A few years ago, I was the one getting fucked around on.
Funny thing was that the relationship wasn't that great (though it did have its moments).
She was totally insecure, selfish to the max, a dictator, etc. She was always trying to control everything and everyone. (She had been fired from 3 jobs in 3 years.)
Anyway, at one point she told me that I was not to have anything to do with a long time friend (a threat to her), that I was not to see my sister anymore (a threat to her), and "limit my involvmet with my parents". I.e. not see them anymore either.
Needless to say, I ignored her.
Result, she started having an affair with this guy that was in her aerobics classes. It was an affair of the heart, not of the pussy either.
One day, she announced that she wanted "to be single again". After 5 years. I found that completely odd cause the times I was threatening to walk, she would physically lock her arms around me, my leg, etc to prevent me from leaving. One time I was dragging her across the floor while she was locked around my leg. It was unreal.
Anyway, when she announced that she wanted to be single again, I asked her if she was seeing anyone else. She said no. But it didn't fit with her past behaviour. This is a woman who had not been single for ONE MINUTE since she had her first boyfriend at 16. She always went from one guy immediately to the next. (Yes, I was an overlap too, however, when I met her, she was lving in Toronto, her BF was living in Calgary and couldn't decide whether he was married or separated. Along came single me and she made her decision fairly easily.)
Anyway, I bugged the telephone at home and hit pay dirt within a day as to who she was seeing (not my prime suspect, but one of them.)
Long story short, that guy who she was seeing ended up marrying her.
At first I was pissed off, but then I realized that he did me the BIGGEST favour in the world. As much as I still think he is a flake, I would have probably committed suicide by now if I was still with her.
Strangely enough, I owe him one for taking her off my hands and making her his problem.
(I have heard through the grape vine that he is now at HIS witt's end trying to cope with her.)
