This woman, if you can call her that, was a friend of my now ex-husband from high school. He and I started dating in late 2008 and everything was wonderful for the first 6 months or so. Then like every couple we had our petty arguments, but nothing I saw as a red flag. We moved in together shortly after our 6 month anniversary. On July 4, 2009 at 7 am in the morning she shows up on our doorstep, refusing to leave until we got up and came to watch the 4th of July parade with her and some friends. She sat on our couch till we got dressed and came out. I was pissed, my ex said lets go we wanted to see it anyway. So much to my dismay we went, and the day was terrible. After that I told him I wasn’t comfortable with them talking. They used to be f**k buddies before we started dating. But it ended when she got in a relationship and he started seeing me. || Things were good for a while after that. Right after our one year anniversary we got engaged. There was no contact between them for almost 5 months, until she got knocked up by some guy. Then she needed my fiancés shoulder to cry on. That didn’t go over well for me; I made him sleep on the couch that weekend. Until he apologized and swore to stop talking to her and I told her to back off. We changed his number and tried to move past it. || Our relationship was rocky from then on for more than half the time. And he became emotionally abusive and secluded me from my family most of the time. We got married June 2011. Three months after our wedding all hell broke loose. || He got weird with his phone, so I pulled the phone bill and found her number. I went back over the last year, and without fail everyday they texted and even talked on the phone. Worst of all, he texted her almost the whole day we got married, and during our honeymoon! I was done, I moved out the next day while he was at work. He cried, begged me to come back, swore he’s never talk to her again, and offered to go to marriage counseling. || I was gone two week before I agreed to go to marriage counseling, but I refused to move back. We went to four sessions of counseling before he started to refuse to go. I knew she was back in the picture. Turns out he had been sleeping with her, in the apartment that was under my name! They had been fooling around for the past year, as well as with another ex of his. I gave my apartment 30 days’ notice and they could rent it out the first of the following month and I told him to get his shit moved out. || Shortly after he moved out and I got the apartment squared away I filed for divorce. I didn’t see the emotional abuse until after I had told my parents about all the things he would do. But now I know better. I know not to let anyone treat me the way he did. And not to stay in a relationship if they have ex’s like this hanging around, because they allow it. || I do want to say big thank you to both Kassie, and Melissa (the other ex, I’ll be submitting her story next) for showing me how much better I deserve. And that some women are snakes in the grass, so I better keep my lawn short. || I am now happily engaged to a wonderful man who treats me amazing, and we are expecting our first child together. Just goes to show you, sometimes you go through some nasty weeds to get to a beautiful garden.