Gurpreet Singh Ranu Dumb Fuk. I started seeing a 29 year-old man a year ago, with whom I thought I was having the best relationship of my life. We were having so much fun and the relationship was loving, respectful, understanding and physically amazing. At the beginning, his background story scared me. He had cheated on his wife eight years ago, getting both his wife and mistress pregnant nine months apart. Things didn’t work out with either of them and it ended up in a pretty bad court case. So I doubted his ability to be truthful, but he convinced me, with a lot of communication about personal growth and 100pc openness, that he was trustworthy. Things got pretty serious, and I met his children and from then on, I was with them every single day they were with their dad. I discussed my fear of getting close that soon, as it would be disturbing for them and myself if things didn’t work out between us. He told me that I shouldn’t, they were now my family. The boys told their mothers about me, family life was great, and I met his friends and family on a regular As his life was complicated with the boys and because he works some nights, I respected that he needed to take the relationship slowly. However, after a couple of months, we agreed on moving in together. I started transferring my lease, and planned in my head the amazing life I would have with him. I was really happy. Things got difficult just before quarantine. He started questioning our choice of living together so soon, and I had to stop the lease transfer process. He told me he was under a lot of stress because of the quarantine, afraid of losing his job, and had to do training on weekends to get a promotion. I was supportive of his hectic life, taking whatever time he was giving me, and helping him with cooking, cleaning, looking after the kids, while this rough patch was happening. But then, there was a little voice. How come he works so much? Why wouldn’t he answer texts for two days straight? Using his work iPad I decided to snoop. I wasn’t proud of myself, but I had been in two years of therapy for the damage of an abusive relationship in the past, and all the signs were there. I discovered he was having an intimate relationship with a woman whom he had told me was only a friend. She had left her long-term boyfriend for him. Without reading too much, or thinking further I texted him. When he didn’t reply I sent her a message on Facebook saying I had discovered their communications. Surprised, she said she was at his place right then, with him, and didn’t understand what was happening. We talked to each other, and I discovered that they had been together for six months. She knew we were together, but he forged a letter saying he didn’t love me and forged my answer. He convinced her we weren’t together anymore, and they became an official couple.