Duped

I met him at work. I, at first was not impressed. I thought he was goober.But as time went on, I began to see how much he was liked by the co-workersand how fun-loving he was. I was not interested in him at first, but Isuspected he was attracted to me by the things he would do, like buying me abottle of my favorite wine and getting me front row tickets to see "Rent,"little stuff like that.

The night of the office Christmas party he came alone and then I knew. Wedanced the night away and he asked me to meet him at another bar. I went,against my better judgement (I have never been involved with a married manand didn't believe in it), but I had to know if my suspicions we correct(HELLO!). We continued to dance the night away and when he walked me to mycar, we kissed passionately. I will never forget that kiss as long as Ilive. He came over and we made out until I made him leave. The next day Iwas terrified. I was fairly new at this job and did not know what toexpect. I thought he would call me and say it was a mistake and forget itever happened. Instead, he called and asked when we could meet again. Ididn't know what to do. I had a wonderful boyfriend, although it was along-distance relationship, who was totally in love with me, wealthy andsingle. If I said no to this man would my job be on the line? So again,against my better judgement, I met him at a bar after work. The meeting waselectric! When we left, we went in his suburban, parked in the garage,overlooking the Mississippi River and made love. I know, it sounds crazy,but it was fantastic.

After that, he came over frequently, three and four times a night. We spentmost of the weekends together. What started out as just a fling, became afull-blown, passionate affair. We fell deeply in love. We went on weekendtrips together. When his wife took their three boys to Florida, he stayedwith me. We spent the night together in a beautiful hotel in downtown NewOrleans. He bought me many expensive gifts, gave me money, etc.

Then I got pregnant, three months into the relationship. I, being 34 yearsold with no children, wanted to keep the child, but knew I couldn't. Itwould do more harm than good. He never told me to have an abortion. Hesaid he would support any decision that I made. So I had the abortion thefirst weekend in April. The most horrible day of my life. Two weeks later,we took a trip to Florida.

He told me he has never loved anyone as much as he loved me. He confessedto having other affairs over the last twenty years, that were just briefflings, but nothing like this. After being together five months, I broke upwith my boyfriend and he said that he and his wife were separating. Hebegan to flaunt our relationship in front of other people, friends,co-workers (he took me on a trip to Florida where two other co-workers werethere for a golf tournament). He claimed their marriage had been over for along time and that he wanted to be with me.He even brought the kids around me. How could she not know?

Then things started to unravel. Two months after he said he and his wifewere separating, things just didn't add up. What was taking so long? Healways had an excuse. He was going to buy a house, then she said he had tobuy her a house. He wanted to make this transition as smooth as possiblefor the kids. I gave him until the end of the month to make a move.

We had just gotten back from another weekend trip. It was wonderful. Therewas passion, and an unbeliveable desire to be togehter as quickly aspossible. He was leaving on a trip with his boys that week. He claimed itwas going to be a boys only trip. He was meeting a friend and his boys inHouston and they would spend the week together and were going to the NBAPlayoffs.

He called me as soon as he got there and the next night, telling me how muchhe missed me and wanted to come home so we could be together. The next daya work, I found a message left to him from a furniture store saying that hisfurniture had arrived. The bells started going off in my head, big time!Why would they buy furniture if they were planning to move out of the house.It didn't make sense. When he called me that night, I asked him and he wasbasically taken off guard and couldn't give me a straight answer. Rightthen, I could tell everything coming out of his mouth was a lie. I wasdevastated to say the least. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.

He called me the next day at work and preceeded to berate me about mysuspicions. He told me his wife picked out two couches for the living roomand den because they were both a piece of poo ( I guess he had time to comeup with something) and he made him pay for them. He said that he hadn'teven talked to her at all and when they left for vacation, that she sworeshe would find a house for her to move into. He told me he was hurt andangry at my suspicions and swore he had never told me a lie. He said I wasacting childish and couldn't believe I was crying at work where everyonecould see me (everyone at work had their suspicions already). I hung upwith him feeling worse. He called me back a few hours later and told me howmuch he loved me and not to worry, that I was being paranoid and that weWERE going to be together.

The next day I called in sick because I couldn't sleep that night and wastoo upset and exhausted to face anyone. I called his cell phone thatmorning a left a message for him to call me. Then I called a friend aboutmy suspicions. She told me I should call his wife's work and see if she wasthere and hang up. When I did, they told me she was on vacation.Everything fell into place. I had been duped! I called his cell phone backand left a message stating that I found out that his wife was there withthem and that, obviously we're over and I was about to make his life aliving hell!

How could a man lie like that? Ubeliveable, elaborate lies. How can aperson treat another person like that. It's sick. He is a compulsive,sociopath liar, with absoulutly no conscious. It's inconceivable to me. Myheart was ripped out and he took a big dump in its place.

He did not return my call that day. The next day I went into work and foundout that he had not called there either. I figured he was pooing in hispants after he got my message and was trying to figure out his next move.I, on the other hand, contacted a lawyer friend of mine on how I could gethim back. He was not going to get away with this. Either I was going toconfess all to his wife or take him to court. He told me I could take himto court for intentional infliction of emotional distress. His career wouldbe ruined because the case would be public and his wife would find obviouslyout. I told him to draw up the papers, I would sign them on Monday.

That night, he called and left a frantic message on my machine that he wascoming over that in a couple of hours. I couldn't wait to hear this. He,at first got angry at me for totally overreacting about the situation. Thatthe couch thing was nothing and that his wife was in another town where herfamily and friends live and if I didn't believe him I could call her. HAH!He said he was going to take the couches when he left (Nice try), and that Ineed to s listening to my friends because they don't know the wholestory. I told him I didn't believe him and that he has no intention ofleaving his wife and that she probably is looking for a house....for THEM!He said I was way off base, the marriage was over, he told the kids on theway home that they were divorcing and that his wife wants out. Well ifthey both want out of this marriage so bad, why doesn't one of them leave?His excuse was for economical reasons. It was going to cost him money tobuy a house for her and he wanted to buy a house for himself as well.Whatever.

The next morning he came over and told me that she told him that night thatshe wanted him to find a place and move out ASAP! So he said he was goingto rent a house until the dust settled. He said if I want to leave therelationship until it was all over that I should, that he would have left along time ago if he were me, and that it was killing him over all of thepain he has caused me.

What do you think folks? I think that this is another ploy to keep me. Itold him that if he had been lying to me all this time, that he needed toseek professional help. This is an inhumane, unbelievalby sick act. He puthis hand over his heart and swore he was telling me the truth and nothingbut the truth, so help me God!

My friends tell me that he is lying. My instincts tell me that he is lying.My heart is telling me to give him the benefit of the doubt. My instinctsare telling my heart to go to hell.Thanks for listening.