Mr. Broken Promises – now he was my night and shining armor. He was the one I thought… I had met him online as well shortly after my divorce. He was also going through a divorce and seemed like a great guy. Taking care of his dying relative every day while fighting for custody of his kids.
Things also started off great! We had the “divorced connection” with religious family backgrounds. I thought we had a connection. We got talking about the deep stuff, and then he introduced me to his friend, whom I’ve never met to this day! I chatted with both of them and we began this crazy sexual threesome. I began to thrive for nights when I could sneak up to his dying relatives house and spend a few hours with him. We had made plans for our life and where we wanted it to go.
Then things started to get weird. He stopped coming by and started asking if random men, whom I’ve never met, could come to my house for a hookup. Of course he wouldn’t be there, as he had to work. I kept telling him no and that I thought it wasn’t safe but he kept assuring me.
It got to the point where he would come over on Sundays for breakfast, a place to sleep and a quickie. Which lasted a few weeks then turned into massive amounts of broken promises of going out on dates and spending holidays together. I worked with a guy who was friends with his family, and after not hearing from him for a few weeks I asked the guy I worked with what was going on with the family and if the relative had passed. The weekend rolled around and the coworker came back saying that the relative was still alive and all was fine. Then I received a text from Mr. Broken Promises informing me that his divorce was not final yet, like he said it was, and that I couldn’t go around telling people we were dating. I informed him that I hadn’t and asked as a concerned friend.
You, Mr. Broken Promises, were my first and hopefully last experience with sex trafficking…