My Husband and his mistresses

My husband and I, were the perfect couple. It was love at first sight. He was shy and soft spoken and I...well I was friends with everyone. Opposites in everyway, we somehow clicked and soon we were inseperable.Fast forward 4 years down the line, he proposed to me. He took me on a picnic and hired a photographer.He teared up as he told me how much he loved me, how he couldn't live without me- how he would be the happiest man on earth if I would marry him. I of course said yes- I loved him.

3 years later: he trembled and cried as he begged me not to leave him. I had caught him red handed in starting an affair with his work colleague. He had been  facebooking her and his email had kept the conversation thread. I read on, as my "shy" husband told her much he liked spending time with her, how he wanted to get to know her better - the hours logged alongside the conversation showed that they literally had been speaking all day and night. The tone sexual and intimate...I couldn't believe my eyes.

Thrown and angry, I demanded details. And yes, it turned out that she was younger, thinner and prettier than me. I wept, as I thought surely our years together meant something. I could never be 20 again. I will never be able to be "new and mysterious" after 7 years of shared holidays, triumphs and bodily fluids and odors...she was 20 and I was 28 and just like that,  I felt like this:

After many fights and crying jags, I told him I needed some space to think about our relationship. I wanted to continue, but I needed some time. During my self-imposed exile, God gave me an inspired idea. To ensure that I knew everything I needed to know so we could start fresh, I should ask him to take a lie detector test. I was so happy, because if there was nothing left to hide - he would jump at the chance- as it turned out, his first reaction was silence and than the damning response: you know that its admissable in court right.  And thats when this:

turned to this:

    

You Motherf*cker...

He told me two weeks after I left on holiday - he visited a prositute. My fiance, who would blush at the very mention of sex- had the balls to look up an escort agency and booked himself a whore.R500- thats what it cost. I asked him why he did it and he said: You wouldn't believe the amount of porn I had been watching. I was by myself and I just watched porn all the time.One day, I had been masturbating and I had come, but it wasn't enough...I needed to have sex.The urge was overwhelming.I looked at my husband and thought...

Like this cheating bastard

Nice try asshole..but then it all spilled out.woman after woman. Women he tried to pick up on trains, women he had online sex with and had met with and then, then there the women he worked with...(sigh)

And through all of it, was the ever consistent porn -  I would lying if I said I didn't know he had some porn - but these were the 2 or 3 clips I found on his laptop. It turned out he had a harddrive with over 400 movies on them and these were just the ones he decided to keep. My husband was a porn addict...

I chucked him out and cried and cried and cried. How could he? Was it because of my weight gain? Was it because I wasn't pretty enough- I knew what those women looked like and I looked NOTHING like them. He kept on saying he loved me, but if he loved me why didn't he tell me he had a problem?

He betrayed my trust and my love - and left me with nothing but contempt and heartbreak. If you see cupid, please tell him,I'm looking for him...