New to this forum, but in desperate need of advice.
I met my son's father will call him"P" 4 1/2 years ago, my son will be 2 next month. After just a few weeks of dating I moved in with him to a beautiful home and so I thought at that point had it all, the house, the dog, the cat, the brand new vehicles, and of course lets not forget a wonderful guy(for the first couple of months).
After about one year of living together and getting along pretty well, one day out of the blue he told me he didn't think he loved me enough or the way I should be loved. The next I moved back home with my mother and my animals. Went through 2 months of hell with him calling, seeing me, taking me out, made a big mistake, I'm just afraid of getting into deep because no ones faithful and I don't want to get hurt. I should've known right there he was the one doing the hurting.
He found out I went on afew dates and surprise wanted me back, well come to find out he went on a couple himself. Only difference was when I agreed to try and make things work I stopped dating. We were back together maybe 3-4weeks when we were out for the day and came back there was a pair of underwear hanging from what was my old bedroom ceiling fan. Stupid or what? I was in denial and believed his nephew who was staying with him at the time must have left them there. Same thing with the condoms that disappeared from our drawer, he gave them to his nephew. I still don't know what was wrong with me, the only thing I thank him for is my son.
After being back together 2-3 months I became pregnant. We both knew we were doing nothing to prevent this from happening, so it wasn't a shock. The first 2months of my pregnancy was hell on earth with him. He didn't want me to have the baby, when I told him I was not going to make any other decision he told me good luck. I didn't hear from him for weeks, then stupid again took his lines and lies of apology back in hopes of that perfect family.
I was 71/2 months pregnant when he left one night to go out and never came back, three days later I finally knew he was at his house(we hadn't moved back in together yet), I went to the house ring the doorbell,knew he was in the bedroom, called the phone, he would not respond(stupid again I believed he was alone).
As I said my son will be 2 and I've been emotionally and mentally and verbally abused by him for so long, I think I thought that was right. About 4 months ago he had gone and stayed out again (because it became a routine) until 4:30am. Come to find out was using cocaine. I always told him never would I deal with that in my sons life so I asked him to leave, he did, just not completely. He would come and go in and out, how hard it was for him, he still loved me, of coarse the best was, still came to me for sex because he didn't want to make a horrible mistake he would regret. Then of coarse if I wouldn't" would I rather he do it with someone else." He went to Maine for 1 1/2 weeks on vaca, he came home and wanted to be with me was going to work on what he needed to do to make this work. Again stupid, I let him come back with the hopes of the perfect family.
Not too much changed in the following 5 weeks until about 2 months ago, I met the man my son's father hired to work for him. I got to know him over the next few weeks, we went out one nigh, a large group of friends. I flirted with him alittle playfully. I never expected for him to bring it up again, but he did. He was going to send me flowers at work and decided we needed to talk first. I planned on meeting him one night about 5 weeks ago to tell him nothing could ever happen between us, he works for my son's father and they were acquaintances first. About 2 hours before I was going to met him my telephone rang at home, at dinner time.
It was a girl asking for me to tell me "P" was no good he's a liar and he's been cheating on me for along time. I said thank you and hung up. When I confronted him on it first he wanted to know exactly what was said(of coarse now I know why). After telling him, he told me who it was. Before I forget while we were separated, before the trip to Maine(alone)

, I asked him to swear to me he wasn't going to try and make things work with me and see anyone else at the same time, and he did. So the girl that called was the girl he was seeing, he told her he didn't want to see her or talk to her anymore when he decided to come back to me. Did you catch that too, this girl he told he didn't want to see anymore waited 5 weeks to call me

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So to make a long story even longer, I did not tell his employee nothing could happen between us that night I went with it. He is the sweetest guy so much the complete opposite of "P" I took that phone call from her as a sign of fate. I will always thank her because before that dose of reality I was just in denial. At that moment of that look in his eyes when he shrugged his shoulders and said "oh well what do you want me to say? It happened now either move on with us or tell me to leave again" I knew I didn't love him anymore. Finally I was free of all heartache from him ever again, and to not hurt at all feels great, it's been about 4 1/2 years I forgot what happy feels like. So me and this employee have been going strong for alittle over a month now "P" knows nothing and has yet to leave my house in spite of the 75000000000 times I've asked him to, I'm still sleeping on the couch in my house. Need advise on how to handle this new relationship and the whole me really falling hard, my son's father probably flipping when he finds out, and biggest peeve of all is now that "P" doesn't spend much time here he's been spending extra time with his employee as friends. I need input, advise, HELP.................
Thanks to everyone who took the time to read me venting it felt great .......