Number Five

The great rank of number five goes to Satan.
I met Satan at work not long after transferring with the company I worked for back near my hometown. He was completely off limits as far as I was concerned because he was married. Some occassional chit-chat at work led to innocent flirting, with me always knowing it would never go anywhere. Boy, was I wrong. One day, after months of friendliness, he asked me to accompany him to run an errand after work one day. (very long, detailed story, but he really did need to have someone with him for this) I agreed, and after the errand was ran, a kiss was shared.
At this point, he was telling me that his marriage was over and the wife was moving up North soon. I believed everything he told me and soon we were inseperable. The wife did move, and I moved in within a matter of days. By the time I moved in, I was already 2 months pregnant with our child.
We had some really great months, I was totally in love, he was the perfect boyfriend. Life was good.
You know what they say...all good things must come to an end. Throughout the pregnancy, he was sorting out the details of his divorce, and the financial responsibilities he would have as a result of that. We made the decision not longer before the arrival of our child to move in with parents temporarily to save some money, pay off some bills, and get a fresh start on our life together.
After the baby came, so did the lies and deceit. Around the time our son was 3 months old I caught him cheating on me and our relationship ended.
We have weathered a lot of storms during the seven years since then--both of us have gotten married and had more children. Things have not always been peachy, but overall I think we put our child first and that is why things work well for us.
There are two lessons that came from this one...
1) You need to let yourself fall completely head over heels in love at least once in your life
2) Mama was right--a leopard never changes his spots!