I am a lonely female who found your site while wandering alone endlessly, after I found out the truth.

You wouldn't believe what my boyfriend did to me. Greg left me and went back to his live-in girlfriend who has a weekend boyfriend.

I met Greg through my brother, Chip and his wife Lisa. They hated to see Greg going home alone every weekend because his girlfriend Heidi went to spend her weekends and sometimes weeks with another man. They knew that my self-esteem was more than damaged after my last break-up and they thought that we could help each other heal, grow and move on.

Neither Greg nor I liked the idea of being set-up with someone else and we stayed barely on talking terms for over 2 months. Then Greg started making it a point to sit next to me at get togethers and such. We found that we had things in common and that we liked talking to each other. He found it difficult to believe that I listened to him let alone considered his opinion on things we discussed.

What he found even more difficult to believe is that I didn't find his appearance grotesque. I thought him thin but very handsome. He was very tall 6 foot 3 or 4 inches and weighing about 150 pounds. The top of his head was balding but he wore the back shoulder length usually in a ponytail. He had the most beautiful green eyes that I found warmth and comfort in. He suffered from a condition that left lumps over his arms and head that were build-ups of fatty tissue. They weren't painful yet they we unusual looking. But, in fact I didn't notice them until Greg pointed them out. Heidi never failed to point out to him his "grotesque appearance" and remind him that "he could never find anyone that would find him attractive." I thought that horrible and hated the thought that he lived that way. Okay, so my heart melted and I took the lost puppy home.

Things were bumpy but good. He stayed with me much of the time because Heidi refused to move out. She was devastated that he wouldn't stay at the apartment. Not that she was upset because Greg had a girlfriend she just hated to live alone. Besides, she didn't have a vehicle and she had to use his.

Heidi pulled out all the stops. She cried, she begged, she pleaded. Then she did the only thing she knew would bring him back. She came home from her weekend boyfriend's beat-up. Greg called me from his work and explained what had happened to her and we agreed that he was to go see what he could do and then call me. He showed up at my house a few hours later crying saying that she looked awful and he felt bad but he just couldn't stay with her. "I just don't love her. She depends on me, she doesn't love me. If Dale hadn't beat her she wouldn't care where I was right now."

I felt sad for Heidi, but secretly I was very proud of Greg for not falling for this obvious ploy. My brother said she provoked Dale whenever Greg looked like he was leaving. This time it didn't work.

A few days later for my 30th birthday Greg brought me 30 long stem red roses. I was thrilled. It wasn't the cost, or the extravagance, nor was it was the fact that I just loved red roses, it was the thought. Besides no one in all my 30 years had done anything for my birthday on my birthday. He gave me a rose for each year telling me that it represented the years it took for me to grow just a sweet as the smell of the roses or some such romantic dribble. My heart fell to the deepest part in the well of love.

Just two days later he called me to tell me that he had stopped at our local hangout to talk to Chip. I said, "Great, I have dinner waiting so try not to be long. Love ya." For no apparent reason he started screaming at me telling me the relationship was over and slamming down the phone.

Despite the fact that my brother and sister-in-law told me to just give it time I felt like I had been betrayed. Greg had moved back in with Heidi and was treating me like a leper. Chip and Lisa contributed to the split of my new dating partner sure that Greg was coming back to me soon. Chip tried to talk to Greg but it ended in a fight and Greg hating me even more.