No I never cheated. In fact, I took care of her like you couldnt believe. Never asked her to work, gave her everything I could. She had a wreck a year or so before we met, and shattered her arm. Had to have another surgery a couple years later, and I had to do everything for months, she couldnt get out of bed. I worked full time, slept on the floor, cooked and cleaned. She was in horrible pain, and treated everyone like shit then. (Her mom thought I was going to give up and leave.) When she felt better, I took her to Europe. Bought her a ring. I loved the hell out of the little bitch. Still do. And she WAS a little bitch. 5'1, 95 pounds, and mean as hell. Not in a trashy way. Shed just had a tough life for a few years with family stuff, and it made her determined and a bit distant. Not usually with me, she would be very sweet to me, for the most part, for months at a time. Whatever...
I paid for that house for the first two years, never asked her to work, although she did babysit her nephew and went to school, so she wasnt just sitting around. Eventually she got a good job at a jewelry store. I think the job changed her. I think buying the house (its actually in her moms name, but even she was pissed that I got asked to leave. Said I could stay with her instead heh), and her new car, gave her a taste for the good life. A life I didnt want, and had to struggle to povide. I dont know... She told a mutual friend that she realized after her surgery, that she wouldnt have taken care of me like I had taken care of her. Maybe that was it. She never really told me why. Of course, I did stupid shit too. Specifically, I ran the toll road stops for months, thinking I could outsmart the cameras. Dumbass. We got the bill for that right after we'd broken up and I was still staying in the house. She got pissed and said she wanted me out as soon as possible. It upset me so much that I was being asked to leave MY house, MY neighbors. So she went to work that day, and I packed as much as I could into my car and left. I had friends that offered me places to stay, but they were mutual friends, and she had asked me before not to stay with them. I think she actually really wanted to see me succeed, get my own place, take care of myself, but I was stubborn. I made everyone promise not to tell her I was staying in my car. I didnt decide to live like that to make anyone feel sorry for me. I dont know whay I did it. I guess it was partly masochistic. "Lets see if I can feel as bad on the outside as I do on the inside" crap. Then I ended up likeing it instead. Hehe. Its like camping out everynight. Id sit there and listen to Late night radio programs and get drunk. I loved it. I may do it again.