Healing from an emotional trauma or extended traumatic experience is a like a long, intimate dance with reality. Or perhaps a three-act ballet. We are on the stage of our own minds, surrounded by the props of our lives, dancing to the music of our emotions. Our memories flash on the backdrop or float around like ribbons in the air. Down below the stage, in the orchestra pit, a chorus puts words to the feelings and gives us advice drawn from our parents’ rules, our church’s rules, all the rules from the movies and books and conversations that have ever colored our thinking.
And our job is to dance our way through the acts.
The first act is named “Magic Thinking.” We stumble onto the stage, stunned, confused and in pain. Our first dance is denial — the “it doesn’t matter” dance. Our second dance is bargaining — the “maybe I can persuade whoever is in power to fix this” dance. The third and last dance before the intermission is anger.
This article is about anger.
The emotional spine
Everyone here who has gone through the angry phase knows how complex it is. We are indignant, bitter, sarcastic, outraged, waving our fiery swords of blame. We are also — finally — articulate, funny, re-asserting power over our lives. We are hell on wheels, demanding justice or retribution. We are also in transition between bargaining and letting go, so all this is tinged with hope on one side and grief on the other.
Anger really deserves a book, rather than a brief article. It is the end of the first act of our healing, because it really changes everything — our way of seeing, our thinking, our judgments, the way we move forward. Like the element of fire, it can be clarifying, but it can also be destructive. To complicate the situation further, many (if not all of us) tended to repress our anger before we entered this healing process.
So it may be helpful to discuss what anger is, where it comes from. What we call anger is part of a spectrum of reactions that originates in the oldest part of our brain. The brain stem, sometimes called the lizard brain, oversees automatic survival mechanisms like breathing, heartbeat, hunger, sleep and reproduction. It also generates powerful emotional messages related to survival.
These messages travel through increasingly sophisticated layers of our emotional and intellectual processing. One of those layers, the limbic system or mammal brain, is where we keep memories of good and bad events, and work out how to maximize pleasure and avoid pain (often through addictive strategies). The messages pass through this layer on the way to our cerebral cortex.
There in the thinking layer, we name things and organize them. We maintain concepts of community and identity (right and left brain), and we manipulate them continually to run our lives as thinking, self-aware beings. Beyond the thinking brain is the even more advanced area of the frontal cortex, which maintains our awareness of the future, interconnectivity (holistic thinking), and the “high level” views that further moderate our primitive responses into philosophic and spiritual meanings.
What our thinking brains name “anger” is actually a sensation of physical and emotional changes caused by the brain stem in reaction to perceived danger. The spectrum of those danger-related sensations roughly includes alertness, fear and anger. While our higher brain may see a purpose in separating fear and anger into different categories, our lizard brain doesn’t make those distinctions. It just keeps altering our hormones and brain chemicals for all kinds of situations, depending on its analysis of what we need to do to survive.
The point of this long digression is this: alertness-fear-anger responses are a normal part of our ability to survive. They travel “up” into our higher processing as the strong spine of our survival mechanism. There is nothing wrong with feeling them. In fact, paying attention to them is better for us in every way than ignoring our feelings (denial) or trying to delude ourselves about what is happening (bargaining).
The many forms of anger
One of the most interesting things about the English language is its many verb forms, which express various conditions of timeliness and intent. I can. I could. I could have. I would have. I might have. I should have. I will. I might. I was going to.
Those same factors of timeliness and intent can be found in the many facets of anger. Bitterness and resentment are simmering forms of anger related to past and unhealed hurts. Likewise sarcasm and passive-aggressive communications are expressions of old disappointment or despair. Frustration is a low-level form of anger, judging a circumstance or result as unsatisfactory. Contempt and disgust are more pointed feelings associated with negative judgments.
When anger turns into action, we have explosive violence, plans for future revenge and sabotage. When anger is turned on ourselves, we have depression and addictions. The judgments associated with anger foster black-and-white thinking, which can be the basis for bias and all kinds of “ism’s,” especially if the anger is old, blocked for some reason, and thus diffuse or not directed primarily at its source. This typically happens when we feel disempowered to defend ourselves.
All of that sounds pretty terrible and toxic. But, in fact, the most toxic forms of anger are the ones in which the anger is not allowed to surface. The lizard brain does not stop trying to protect us until we deal with the threat, and so we live with the brain chemicals and hormones of anger until we do.
Anger can also be healthy. The anger of Jesus toward the money changers in the temple is a model of righteous anger. In response to trauma, righteous anger is a crucial part of the healing process. Anger has these characteristics:
• Directed at the source of the problem
• Narrowly focused and dominating our thinking
• Primed for action
• Intensely aware of personal resources (internal and environmental)
• Willing to accept minor losses or injuries to win
Anger is about taking care of business. At its most primitive level, anger is what enables us to defend our lives, to kill what would kill us. In modern times, it enables us to meet aggression with aggression in order to defend ourselves or our turf. We expect to feel pain in these battles, but we are fighting to win.
