Behind Every Lie: A Bitter Truth
I've been caught in a relationship with a divorced man for eight years.
We've broken up and reconciled too many times to count. In the end, I tallied ninety-four breakups and five divorces between us.
One more would make it an even hundred, but I'm too exhausted to continue this cycle.
The first breakup happened when I was giving him my virginity. Halfway through, his ex-wife called asking him to pick up some bread, and he simply left.
The fifth breakup occurred when he abandoned me, newly pregnant, on the highway to comfort his ex-wife who was having complications with her own pregnancy.
I ended up in a car accident and miscarried. He arrived at the hospital with his clothes disheveled.
Despite all the pain he caused me, I could never bring myself to truly leave him.
Our most recent divorce happened for an equally absurd reason. His ex-wife and their child were participating in a family reality TV show that required them to appear as a complete family unit.
To protect his ex-wife's public image, he divorced me yet again.
When filming wrapped, he called to discuss remarrying.
This time I refused, because I'm going to marry someone else.