So this is a long story, please bear with me. So here it goes.....
I have a relative who committed federal crimes in 2006. We got word that federal agents were looking for her around town looking for them. My relative moved to another state in hopes of starting a new life.
In January of 2007 I met a man a bar. When I met him I was drunk. I was pissed drunk! We left the bar together and went back to his house. We had sex and in the middle of the sex I started crying. I was scared. He quickly got up and helped me get dressed and then drove me home which was 45 minutes away. The next day I called him to say thanks for bringing me home.
After that point we started talking everyday. I fell in love with him. I wanted to be with him and get married to him. He, on the other hand, did not seem in love with me. He barely answered me calls. He was 35 and I was 22. He worked a lot. He had his own place, but barely took me there. He never expressed any feelings or emotions towards me. I thought he didn’t know how to show emotion.
From the beginning he told me he was leaving in June 2007 to Africa. So he left.
While In African I paid for calling cards to call him all the time, although he mentioned a few times that he made six figures. I never understood why he did not want to pay for the calling cards. While in Africa he became lonely and I was his only friend. He told me how much he hated where he was and hated the people that were around him at work. I called him all the time and made sure he was doing ok. I believe this is when he started to really like me. During this time he started to call me more and more often.
And I told him everything, including about my relatives who were fugitives.
In July of 2008 he came back to the US to visit. I drove to his hometown and he introduced me to his family. He told me it was the first time since his finance that he had brought another woman home. I was excited! I really started to believe that we were finally working towards something serious.
In September 2008, I had posted a picture of me and him together as my facebook profile picture. My cousin called me and asked me who that was in the picture with me. I said it was my love, the man I wanted to marry. My cousin then said “that is the man that interviewed me when they were looking for our relative” I was in shock and disbelief. I called him right away and he denied everything.
After that we still talked, but the communication slowed down. He ran into problems in African and was sent back Home in March 2009. When he got back he did not want to spend any time together. I was hurt. I spent all this time calling him and now he didn’t want to see me.
Finally he decided he wanted to see me. We met at a mutual location that was two hours from both our homes. We had dinner and then we sat in the car and spoke. The first thing he said to me was “ I was the one who interviewed your cousin” then he said “ its because of you I am getting fired” then he said “ we cant see each other anymore or else I’m going to jail”
He explained to me that he was the federal agent searching for my relative. Before he went to Africa, they asked him about my relative’s case and he lied. He said he lied to protect me. He said he did not use me for information.
Now I don’t know what to do. I love him, but I can’t trust him. Everyone who I spoke to says to stop talking to him, but I can’t. I don’t want to live without him. What should I do. Should I listen to what everyone is saying or listen to my heart.
This is the surface of the situation! There is more
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