Liar, Liar

I wonder what her pity party theme is. Mine, was his Uncle molested him every night for 3 years. Coming in his room after everyone went to bed to give him head. 
I asked him one time why he didn't stop it. He said cause his uncle threatened to put his family on the streets if he told. Later to find out it was just him, his brother and little sister who were sent to stay with their Uncle while the parents moved their stuff from another state... that took over a year. The only time he mentioned his sister being there was when he admitted to molesting her because he thought "that was normal in families". First he was 9 to 12 yrs old then he was 12 to 15 yrs old. 
When I met him his Mother had nothing to do with him. His Dad barely talked to him. His sister, loathed him. I'll save the details of what I later found out that made it make more sense and disgusting.
But that is why he drank. To cover up his pain. To hide the deep scars of his deep family secrets. Having grown up in a bit more stable home with loving parents and siblings, I was determined to "save him" from himself.

Looking back now at all the accusations and his ability to convince people I cheated on him multiple times,  I can only imagine that is her pity party. He drank and became an alcoholic because of me. 
I couldn't have a job with male Co-workers without being accused of cheating. He would even torment me with how all his "friends" wanted to get with me. Of course that  started after his buddy told me about a night at a Morrison bar in CO where they were playing pool and he saw 2 girls and told his buddy which one he was getting and that he could have her friend. James said he disappeared for a little bit after hanging all over this bar whore. 
When I confronted him and he denied it, James set him up to meet and put his phone on speaker so I could hear the conversation.  I heard him tell the bartender, "this guy's telling my wife what happens when we go out". I knew the bartender. I called him and asked him to clarify what I heard. Dan said, "Yes that is what he said and if I were you I'd stop believing his lies. He comes in here enough and I see how he is with the women in here." 
I was 6 mo pregnant. Where tf was I gonna go? I had no where to go. And that was just the beginning of my hell with a LIAR. 
 

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