We dated for six years and planned on getting married. I was 26 and you were 31. Now I'm 32 and you are 38. I should have run at the start when I found out about your "recreational" cocaine use. You convinced me that you did it once a year and I believed you. I also believed you when you said you sold marijuana "only to my friends" while you were in graduate school to become a special-education teacher. It took you five years to get through school and still no permanent job. I accepted this, as you said that this was common among teachers. I found out later that everyone in your class had already been offered a position. When I got pregnant, you said you didn't have enough money for a baby. You didn't even offer to pay for part of the abortion. You went skateboarding the day of the procedure, were late, and nonchalantly asked if I was cool if you went to go get something to eat while we were in the waiting room. The last straw was when we finally moved in together and I found e-mails from you to a random girl on Craigslist Casual Encounters with your pictures saying, "Meet here or there?" You did it again two months later, were too stupid to delete the e-mails, and tried to convince me it was spam mail. I knew better. You broke down crying saying how sorry you were and it would never happen again and you were high on coke. Absolutely fucking right it will never happen again. This is the man who is trying to teach in the Seattle School District?? Hide your kids, hide your wife!!!!!!
—Anonymous
