72. Guy Of Worst Red Flags
My dad was very ill. And died. I was pregnant and at the hospital dealing with the details that follow death. I forgot my social, and my pregnant brain could not remember it. I sent my husband to go get it from our home. He doesn’t come back for hours and won’t answer his cell.
I told them I’d be back with the info and headed home to find out what happened. I go to open our door, and our couch is pushed against it. I’m trying to open the door, and he’s yelling at me.
Finally opens the door.
And he was doing drugs. They were everywhere (he was on probation at the time) we fought. Huge fight. Then, I ended up finding an underage girl in the closet. For some sick reason I stayed. Only to find out two years later, after lots of therapy, that he cheated again. And had been cheating our whole relationship.
I nicely packed his things and had them waiting for him. Filed for divorce that week. It’s been a year since I was divorced. I ended up dating way sooner than I thought I would. And I am now madly in love with a man I’ve known since high school, and he treats me and my daughter spectacularly.
Don’t stay in a relationship with this type of hurt. There is far better out there.