He just lied (and really fast) about being with a male friend at lunch and calling him…but no guy talks to another guy like he was talking.Red alert, I called my sister and she told me how to check a cell phone. I checked his phone when he got home, and there were three messages from other woman, one a stripper.I made the mistake of always asking him what was going on when I found things…always lied.I discovered a double life, I pieced it together and found that when he was the cruelest to me it was when he had an affair going on.I now know that there are real monsters that have no empathy and no conscience.
He never cared about what it did to me, or our son. Broke my finger, threw me to the ground or across the room…was losing control of the situation because he controlled everything with lies, and I was now looking and finding them. The strip club, he knew the strippers personally, had their numbers, met them outside the club.
Turns out everyone at his company knows he was a player.
When I called his family for help to help him, his sister immediately blamed me and stated that it takes two the make infidelity happen.
He is a complete different person from what he pretended to be.
We went to church every Sunday and were very involved, his insistence. I called him a rooster, my therapist (after I found all this and everything crumbled) told me the official therapy term is a peacock.