Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:What? You dated him for a year and didn't know he was married? Hmmm...
Op here. I met his friends, I had stuff at his apartment, and he had stuff at mine. We celebrated my birthday together, went on vacations together. Short of assuming that every man is a lying married cheater and calling a private investigator, how in the world was I supposed to know? Until I found out, it had literally never crossed my mind that could happen to me.
My stomach still feels upset just thinking about it.
Because he did not spend thanksgiving, Christmas or NYE with you. Because you never met his family.
Lots of people have apartments in the city and commute home on the weekends or fly to another city for the week and have an apartmen
Did you just fall off the turnip truck?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:What? You dated him for a year and didn't know he was married? Hmmm...
Op here. I met his friends, I had stuff at his apartment, and he had stuff at mine. We celebrated my birthday together, went on vacations together. Short of assuming that every man is a lying married cheater and calling a private investigator, how in the world was I supposed to know? Until I found out, it had literally never crossed my mind that could happen to me.
My stomach still feels upset just thinking about it.
Because he did not spend thanksgiving, Christmas or NYE with you. Because you never met his family.
Lots of people have apartments in the city and commute home on the weekends or fly to another city for the week and have an apartmen
Did you just fall off the turnip truck?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:It would be nice of you to meet her. If you were lost and terrified and alone, I'm sure you would appreciate someone being kind enough to listen to you. Treat her how you would hope someone would treat you.
This. You don't need to invite her be your bestie, but just be kind to her.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:What? You dated him for a year and didn't know he was married? Hmmm...
Op here. I met his friends, I had stuff at his apartment, and he had stuff at mine. We celebrated my birthday together, went on vacations together. Short of assuming that every man is a lying married cheater and calling a private investigator, how in the world was I supposed to know? Until I found out, it had literally never crossed my mind that could happen to me.
My stomach still feels upset just thinking about it.
Anonymous wrote:What? You dated him for a year and didn't know he was married? Hmmm...