Tag: Skyye Barrett Anthony Solorio

I had a really illuminating chat with someone who I don’t know that well, but who I have known since early 2012. We are both ex-boyfriends of the same man, who lied to us both and cheated on both of us as well. It makes sense. But what I didn’t know, was that my ex had lied to this person and told him that I had cheated on the ex, which is obscene, when the truth is I was totally loyal to him and he cheated on me constantly, often with multiple men throughout any given week! Truly. I’ve dated men that cheated but never anything like the way this guy did. It was so fucking horrible. But really, the problem with him was that he couldn’t be honest with me. I had suggested an open relationship where we were both free to see or fuck whoever we chose, and that he and I would go back to using condoms, and the only rule was that we needed to be honest with each other, but he just couldn’t do it. He lied over and over despite that being the only thing I didn’t want him to do. And it never stopped, no matter how many chances I gave him. And it was killing me, so I cut off all contact with him – which was terrible but likely saved me, on many levels. I ran into him 8 months later, I think it was, and that was also the night that I met Aaron Sanko, who I went out with later that day, and we’ve been partners ever since. I don’t hate the ex. I think he has mental problems. I think he is deeply insecure and that the lying fulfilled some need within him that I couldn’t break through, but as long as we aren’t a couple, he can’t hurt me anymore. I speak to him sometimes. I texted him this morning, before this conversation happened. I’m friends with nearly everyone I’ve ever dated. That’s one thing I’m really good at. I rarely hold grudges and when I do, I try to get over them. I’m over this. Hearing that he lied doesn’t shock me, but hearing that he lied about me is a different thing. Given what I already knew, that’s just who he is. And that makes me sad for him.

But I’m over it. Really. I’m already smiling. And he’ll probably text me back later and it won’t hurt me at all. Time has made just about everything better. I have some scars but they are not – and will not be – the end of me. 🙂