It all started so well, with the man who brought a smile to my heart again, who enveloped me in bear hugs and told me that he believed in my abilities.
But sadly the relationship with Mr Red Sports Car is now little more than a car wreck, a part of my life that I wish to forget. I am writing about it here partly to vent but also, in part, as a cautionary tale. One to remind you, especially if you are a woman, to value yourself and your financial future.
So I met Mr Red Sports Car on Tinder. Yes, Tinder. He told me that he had strong family values and that he was big on integrity. He was working in IT, and later I found out that he had worked closely with my father on a work project. My dad thought highly of him. He met my friends and everyone seemed to like him. He took me out to some amazing dinners, listened to me and was a real gentleman. He told me on our first date that I gave him butterflies in his stomach and that no-one had ever done that before. I thought, I really did, that it was the real thing and that it was mutual.
And yes, he told me he loved me. Often. Including on a fabulous trip to Taiwan over Christmas and the New Year that included seeing in the year on a rooftop watching fireworks.
So, what went wrong?
Cracks started to appear later that January. Hard to say really, but he became busy with work, so very busy. And busy and distracted with finalising his divorce. He never had time – he said he wouldn’t be able to take a day or two of leave to go away together until August. He still hadn’t told his family he was ‘dating someone’, let alone dating me. He rarely said he loved me, and he became quite self-absorbed. It was always me cooking for him, giving him massages, listening to his troubles, caring for him, soothing his pain. He had once promised to treat me like a queen, but I was feeling like Cinderella.
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Hang on. This guy and you broke up - honestly he sounds like a real chancer and very into the chase and fun, not so hot once that thrill is finished, which it is around the year mark, usually. Then he got together with someone else and didn't tell you. Well okay. But... you'd broken up and you were dating others. Look, I get that it's humiliating, since you had promised honesty and friendship, but he sounds like he wants to keep his options very much open and has actually done very well at this until now. Also. Crucially, he wasn't divorced when you got together and admitted cheating on his wife. There's a giant red flag. Just a huge one. Well rid, definitely, but he doesn't owe you anything at all, nor you him.
I had a very similar experience with a widower I met 12 months after his wife's death. It was a whirlwind romance and he seemed perfect in every way. We also went on a trip at Christmas, ours was to Europe where I met his family. Once we got back the cracks started to show and he wanted me to give him time because he was in a bad place. It then came all about what I could do to make him feel better and I compromised myself again and again. He'd break up with me then get in touch weeks later saying I was the one, promise the world then after a while ask for space again. This pattern repeated itself until I found out he was alternating between me and a girl who worked for him and was half his age. I understand what you mean about putting yourself last, trying to help other people and make them feel good whilst feeling worthless and frustrated yourself.
I have come out the other side and I am a stronger, more confident woman for it. I have now started a Life Coaching business to help women that have gone through separation or divorce and are struggling to move on or live successfully in their new situation. Well done to you for realising how special you are!