I had a former lover do this to me. He was homeless and I had my own apartment at the time. I had only just met him, but we had crazy chemistry. It was intense from the get-go. I liked him enough, but it was his stories of being a Navy vet that appealed to me. He had the uniform, medals, paperwork and everything. Even a few pictures of him from boot camp, but nothing from his active service, which I found to be bizarre. Still, I ignored it.

He moved in pretty quickly after impressing me with his military training. I just assumed he needed resources to get on his feet, and with his credentials, he'd be a shoe in for any vet owned establishments. 3 months pass. No job. 6 months. No job. He was leaving daily to "interviews," but I found out nearly a year into our relationship a few interesting facts.

He was in a long-term relationship with a girl while living with me. Told her I was charging him an extreme amount of money for rent, and that I was basically using him for every penny he was making doing odd jobs. He wasn't doing odd jobs. He just had to cover the fact he didn't work to her while explaining why I'd let him live with me for free.

All the while, I was deep in my belief that he was a good man who suffered for his country. She ended up contacting me on Myspace. Yes, this is an old story, lol. She asked me how I knew him. When I explained I was his girlfriend, she went off on me. Called me a liar. I called her insane. It was a whole thing. We both trusted him because he's a prior Naval officer and a good man.

Then I found out he was dishonorably discharged from the Navy during his first year because of insubordination and "poor moral character," whatever that means. He'd never been to war. The special medals he had were inherited by a family member after his death. The paperwork was his Dad's, who shared the same first and last name with him.

I took care of that deadbeat for a whole year! When confronted he asked me "what are you going to do about it?" I made him homeless again. That's what I did about it, and I don't regret a thing. He later married the "other woman," though I guess technically I was the other woman, but you get what I mean.

This was a whole lotta words for you're not alone. There are millions of us out there. If you find a support group or something, let me know. Seriously. It's been years, but I'm still in pain over this.