I would be grateful if you would publish my story for me so others would be able to do what I did.
It was very hard for me. It was certainly a struggle and a fight, but I did it.
This is my story.
I was involved with a man for the past four years. When we first met, everything was all fine and dandy. He then started coming over and staying a night, then two nights, and then he would sleep over regularly.
I felt really good, especially for the first year. However, he is a very secretive person. I then got to find out that he has four children from four different women but I never questioned him about this. Guess you could say I was madly in love and didn’t care about anything else.
After the first year, tragedy struck in his family and I was asked by him for some financial help; having a well paid job, I did help him. After that I began to realize that his visits were few and far between and he would only come around when he wanted money or sex.
As I said before, I really loved this man but he never told me he loved me.
I was of the opinion that since he was coming over and was nice, he loved me. I was wrong.
Within the space of that year he had emptied my bank account of just over $10 000 – yes, ten thousand. To put a figure on the amount I gave and spent on him, it is over $20 000. I even paid for the car he has and doesn’t put me in.
You see whatever he sees his friends with he wanted to have and I was his bank. Being blinded by my love for him, I kept on providing him with the services he needed – sex and money.
I began to get phone calls even from professionals. I was told that all the while he was involved with a legal girl (not a lawyer), his son’s teacher, his son’s therapist, his son’s barber, a girl at his workplace, a non-national, and he wanted to get involved with his son’s doctor as well. He had all these women with me and yet I held on to him.
He never took me anywhere, I’ve never met his family or his friends. I was told his mother hates me even though she doesn’t know me except on the phone. The only time he is nice to me is when he, as I said, wants sex or money – and that is the only time I would see him.
Many times I was sick but he never called or came by to see how I was doing.
I met a friend I haven’t seen for a while and we started chatting and she vowed to help me get out of this mess, and she did.
Well, with her help and my mother’s church friends I found the strength and the courage to kick him to the curb. Courage and strength to ignore his phone calls, especially on my payday; courage to keep my door closed whenever he comes a-calling.
I was heartbroken when I made this decision, but it was for the better, I am happily not in any relationship and won’t be for a while. So to all you women who might find yourselves in this same situation, you too can leave. It will hurt but in the end it is best.
My bank account is looking good again and I don’t have to be running to the doctor every minute. I was being used and abused and I chose to end it – you can too.
– Miss Beautiful And Happy
