Husband Number Two -- Freaky

This guy was my knight-in-shining armor. He rescued my two young children and I from a life of poverty and loneliness.  My ex, Lazy, didn’t pay child support and I was making minimum wage and paying for daycare.  I lived in an apartment with cracked windows and heat that would go out constantly.

This guy had a job, a college degree and would surprise me with gifts like a new vacuum cleaner, working TV or a cooked dinner when I’d come home exhausted. How could I not feel swept off my feet?

He was a great friend. He is a great, caring guy, but the romantic department was lacking (on my part) and when he wanted to get "creative" in the bedroom, it freaked me out.

He suggested an open marriage, and I was against it for the first five years of our relationship. It was way too freaky for me, but I gave in because I thought it might help spice things up.

Instead, it opened a Pandora’s box. It caused jealousy, mistrust and I found myself in situations that made me VERY uncomfortable.  He started reading my emails and spying on me. He would start bringing up things I mentioned to friends in emails in casual conversation and when I would ask how he knew that, he would say I had told him, but I must have forgotten.  He made me feel like I was losing my mind.

I had no privacy and it wasn’t like I had anything to hide. I shared everything, but his freaky compulsions got out of control and I finally had to say "enough."  He is still a very good person and I still consider him a friend, but I couldn’t stay married after things had gotten so murky and out of control.

We have a daughter together and I never mind talking to Freaky about parenting or schedules. He is generally cooperative and he did treat me like a princess most of the time.