[UPDATE] I [M27] broke up with my fiancee [F29] over her obscenely high partner count.....

And here's the first post:

This is a really fucked up situation. It's all really recent and I don't know how to process it. I'm on a throwaway because my ex-fiancee has a reddit account and knows my reddit name, though I'm sure that if she wanders by this thread she'll immediately know it's about her, so maybe the throwaway is pointless. I'm just kind of writing in a stream of consciousness, sorry if it's incoherent. I was scheduled to get married a week ago. I had put down a security deposit on a venue, paid for a wedding cake, bought a tux. I was full steam ahead going to get married to my live-in fiancee, who I will call E. E and I met in college. I had tried to date her back then, but she always turned me down. E always was quiet and shy and I really liked that. She seemed pretty absorbed in her schoolwork. I worked my ass off. With CLEP tests, summer school and intercession classes, I got out of college in 3 years. After graduating, I moved on with my life, forgot about E, got a pretty good job and moved to another town. A year or two later, E starts talking to me on Facebook. She's coincidentally moved to the same town as me and wants to catch up. We get coffee. Things go swimmingly. We get dinner. Everything's golden. We're really hitting it off. E and I go official and exclusive. Things snowball from there. She moves in with me. We plan to get married. While we lived together. E and I had sex about once a week. E was very shy and very vanilla. She would turn down pretty much anything other than missionary, doggy or handjobs. She didn't want to give or receive oral "That's gross! Pee comes out of there!". She was pretty affectionate nonsexually. It was a little slow for my taste, but about what I expected from what I knew about E. Nothing seemed out of place. Three days before we were suppose to get married, I was looking for some notebook paper and I found a long list of men's names. My name was at the bottom. E walked in to see me holding it and looked like she was going to faint. I asked her what it was and she told me it was a list of men she had had sex with. I immediately felt like I had swallowed a cinder block. I had her repeat herself twice because my mind couldn't process what was happening. I counted the names on the list. 236 names. She has had sex with 236 men. E broke down and admitted that she has done everything. Oral, anal, group sex, explored basically every fetish there is. My shy fiancee who wouldn't blow me has blown tons of other guys. She cried and hugged me and told me that it was all in the past and that she was glad that I don't make her do any of that stuff and that she wants to get married and have a house and kids and I don't really remember the rest because I felt like I was riding a tiltawhirl and staring off into infinity. Later that day E and I went to her parents house for dinner. It was the first time I met some of her family members who flew in for the wedding. All these events and things were planned. I couldn't focus though. I ate like 4 bites of dinner and felt like all of it was going to end up on my shirt and on the table. I kept hearing the number over and over in my head and comparing it for scale. 236 guys. They couldn't all fit in this house. 236 guys. They couldn't all fit in the jet that got her uncle here. 236 guys. That's bigger than my high school graduating class. 236 guys 236 guys 236 guys over and over Looking at her I imagined the crowd. I felt deeply disgusted. I could count the number of women I've had sex with. E. I excused myself from the table and drove home. I texted E that we were done. Her mom called me to scream at me and asked why I was dumping her daughter 3 days before the wedding. I told her and she just said "Oh, really?" and then started yelling at E. E called me about 30 times. I didn't pick up. Every time I saw her name on my phone I just imagined everything she had done with 236 men, and everything she didn't want to do with me and ignored the call. The whole time I was trying to date her in college, she was probably fucking 2 or 3 guys a week. My shy dream girl was actually some kind of insatiable nympho. I can't help but feel like I was some kind of "safe bet" for a husband after she finished her college fun. I feel used. I boxed up E's stuff and left it in her parents driveway at night. I just couldn't stand to see E and wanted to forget this horrible nightmare and move on. A day later E started texting me threats to kill herself. Stuff about being worthless and about how much she loves me and about how nobody wants her. I have no idea what to do. I haven't answered the texts and I'm getting an STD test ASAP. tl;dr: fiancee hid extensive sexual past. I dumped her right before we would be married. She's threatening to kill herself. I'm lost and numb and grossed out.

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