He was someone else’s husband

Lnm, please forgive me, I forgot to log in and my username is weird<br><br>I want to get this off my chest because it’s been a while and I still think about what could’ve happened and the humiliation I felt afterwards.<br><br>He was optional in the beginning and I only got involved with him because my ex had broken up with me when I was 19. He was also 19 and the first guy I dated after being single but he was so different from my ex and I should’ve run. Initially, he was charming and sweet and seemed to understand me as a friend, and I don’t know why I thought he’d be good for me as a partner. I think because I was lonely and I was stupid enough to believe that he liked me.<br><br>I went on a few dates with him, which I cut short because I couldn’t stand the way he licked his lips in a very sexual manner to me when we’d have any kind of conversation. He was sly and leering and would stare at me until I asked him why. He was always looking around when we were in public and I started to wonder why. But the most disturbing thing about him was that he was married to someone else. I didn’t know this at first, because he lied about it, until his wife came to my doorstep and started a fight. She said that I was his mistress and that I couldn’t keep him because she had been his wife since she was 19 and she was 42, to my 24 years old.<br><br>I was shocked when she came to my home because I had no clue that he was still involved with her. I’d only gone out with him a few times and talked to him for a few months. I took it slow and he’d try to pressure me into having sex with him. I went out with him about five times over the course of a few months. I remember being so fed up with his lies that I lied back and said that I had herpes and that I couldn’t have sex with him for a few months. He was disgusted and asked me why I’d hide that until then. I actually didn’t have an std, but I told him that I didn’t want to get hurt by him and I didn’t want to ruin my reputation. He got angry and said that I was being dramatic and that I shouldn’t have said that I had herpes when I didn’t.<br><br>This was a turning point for me and I saw what a terrible person he was. He’d always try to find out if his wife had been with another man during their marriage. He’d pry into her past and ask her all these invasive questions about the men she’d dated in college and he’d get angry if she didn’t answer. He’d try to do the same thing to me and ask me about my past in a belittling way. He’d always remind me that I was still a virgin when I met him and he knew I was young. He’d always comment on my weight and tell me that I was too skinny and that I needed to get a gym membership. He’d say these things that made me feel inferior to him and I started to realize that I was being groomed by him.<br><br>I went to his house once and his wife was there. She started a fight and tried to hit me. She accused me of sleeping with her husband and I was crying because I’d had no clue that he was still married. I didn’t know anything about her until then and she’d been his wife for 23 years. He’d never told me that he was still married to her but I think a part of me always knew that he was lying and that she was the truth. I confronted him and he tried to justify himself by saying that she’d cheated on him and that their marriage was in shambles.<br><br>I tried to report him to the authorities but they didn’t believe me and they told me that he was still married to her and that I’d been his mistress. It was humiliating and I couldn’t get anyone to believe me. I couldn’t report him and I couldn’t even get a restraining order. I couldn’t do anything because no one would believe me.<br><br>I knew that I couldn’t go to the police because he was a lawyer and I knew that he’d deny everything and I’d be the liar. I knew that I had to do whatever I had to do to protect myself, so I blocked him and moved away. But I never got justice and his wife never apologized. I still think about what happened and how I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I couldn’t stop him from hurting his wife and I couldn’t stop him from hurting me. I couldn’t report him and I couldn’t get a restraining order. I couldn’t do anything and I still feel guilty all the time.<br><br>I hope that this is the last time I have to think of him and I hope that I can finally be happy without him. I hope that I can finally be free of him.