After going through a divorce, I kept to myself for several years. Eventually I came out of my shell and I met this guy online. He was good looking and talked a great game. On our first date he treated me like a queen and at the end of the day, we had fantastic sex. The next date was a repeat of the first with more sex and less wandering around. By the third date, I was getting really keen on the prospect of regular sex. Despite the fact we lived about 100 miles apart, I would trot my butt down to see him every chance I got. Not far into things, he asked to borrow some money and so began a period of my life. He continually asked me for money in increasing amounts, until he had borrowed over $5000 from me. As time passed, I learned that he was also seeing 3 other women (by seeing I mean fuck buddies with), was bipolar, a pathological liar, and chronically depressed and just when I thought it was over he came to my hous efor a weekend visit on the promise that he was going to pay me back and to make up for “being a shit”, begging forgiveness, and telling me he was in the black hole of depression. He left only when I kicked him out over 3 months later.
