I am a lonely female who found your site through a friend, after I found out the truth.

You wouldn't believe what my husband did to me. Billy cheated on me with a stripper when I was nine months pregnant with our first child.

Billy came back from Saudi on March 31, 1990. I was staying with his parents on one side of Georgia and he was staying at Ft. Benning. When the time came, Billy just dropped me off at the hospital, in labor, and left. He happened to return the next day, just as I was being wheeled into the delivery room. Our son, Kyle, was born on April 25. Before I was even aware that Billy was there he was gone. A few days later, my parents (visiting from Michigan) took my son and I to live with my husband. Billy wasn't happy to see us. Unknown to me, all this time in between he had been partying and sleeping around. After a week my parents left to go home.

Billy and I lived in a run-down trailer with no natural gas. I could not cook a meal for my husband or myself. Billy made sure he ate, eating at the mess hall before coming home; not caring if I, a nursing mother, ate. Billy would then head to the bar, staying until 9:30 p.m. Then we started getting night calls and visits from women.

Two weeks after my son was born we moved to a nicer trailer. Billy still went out every night to the stripper bar. I tried to be tolerant with him and even let him have two of his buddies live with us, and let their girlfriends stay with us for two weeks while they were visiting from June 12 to June 29.

With having guests in our home I would have to ask Billy if we could spend some time alone with each other. Mind you, we hadn't slept with each other since before the birth of our son. He would then brag to his buddies: "It's nice when she begs for sex." How embarassing to me, I didn't really know these guys! That was the only time Billy bothered being around.

Billy sent me and the baby to visit my parents in Michigan. I really didn't want to go without Billy, but as he put it: "I bought the tickets and you're going." The day before I left I cleaned the house from top to bottom, while everyone watched. One of his buddies took me and my son to the airport.

After being in Michigan for two weeks he called asking me for money. My parents had thrown our son a "welcome to the family" party and he received $150.00. Billy said he needed the money to pay bills. So I sent it, but I told him we needed to pay it back to our son. Billy agreed.

I returned home to Georgia on July 6, around 8:30 p.m. Billy picked us up at the airport. He did not look happy to see us. He just grabbed the baby from my arms and started to walk away without a even kiss hello. I had a funny feeling that he would tell me he had something to do that night. We went out to eat. He told me we had no food in the house, so we went grocery shopping. We arrived home about 11:30 p.m. to a house that was trashed beyond repair. Then Billy told me he had to go help a friend move.

I put the baby to bed and went to bed myself. Around 6:00 a.m., I heard a noise under the trailer. I was afraid, I didn't know anyone and my husband wasn't around. I packed up Kyle and went looking for Billy. Thank goodness he had told me the general area he would be in. When I drove through the other trailer park I got dirty looks from these two girls. I went back home to find Billy there.