How does he deserve to be happy with ANYONE?
I recently had a conversation with a close friend, Erin, who shared a strikingly similar experience with her husband’s addiction to painkillers. It struck me how our stories mirrored each other, albeit with different substances at the center.
Erin, determined to reclaim her life from the grips of deceit, expressed her intention to file for divorce once she completes her college education. Like many addicts, her husband’s addiction is intertwined with a web of lies and infidelity, eroding the foundation of trust in their relationship.
Her words resonated deeply with me, particularly when she expressed her reluctance to witness her husband move on with someone else. It’s not jealousy that fuels this sentiment, but rather a profound sense of injustice—how can someone who has caused so much pain deserve happiness?
This sentiment may seem selfish, but it’s born out of the emotional turmoil endured by spouses like Erin and myself. Over the span of 24 years, my marriage to Blend has been marred by deception and betrayal, leaving my heart shattered time and again. The toll it has taken on my family’s well-being and stability is immeasurable, forcing us to rebuild our lives from scratch.
As I grapple with these conflicting emotions, I can’t help but wonder: after all the pain he has inflicted upon us, how can Blend believe he is entitled to happiness? It’s a question that perhaps only those who have walked a similar path can truly comprehend.
A Message to His Potential Targets
In my ongoing effort to shed light on the deceptive web spun by my husband, Blend, I’ve taken the initiative to reach out to several women who have found themselves ensnared in his allure. These individuals, whom Blend has interacted with, met, engaged in cyber affairs with, or formed deeper connections with, have inadvertently become targets of his manipulative behavior. Over the years, many of these women have become my allies, offering support and solidarity in navigating the turbulent waters of betrayal. Occasionally, I receive updates from concerned spouses or individuals who suspect similar patterns of deceit in their own relationships, further highlighting the widespread impact of Blend’s actions.
Here goes:
Dear [Recipient],
My name is [Your Name], and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart, driven by a sense of duty to fellow women who have found themselves entangled in the web of deceit spun by my husband, Blend. You may know him by various aliases such as eyesmeet, 1desertdog, or searchin.
I’ve recently discovered that you’ve been in communication with Blend through [platform/method]. As someone who has traversed the tumultuous terrain of marriage with Blend for 22 years, I feel compelled to share my story with you—a story marked by heartbreak, betrayal, and ultimately, the pursuit of freedom.
Blend’s addiction to sex has cast a long shadow over our marriage, leaving a trail of lies, deception, and shattered trust in its wake. Despite my repeated attempts to extricate myself from this toxic relationship, I’ve found myself ensnared time and again, succumbing to moments of weakness and misplaced hope.
Let me paint a clearer picture for you: Blend’s addiction knows no bounds. From clandestine cyber encounters to covert rendezvous, he thrives on the thrill of illicit connections, all while maintaining a facade of charm and charisma. But make no mistake—his actions are driven by an insatiable craving for validation and gratification, devoid of any genuine emotional connection.
I share these insights not to vilify Blend or seek retribution, but to offer a warning—a cautionary tale borne out of years of anguish and regret. A sex addict, by nature, is a master manipulator, adept at weaving a web of lies and half-truths to suit their needs.
As I embark on my own journey of healing and self-discovery, I implore you to heed my words: Blend will not change. His patterns of behavior are deeply ingrained, resistant to reform or redemption. I urge you to guard your heart and protect yourself from further harm.
In sharing this letter with you, I ask for your discretion and understanding. My primary concern is the safety and well-being of myself and my children, and I trust that you will respect our privacy in this matter.
If you feel compelled to share your own experiences or seek solace in solidarity, I’m here to listen. Your perspective may offer invaluable insights to others who find themselves in similar circumstances.
Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. May it serve as a beacon of caution and hope in navigating the complexities of relationships and addiction.
With warm regards, [Your Name]
And I gave them the blog URL so they can read just a touch of what I have gone through.
Once a Cheater Always A Cheater
Let’s dive into the tangled web of relationships, where deception lurks in the shadows, waiting to shatter trust and fracture hearts. As someone who’s weathered the storm of betrayal, I’ve come to understand the weight of lies and the scars they leave behind.
Picture this: Blend, the enigmatic figure who waltzed into my life one November evening, igniting a whirlwind romance that seemed destined for eternity. Yet, beneath his charming facade lay a tumultuous past, marked by a rollercoaster of emotions with his ex-partner, Tami. Their relationship, marred by a history of deceit and infidelity, cast a long shadow over our burgeoning love.
Fast forward to the dawn of a new year, where Blend’s behavior took a suspicious turn. Claiming his truck was in the shop, a seemingly innocent request to borrow my car for a business meeting across town unraveled into a web of lies when news of a Bill Cosby concert in the city surfaced. Blend’s claim of declining the invitation due to his supposed detachment from Tami crumbled in the face of reality— he and Tami were at the concert, in my car, fueling a firestorm of betrayal and heartache.
The following morning through a series of phone calls, I obtained Tami’s phone number. She admitted he was there and had spent the night, but he refused to take my call. I gave a deadline to get my car back to me or I would file charges of theft.
Add here: Blend’s truck was not in the shop, but hidden in his mother’s garage. He selfishly did not want to put the mileage on his car into the city. A cheater can often be very selfish. After all cheating, to begin with, is a selfish act. My car was returned by the time I requested. Obviously, I would not have called the police, because I was the idiot who fell for the story and did loan him my car. I was hurt, insulted, angry, and I broke up with him.
In the aftermath, Blend’s persistent pleas for reconciliation clouded my judgment, blurring the lines between forgiveness and self-respect. But amidst the chaos, one truth eventually emerged crystal clear: once a cheater, always a cheater.
Join me as we navigate the labyrinth of love and deceit, uncovering the lessons hidden within the wreckage of broken trust. Through shared experiences and introspection, we’ll embark on a journey of healing and self-discovery, reclaiming our power in the face of heartbreak.
Stay tuned for more revelations, insights, and perhaps, a glimmer of hope amidst the ruins of shattered dreams.
Where did I go? 