He is a complete different person from what he pretended to be.We went to church every Sunday and were very involved, his insistence. I called him a rooster, my therapist (after I found all this and everything crumbled) told me the official therapy term is a peacock.If they can’t care, then therapy is just another game. He became very infatuated with one and even opened a business for her.Shopping trips for strippers and other women, and I was never allowed to spend a dime, I just figured he was a tight wad, but I at the time did not mind saving for our family and future.and the horrible insults, his leaving for days at a time as I found affairs, more and more, I finally filed for divorce.I hung on so long, prayed, cried, begged, but he just continued and went beserk and lied and lied.
When I called his family for help to help him, his sister immediately blamed me and stated that it takes two the make infidelity happen.
I made the mistake of always asking him what was going on when I found things…always lied.
I discovered a double life, I pieced it together and found that when he was the cruelest to me it was when he had an affair going on.
I did not know that so much money was being spent, and on strippers and that he had other women.
As I found more and more, the shock of how deep, how dark, how sick he is, and then his “frustration” and blowing up at me became so great.