I met a boy..... He was so perfect..... We were the perfect couple, everyone thought so...... My daughters loved him, I loved him, my friends loved him, my family liked him. He was a Lung Cancer Survivor, a Philadelphia Mummer, his friends liked me, we were the perfect couple.
We were supposed to be married on May 20th, the rings were bought, the airline tickets were ready, Naples, FL was waiting, sunrise, white sand, crystal clear blue water. He WAS the perfect boy....
and then....
He came home from work one day and he was acting a little strange and a little hair on the back of my neck went up and something was not quite right..
The texting began, the passwords were all changed, but he loved me and he said we were forever up until the very last minute, he said there wasn't anyone else and then I spoke to her and he still said we were forever and he loved me......... And then I asked him to leave and he wouldn't...
So, for 6 long days he lived in my house and then the "others" found me. The one he left bankrupt, the one he "borrowed" money from, the college girl whose heart he broke, the girlfriend from high school that he hurt a very long time ago, the psychologist who said he was a sociopath, the girl that said he had been diagnosed as bipolar, the one from 6 months ago that he told he had just gotten out of a coma from chemotherapy treatment; they all found me. Then we found the letter - the one where he told his ex-wife how sorry he was, how wonderful she was and how he lied to her and everyone about having cancer, he shaved his head to prove it. The court records, the Domestic Violence, the Protection from Abuse, the Harassment Charges, the court ordered protection that he wasn't able to see his kids for at least 5 years due to Domestic Violence and Anger issues, the one that said he wasn't a fit parent.
I fell to the ground, I scrambled to make sure my girls were safe, I prayed on my knees every night I would wake up the next morning as he slept on the floor in my living room.
I didn't cry, I still haven't really cried, he broke my heart, yet that person doesn't even exist. He is a sociopath.
He left, at 10:22 am one beautiful Sunday morning, we had a changing the locks party, I had an alarm installed, I collected DNA because I don't know what he is capable of, I filed a police report. He has moved on to other women, I have seen pictures and it hurts, but yet I can barely remember his voice, I can't really remember what he looks like and my Girls' have all but forgotten him. I still haven't cried and I really need to cry.
I am scared I will never trust anyone again, but I want to love someone like I loved him, but I want them to be REAL. I'm afraid....
