... And turned out to be the biggest hell I have ever been through. But I'll start at the beginning.

It was just after my birthday in '06 that I met him. He was sweet, attentive, listened to every word you said like it was the word of god itself. He wasn't bad looking, and had a really cute boyish appearance. Well after knowing each other for a couple of months I visited his house where he told me that he really really liked me. Not long after we began to date. Everything was going really well, despite some wierdness with his family. They really upset him, suddenly this perfect guy had turned into what I would call that angsty guy you want to hold and make everything better.

Three months into the relationship he called me from work (he spent 2 months away to work into a community about an hour away.) His ex (who was male, that part blew me away) Apparently walked up to him and kissed him. we worked through that and after that everything went along like a dream, after knowing each other for 9 months we had sex. Which looking back was kinda funny, he cried like a baby through the whole thing.

Not long after that, just after Christmas, the biggest doubt in my relationship ever came when I fell asleep watching Pirates of the Caribbean with him. I half woke up to find him ******** me. I don't know why I didn't wake up earlier, however I tried to pull away, pretending to be asleep I didn't know what else to do or say, but he pulled me back. I was terrified the entire time, when he finished he 'woke me up' and proudly told me what he had done. I remember saying something about it being rape and he just brushed it off as 'we were already having sex it wasn't rape.

I went through a lot of humiliation after that with waking up and having hands where they didn't belong but I kept brushing it off, he had convinced me that I had given up my right to refuse him after I said yes that first time we had sex. Not long after this he proposed, and I accepted.

He wound up being kicked out of the house and he moved in with us, that was when the strange behavior started. He began to call a mutual female friend more and more often, going to her house for the weekends, Going out to movies and whatever. I began to suspect something, but brushed it off, after all it was just her. She would never do something like that. Another friend, she was dating of mine at the time tried to warn me that he had caught them together, but once again I wouldn't listen.

Imagine my surprise when I called him on his cell one night when he was at her house, he didn't pick up, but his blue tooth head set type of thing did, and I could hear them going at it. My world shattered.

It wasn't long after that his parents tried to force my family to pay for all this stuff they were getting him. My grandmother took it back to them, told them that she wasn't paying for it and left. Later that night we had cops at our door accusing my grandmother of punching his father in the face (She's like 5'4 tops and he's over 6 foot) and trying to break into the house. Thankfully after talking for a long period of time with them They told us they believed our story over theirs because theirs was very rehearsed, with no emotion, and all over the place, also his mother was saying most of it and she hadn't been home at the time this occurred. While we were hopping mad, our story stayed straight, and nothing seemed rehearsed. My 'fiancee' didn't come home that night, the next day he came, got his things, and left.

This all happened a few days before Christmas. and we had 5 visits from police, all from false charges and lies him and his parents fabricated (which the police kind of figured out they were false but still had to follow-up on). They charged a peace bond against us (Kinda like a restraining order to you Americans!) after all the stress preparing for it all, and everything that was going on I fell into a deep depression. I was going for therapy at two different places, a normal therapist and a sexual assault counseling which was set up by my therapist. On top of that I had to be on anti-depressants.

Court day came, and left, without them showing up. Soon my depression took over and I tried to drown myself, then went to a friends house for a couple nights, and got counsel from her therapist that made me feel a lot better. This friend helped me through a lot of things and helped build me up, which recently she ditched me because I made her give back an X-box to another friend, and she's right in there with my ex calling him her new bestest best friend.

I'm still not 100% anymore, I still have huge trust issues, to the point that the only person I really talk to or hang out with on a regular basis anymore is my fiancee (whom has helped me a lot through things, and actually used to beat my ex up in school when they were younger, no this isn't why I started dating him...). I can't bring myself to hang out with friends who still talk with my ex, the girl he cheated on me with, or my now ex best friend. Hopefully I will be getting back into therapy soon because things are starting to build up again.

But I have a very patient fiancee, who keeps these things in mind, even though I'm sure I drive him insane sometimes. And he really helps.