I was engaged once, but I caught him cheating on some twit... a bloody whore! He and I had been together for around three years and we owned a home together that was unfortunately in his name. I was unable to claim ownership and so I was left with nothing-- this was the thanks that I got for supporting his ass while he went out and gallivanted around! He claimed that I cheated on him first just because I came home late one night from work-- talk about stereotyping a profession! I am doing quite well now, but I understand how difficult men can be.