Ok, I’ve sat thinking about the latest revelations that have changed my perception of a certain 5+ years of my life. First off, I know I dwell on things, that’s how I end up coming to a resolution to them. Second, a certain, and only, ex-fiance can happily go screw himself and his “wife”. The gyst, basically, I just found out that I was lied to for 5+ years about more than just the mundane daily bullshit. I was lied to about decisions to have kids, mainly, and I was lied to in regards to our “status”. Apparently, meaning it’s the only logical answer I can come up with, I cheated on said ex-fiance not once, but twice. Why? Because, according to my source (whom I trust more than said ex-fiance), he found out I was cheating on him after I moved out. Now, I’m not quite sure how to figure this, since he stopped referring to me as his girlfriend the day I broke up with him. After that I was just his roommate that he fucked (till I gave him 6 months of no sex). So, as a result of that, I started dating and seeing people other than him. Why? Because I was sick and tired of the games he was playing and wanted to get on with my life. At any rate, that’s the only answer I can come up with because he knew about my first indescretion, which led to me breaking up with him in the first place, because I couldn’t forgive myself. Now, onto the kids. As I’ve stated in a previous journal, from day one, he always talked about how evil and worthless kids were. I thought that was great because I wasn’t too keen on having them myself at the time either. I was also told that said ex-fiance, by said ex-fiance, was infertile due to radiation treatments as a teen. Apparently, that’s all a potential lie as well. Though, I know the kids were a lie, because my trustworthy source has informed me of how he always talked about wanting kids and he only said he didn’t want them because I didn’t want them. (Please keep in mind, he said he didn’t want kids first). So, not only does said ex-fiance have this thing with compulsive lying, he also seems to have an issue with accepting personal blame, but that’s something completely different that I would prefer to yell at him instead of writing it. Of course, that would completely wipe out my Scotsman’s desire to not have to pull me off of him at a club. Seriously, I need to resolve this within myself, especially since I’m not supposed to care about the pathetic pipsqueak I had the delusions of calling my husband. Thank the gods I woke up and left. And thank you to all the people who kept telling me I should.