We met on OkCupid. You were my first online date in years, after mending my heart after a bad breakup. You were the "perfect guy"—six-feet-four (really six-feet-three) and you wined and dined me like no other. I really thought this is too good to be true—and between the weekend getaways, flower deliveries, notes under my door, and constant compliments I had a gut feeling something wasn't quite right.

You never answered your phone or let me come over to your apartment because it was "dirty," like I gave a fuck. After three months of dating, I finally came over to your place to find a stark, empty, seemingly staged apartment. You met my family, listened to my secrets, told me you loved me, had sex with me—all the while living a double life. You waited six months to tell me you were in an open relationship and lived with her! I was the only one not open in this relationship. You two lived together in your slimy little studio and had been together for over five years. I would call this emotional rape.

The sickest part is she knew all about me. You even sent her into my salon for a haircut, and we all went to get drinks (no big deal to me, because she was your "best friend"). You two are the most dysfunctional, sick, selfish, fucked-up people I have ever met. Next time you are looking for a third for your open relationship, make sure all parties are consenting.

—Anonymous