thinks I'm a fucking player that wants to fuck other chicks so he white nighted her from me.

I understand her nature, and yes gentlemen, AWALT. I asked her how she can move on to another man and expect not to dump all her problems on him. She said she was starting therapy and she liked him so much that she never wants to hurt him like she hurt me. She didn't try to fix her problems for her own fucking family, but she cares about this guy enough to want to fix her problems for him. Fuck all that. All that time wasted. I was a solid, handsome, nice moral man who wanted nothing but a healthy faithful relationship. She was the ass hole that destroyed my family and took the love of my life away from me.

I don't think I can ever love again after this, or I would ever want to. When I see a beautiful woman now, my attraction turns into contempt and hate. I feel alone, and sad. I onl y wanted to love and be loved, but that is a fantasy that I feel no woman can commit to ever. We have been lied to about their nature, and they lie to us all the time. They are not to be trusted, especially around other males. The kicker? He is not a better version of me, but rather an opposite version. I was muscular, he is big and chubby with a mustache. I kmmnow why she likes him, because she can throw him her vagina and she will be the best looking pussy he ever will have and she can secure a beta bitch who she can walk all over because I stopped letting her. She will not love him the way she is pretending to now. I almost want to reach out to a bro and give him a heads up but fuck it, AWALT and you only learn that by seeing it. So good luck Dean, may you get out before it's too late....