So 7 years ago I found out my husband and high school sweetheart was cheating on me and wanted to leave me. I moved into the house we were supposed to be a family in with our son. I went through a very rough patch, wasn’t the mom I needed to be. I was attention craving. I just couldn’t get myself to be okay. I could not hang out with my friends that had husbands because it hurt me. So I chose the wrong people to spend my time with. I fooled around with a couple of people before I met my boyfriend now. He had a complicated situation with his BM and didn’t want her to know he had anyone so he could still see his daughter. But I instantly fell for him and put myself in the situation to be hidden. That hurt me. So I still kept living my own life. I talked to people and fooled around with some people as well. I still kept seeing him even through all of this and I knew I wanted him forever but I just wasn’t ready for his situation to be in or him but I did the wrong thing and couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t live on my own, I was too immature and couldn’t handle being alone. My son and I moved In with my ex husbands parents because my only option was my moms house who had a million animals and went to the bathroom everywhere and I didn’t want my son in that situation. I moved in with them because I felt like it was the best situation for my son being so young and for me as his mom. I ended up having sex with my ex husband sometimes and I was seeing my boy friend 2 days a week and every other weekend and doing that with him as well. During this time our relationship was still hidden from his BM and she knew nothing about me, not anything about us on Facebook, nothing. Still does not make what I did okay. Everything I did was wrong. Anyway, I ended up moving out of there and moved in an apartment with my boyfriend and my son. And we became official at that moment and his BM finally knew. After 2 years. And he found on an iPad I had screen shots of things and conversations. He had found out the life I had been living since we had met. Before we moved in and once we lived together, I have never cheated on him or even had a thought of doing that. But I had trouble being honest about the past. I would give bits and pieces, but I just couldn’t be fully honest. We lived for a year or so like this maybe? Then he kept asking me questions and was not believing what I was telling him back then and he would say well it would only make sense if it was this or it would only make sense if it was that. He told me he only wanted to know the truth and no matter how bad, we would try and get through it. Well he wasn’t believing what I was saying and I felt backed into a corner and I lied. I had told him about my ex husband and how I had been doing that with both of them. And he said I went through a time when I was really sore. And I told him why I was. I had an IUD at the time and kept getting constant yeast infections from the Skyla. And I have a dryness problem, so I told him about the dryness problem. And he didn’t believe it. He said it would only make sense if he was big or there was a 3rd person. Well there was never a 3rd person. And he just would not believe me so I took what he said and I just said my ex was a little bit bigger. And i just thought it would just all be over if he just believed that. But it never was. For years until now, he would constantly ask me questions and I had to feed that lie basically and make it make sense. I had to make myself out to be worse than I was and like I was a size queen. And he just kept pushing for answers and I just kept lying and then he would never believe the size and finally the lie just got bigger. I said that he just had this huge monster private and that’s why I was sore. But that’s not true. He actually is smaller than my boyfriend is. And we barely did that. But it’s all still wrong regardless. Anyway, I finally came clean and told him the truth after all this time. I couldn’t live that way anymore and I couldn’t let him live like that anymore. I just want a real life and not be fake. He doesn’t believe me. He keeps telling me if I can provide proof even if it was verbal proof that my ex is really not that big like I was claiming or that there was not a 3rd person then we might be able to be together.I just don’t know how to get him the proof because my words hold no value since I have lied so much. I cannot figure out a way to prove it to him. I just felt like I could never tell him that I lied back then. And I didn’t want to lose him that bad, that I told him anything that would make sense to him. It’s terrible. And honestly I don’t care about a private size at all.
Please no rude judgements. I already know I am a terrible person and don’t deserve anything at this point. But I do want to save what we do have by doing what I need to do to be a good person. He deserves that.