posted on Aug, 24 2010 @ 05:10 PM
Actually, this probably will lead to several questions, but here we go...
I am a nice person. To be honest, I am too nice. Apparently I'm somewhat naive also, so keep this in mind while reading.
I have never been one to get revenge. I have always been one to be not easily angered, but if I do get mad, I do it, I cry, I get in a bad mood, I'm
upset for a few hours or days... depending on the situation and then I get over it. Live and let live.
Well, very recently, I was in a relationship with a man that I was VERY good to. Honestly, I think I had been better to him than anyone ever had in
his entire life. I treated him like an absolute king and would have done just about ANYTHING for him. The relationship started off great. I thought
he was the man of my dreams. His family loved me and I cared a lot for them. I was in love with him. Absolutely in love. I did basically whatever
he wanted me to do, but I liked to because it made me happy to make him happy. Things were great.
Little by little, things started to go down hill. He started acting differently towards me and basically only just wanted to see me when he needed
something. I finally told him that I felt like I was just being used. Before, when we were helping each other equally, I would have never thought
that, but it really had turned into a one-sided relationship. I knew something was up, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Long story short,
this man that I had been so good to... had went out of my way, every single day to help, had been cheating on me with several women. I was mortified.
The truth all came out one day when I showed up at his work and asked where he was and was told that he had just left with his girlfriend. Well, he
had left with ONE of his girlfriends.
I immediately called him and yelled at him and called him everything in the book and then some. I told him I would be coming to pick up my stuff and
it better be there and in good condition when I got there. He wouldn't see me face to face, so he left my things with his brother and took off to
who knows where. I arrived at his brother's house with the intention of just getting my things and leaving, but his brother invited me in, told the
children there to go play in their room, and for the next hour, while I sobbed my eyes out, his brother revealed things to me about the man I had
dearly loved that absolutely blew my mind. This man had been living there with his brother until that day because on that day, just before I got
there, they told him he was no longer welcome to live with them.
Turned out that the man I had loved so much and had put so much into had been in prison several times, had a rap sheet a mile long, was on parole and
driving on a suspended license. He was still married to a woman he hadn't seen in years and had been seeing numerous women behind my back, and all
for one reason... he was using us to get as much out of us as he could. When one of us caught on or was unable to help, he moved on. Of course his
family had known about his past, but didn't speak of it to me because they truly thought he was a changed man, until that day when he showed up at
their house with a girl who wasn't me, when he was supposed to be exclusively seeing me, and said he was seeing this girl so that she would pay his
child support. Turned out that if he was even one day late on his child support, he was going straight back to prison. The family had been catching
on too... they had been finding pill bottles around the house and knew that he was lying about where he was. I also found out that he owed them I
don't even know how much money that he had been promising to pay back, but he kept telling them that his pay from his job was delayed. When he
showed up with a new girl after they knew he was only supposed to be with me, it all came to a head and basically went to hell.
I found out later that night that he had treated another of his brother's the same way and had even been talking of making drug runs. There is a lot
more to the story, but I think this will suffice.
So anyway, I lost it. I knew the guy was out driving around on a suspended license, on parole, on pills, with kids in his vehicle and I reported him
to every possible agency I could report him to so that his ass would basically go straight back to prison ASAP! Now, it's true that he had already
been in prison twice, once for attempted murder (geez, the things I get myself into!) and once for something that I'm not even sure of. He was
endangering children by being under the influence of drugs while driving and was in violation of numerous other laws. I will admit that I DID call
because of the kids. I was worried about them even though I only knew his son. I cared very much for his son and I thought he did too, but wow...
he's a con artist. He could have made me believe anything. But, even though I reported him because of all these things and he was doing so many
illegal things, the driving force behind it was anger and hurt over what he did to ME and I was absolutely determined to have him caught as soon as
possible. I had never EVER been so hurt in my entire life by anyone, and I thought I'd seen it all! I don't feel bad about reporting him because
he was endangering children, but it does bother me that hurt and anger were the main reasons. Make sense?
So, logically, I know that if he's caught (he may have been already) those children are safer and there will be one less drug dealer on the streets
here. But spiritually and emotionally, it bothers me that I did it out of anger. I know the majority of you ATS'ers will think I'm nuts for
feeling bad for reporting such a creep, so I kindly ask for mostly feedback from the more spiritual of us.
Will this come back on me? I mean, I know that if he found out, he could easily show up at my house and blow me a way, but I mean as far as karma
goes? I feel like I did the right thing for the wrong reasons.
I also wonder if maybe the whole point of my relationship with him (in the big scheme of things) was for all this to happen so someone WOULD have him
put away before he hurt someone... not sure about that. Just one of the many things that have gone through my head recently.
I'm not scared of physical harm. I feel that I am protected and if he does do something to me, well, then that's just one more reason for him to be