So I met my ex almost 6 years ago and things took off super fast. I was 23 and he was 27 single dad of 1. The way we met at the time felt like a “love a first sight” kinda experience. He was a pest control tech and my grandma asked me to stay home to answer the door for the exterminator that day. The rest is history. Things got bad about a month in. He’d pick fights with me ( I was pregnant right from the jump) so I was hormonal and extra sensitive to his yelling at me for seemingly no reason. He would bash his ex and had me thinking she was a crazy “bitter” women. At the time I’d never been in a serious relationship especially one involving me getting pregnant so freakin fast so I was a mental mess. Everything he promised me I ate up without a second thought. I was thinking I’d found my person.

The sweetness quickly became sour once my family voiced their disapproval of him. Especially since he would literally come over just to fall asleep on my grandmas couch when we were supposed to hang out or coming in her house smelling like weed EVERY SINGLE TIME. I didn’t see it as him being wrong I was so far up his ass and the victim card he would play that I ended up falling out with majority of my family.

We moved into our first apartment 3 months after my son was born. It’s was beyond miserable. He promised he’d be able to support us or would try his hardest then after we moved he started complaining about his job. My son wasn’t in daycare and I wasn’t working yet. He never let me live that part down. He crashed my car which was the only form of transportation we had, my dad paid to get it fixed but wanted to be paid back. He put 50$ towards it and then fought with me anytime I brought it up. He would push and shove me during arguments aswell.

Fast forward a bit to having to move in with my dad because we couldn’t afford rent or food (I was taking food from my dads house to help us out) my dad wanted 100$ in rent from him and also helped him get a new job because he got fired from the other one. He never paid my dad, wouldn’t shower and that was the first time I’d found out he’d been messaging women while I was pregnant. I forgave him because he seemed genuine in his apology. 2020 we moved into our second apartment and literally a month in I found out he’d been cheating on me the whole year prior. Telling his friends I was a bitch and letting them call me out of my name. I found out he was on drugs and after we moved the second time I realized he had a drinking problem. After I called him out about cheating the “sorry” phase lasted two weeks with most of the effort coming from me. After that holes were getting punched in the wall, tvs were broken, the pushing and shoving started and the complete disregard started.

I caught him stealing from me red handed got cameras and caught him in my things. I run my own business and my supplies would go missing. He paid no rent the whole two years we were there and he continued talking to women at his job and damn near started a whole relationship while living with me.

The end of the lease came up and I decided to get my son out of that toxic environment. Which left him homeless for 4 months. I still helped as much as I could as far as helping to pay for hotel rooms ect.

He’d bought me gifts we’ve gone on family outings he’d call just to talk sometimes and we were still having sex up until about 3-4 months ago. I stopped because he was still disrespectful to me during disagreements. My son graduated prek in June and we spent the whole day together , he invited me to his new place so I could go to dinner with them later that night but I couldn’t because I had to work. Anyway the weekend after my son came home saying his dad took him to the movies with a lady and her two kids. Then next weekend my son went to her house. So clearly there’s someone else and I’m assuming they’ve been.

Asked him to be straight up and he tried to downplay it but I know better. Now he’s telling my son that he has two new sisters and that the lady is his girlfriend. He picked my son up driving her car the same way he would do his first baby mama when he was driving my car. It’s like it’s all happening all over again only I’m the crazy ex in the story this time. It’s been a wild and stressful month and I just wish I’d never met him. He was homeless when I met him and now it’s my fault that he was homeless this most recent time.

I looked at the way we met as a “love at first sight” but all he saw the opportunity to use me for everything I was willing to give. Now he’s moved on to a new supply.