Two years ago I met the most amazing man. It was like I dreamed him up and breathed life into him.
He would buy me flowers, make me coffee every morning, he listened to my every hope and dream.
I had never had feelings like this before. It was all consuming. I had found my soulmate, and he had found me. My life was going to be everything I hoped for I was going to grow old with this man. We took our children to the shops and picked an engagement ring. It was perfect. I knew that he was ‘the one’.
A few weeks after this my world would fall apart in spectacular fashion and I would learn that the man I loved didn’t exist and that he was in fact stuff of nightmares….
One night he handed me one of his kids iPad’s, after being in my hands for less than five minutes it started beeping. I thought to myself ‘oh no, silly has left his imessages on’ so I went in to turn them off. What I found would be the beginning of the end.
I was in love, I thought that after all these years I had finally found the man that was made for me. Image via iStock.
There were messages to numbers I didn’t know, when I opened them up I realised they were to other women and contained naked pictures of him, and details of his ‘sexcapades’. There was also a reference to an email account.
When I confronted him that night about the messages he denied ever cheating, even though he had explicitly detailed what he wanted to and had done to these women. He looked me in the eye and lied, he didn’t even flinch.
Over the next day I managed to hack into this email account ‘that didn’t exist’.
He had tried to deactivate the account, but as many of you know nothing can just be deactivated these days and I reactivated the account. A code was sent to his mobile, I asked him to send it to me if he had nothing to hide. After four hours of procrastination and indignant denials he sent me the new password to the reactivated account.