When I went to touch him he would move
away or act like he didn't wanna be touched (only when he wanted too).
After a few months of feeling rejected, I got to where I wouldn't touch
him (I was afraid of being rejected again). It hurt a lot, but I didn't
realize that maybe he was afraid to get close to me in fear I would
leave him, Like his 2nd wife did and his g/friends have. I couldn't
leave him, For I felt real love like I have never felt before. If you
have ever felt love, really felt it inside, you will know where I am
coming from. I can sit next to him and if he holds my hand or even
smiles at me I have such a wonderful feeling inside like I have never
felt before (which I haven't).
Anyways I took months of his controlling
me and yelling at me and other things that would hurt me. I felt like I
didn't know if he loved me or not, Sure he said he did, but saying it
and showing it, are two different things. So to make a long story short,
last night I couldn't sleep and he couldn't either.
He thought I was asleep when he got out
of bed and went to another bed. I got up and got on the computer (same
thing that brought us together came close to destroying us). Well anyway
when I turned it on and went to get my e-mail it brought up his alias
e-mail with a picture of a girl he had on here months ago before I came
along. On it she put "Hope u like what u see". I got really angry and
took off in the car. He came after me and I told him "How could you do
that to me? I left everything and everyone back home for you". Then I
told him he could have the chick (being nice) he actually said "bitch"
and all the rest out here.
We were up all night. I have never heard
a man beg and plead like he did. He knew I was gonna leave him for good.
Happy to say we did talk things out. I think patience and understanding
and real love w/compassion is a lot better than just throwing in the
Don't think he will ever care to see
another girls pic. Just some advice - if u do get w/someone out here,
don't rush into anything, get to know each other first.
You can't know the happy, without knowing the sad. C-ya'll for now.
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