My amazing life got torn away from me, and this is my story. I was with an amazing guy who had almost everything in life set for him and he loved me with everything as I did him. We were together for 3 years but in our second year I got pregnant with his first son. I was so excited and so was he. Every spring and summer we had bonfires and invited a few friends and would hang out, well the spring of 2013 I had noticed some changes but didn’t really think anything of it cause I was love struck thought my life was perfect, and I was going to be having our son that fall. Well he started going to the bar more and more, said he was hanging out with his buddies he needed to get his time in with them before the baby came cause he wouldn’t have the time to do it after he is born. So I shook it off and went on with our life. || October 2013 our son was born. That December he proposed to me on Christmas day of course I said yes. I know I probably should have said well you need to stop going to the bar so much and stop staying out so late before I say yes. He would go to the bar and never come home till 5am/6am. There were nights he never came home. But boy if he came home from the bar he would start a fight with me for no reason at all. I would be in bed sleeping and he would barge in screaming and yelling for nothing. Well anyways the wedding planning began, my family and I started buying things needed and booking the rentals. We were to get married in august 2014. So in the meantime while the wedding planning is going on I’m getting phone calls from friends that were at the bar while he was there and they are telling me he is cheating on me with Donna who was also my friend and bridesmaid, and she had a husband. Not the first time she cheated on her husband though. She slept with just about the whole bar or at least had their slongs in her mouth. I would confront him about it and he would deny it and say that’s just bar talk everyone is drinking and they make stuff up just to get stuff started so they can see a fight. || So I waited it out for a while and started doing some digging. I got his phone one night and there it was, the proof I needed. Texts, pictures all that. Needless to say wedding was called off, him and I split up and I moved out that April. He tried and tried to get me back, yes I gave him a few chances and he blew it within hours just to go sleep around with a homewrecking bar Whore. I’m just glad I didn’t go through with the wedding.