I found out he was married with children in another country. The thing is, I did everything I could to research this man and found NO trace of information on him. He was a serial cheater and hid his tracks well.

So to make it easier for the next girl, I made a searchable website with his name and photo, listing his real DOB and marital status. In the “contact us” section, I listed his wife’s full name and her phone number (with her permission).

I actually bought his firstnamelastname.com domain and published it there so he’d never get away with it again. It’s my best work to date.

In 2009, mourners at a funeral in Dundee, Scotland were shocked to see a man wearing a bright neon dress among the mourners. Upon learning the reason why, (some of) the mourners’ initial shock gave away to unbridled grief.

Earlier that year, friends Barry Delaney and Kevin Elliot had met during a regular evening in Delaney’s apartment to swig a few drinks and catch up. Elliot had been on a break from his tour to Afghanistan as a member of the British Army.

During the course of the evening, Elliot had told Delaney that he was terrified of the prospect of going back to Afghanistan and that he feared he may not return from his posting at Helmand if he went back. However, Delaney had chided him that he better come back because of a pact the duo had made 3 years earlier - Delaney would wear a dress, the brighter the better, if Elliot was k**led in action.

The two friends did not know how soon their pact would be realized. Just 6 weeks after that evening’s events, Elliot, who was a Black Watch infantryman, would be k**led in an ambush.

A few weeks later, at Elliot’s funeral, a heartbroken Delaney would keep his word and don a neon dress from Primark and knee-high socks to keep his promise.

Most of the people in attendance were aware of the friends’ pact and were sympathetic to the massive loss suffered by Delaney. Delaney and Elliot’s pact made national and international headlines in 2009 and serves as a reminder of the pain suffered by those who are left behind upon the death of a soldier k**led in action.

My sister was 13 when I was given custody of her, and in a rage my mother told CPS that I lived with a strange man who had an unnatural interest in my sister. It almost worked the way she intended.

My husband, who had known and helped care for my sister since she was 9, had to go to therapy to process what my Mom accused him of after we were audited and interviewed and our entire relationship was autopsied. My sister had to go to therapy to process my Mom in general. They (my husband and sister) had to go to therapy together to repair the damage the accusations had caused to their relationship.

My husband is a loving, caring and safe person. My sister has been my baby since I was 9 - my Mom made overnight feedings my responsibility because she had to work, and my sister just became my job from there. I got custodial guardianship when I was 14 so I could register her for school, because my Mom wouldn't because she was drunk and depressed. I moved out at 16 and tried to take my sister-child with me, but that meant my Mom would have lost the child support. So, she fought me for years (while abusing my sister financially, mentally, emotionally and occasionally physically) to keep her.

I fought from 16 to age 21 to get her back. Eventually, the government sided with me.

My Mom spiraled hard. She tried quite a few increasingly crazy things that just cemented the decision. So, going after my husband was the only way she knew how to get back at me, because my record was clean otherwise because I'm not a crazy narcissist.

I'm in my 30s now. My sister finished growing up with us, graduated from highschool with full scholarships and is now living her own life with her own apartment and her own cat. We are very proud of her. She comes home a few times a month and basically empties our pantry for her own, like any other kid. She comes home for Yule, expects us to address her cat as our grandcat and calls me whenever she needs her Mom. I get flowers and an apology that I beg her to stop giving every Mother's Day.

I don't know what my mother is doing these days, but whatever it is, it's far from us and we're all better for it.