However, anger also has its exhilaration, a sense of being in a moment where we claim our own destiny. For those of us who have been living through the relatively passive and self-defeating agony of denial and bargaining, anger can feel wonderful.
As it should, because anger is the expression of our deepest self, rejecting this new reality. We are finally in speaking-up mode. We are finally taking in our situation and saying, “No! I don’t want this. I don’t like it. I don’t like you for creating this in my life. I don’t like how it feels. I don’t like what I’m getting out of it. And if it doesn’t stop this instant, I want you out of my life.”
Getting over our resistance to anger
Of course, we don’t exactly say that when we’re inside the relationship. In fact, we don’t exactly think it, even when we’re out of the relationship. And why is that? Because — and this only my theory, but it seems to be born out here on LoveFraud — people who get involved with sociopaths are prone to suppress their anger, because they are afraid of it, ashamed of it, or confused about its meaning.
When faced with a painful situation, they suppress their inclination to judge the situation in terms of the pain they’re experiencing, and instead try to understand. They try to understand the other person. They try to understand the circumstances. They try to interpret their own pain through all kinds of intellectual games to make it something other than pain. To an extent, this could be described as the bargaining phase. But for most of us, this is a bargaining phase turned into a life strategy. It’s an unfinished response to a much earlier trauma that we have taken on as a way of life.
Which is very good for the sociopath, who can use it to gaslight us while s/he pursues private objectives of looting our lives for whatever seems useful or entertaining. Until we have nervous breakdowns or die, or wake up.
We can all look at the amount of time it took us to wake up, or the difficulty we’re having waking up, at evidence of how entrenched we’ve been in our avoidance of our own anger. It retrospect, it is an interesting thing to review. Why didn’t we kick them out of our lives the first time they lied or didn’t show up? Why didn’t we throw their computer out of the window when we discovered their profiles on dating sites? Why didn’t we cut off their money when we discovered they were conning us? Why didn’t we spit in their eye when they insulted us? Why didn’t we burn their clothes on the driveway the first time they were unfaithful?
Because we were too nice to do that? Well, anger is the end of being nice. It may be slow to emerge. We may have to put all the pieces together in our heads, until we decide that yes, maybe we do have the right to be angry. Yes, they were bad people. No, we didn’t deserve it. And finally, we are mad. At them.
Anger in our healing process
Anger is the last phase of magical thinking. We are very close to a realistic appraisal of reality. The only thing “magical” about it is this: no amount of outrage or force we can exert on the situation can change it. The sociopath is not going to change. We cannot change the past, or the present we are left with.
But anger has its own gifts. First and foremost is that we identify the external cause of our distress. We place our attention where it belongs at this moment — on the bad thing that happened to us and the bad person who caused it.
Second, we reconnect with our own feelings and take them seriously. This is the beginning of repairing our relationships with ourselves, which have often become warped and shriveled with self-hatred and self-distrust when we acted against our own interests in our sociopathic relationships.
Third, anger is a clarifying emotion. It gives us a laser-like incisiveness. It may not seem so when we are still struggling with disbelief or self-questioning or resentment accumulated through the course of the relationship. But once we allow ourselves to experience our outrage and develop our loathing for the behavior of the sociopath, we can dump the burden of being understanding. We can feel the full blazing awareness that runs through all the layers of brain, from survival level through our feelings through our intellect and through our eyes as we look at that contemptible excuse for a human being surrounded by the wreckage s/he creates. Finally our brains are clear.
And last, but at least as important as the rest, is the rebirth of awareness of personal power that anger brings. Anger is about power. Power to see, to decide, to change things. We straighten up again from the long cringe, and in the action-ready brain chemicals of anger, we surprise ourselves with the force of our ability and willingness to defend ourselves. We may also surprise ourselves with the violent fantasies of retribution and revenge we discover in ourselves. (Homicidal thoughts, according to my therapist, are fine as long as we don’t act on them.)
It is no wonder that, for many of us, the angry phase is when we learn to laugh again. Our laughter may be bitter when it is about them. But it can be joyous about ourselves, because we are re-emerging as powerful people.
The main thing we do with this new energy is blaming. Though our friends and family probably will not enjoy this phase (because once we start blaming, it usually doesn’t stop at the sociopath), this is very, very important. Because in blaming, we also name what we lost. When we say “you did this to me,” we are also saying, “Because of you, I lost this.”
Understanding what has changed — what we lost — finally releases us from magical thinking and brings us face to face with reality. For many of us this is an entirely new position in our personal relationships. In the next article, we’ll discuss how anger plays out in our lives.
Until then, I hope you honor your righteous anger, casting blame wherever its due. And take a moment to thank your lizard brain for being such a good friend to you.
Namaste. The healing warrior in me salutes the healing warrior in you.
Kathy
One, Star, hens…….
XXOO
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i guess this thread might be the best place to post.
something has happened to my ‘heart’ in the last month.
i feel so much pain at the hate i am now carrying.
i am going for ptsd treatment tomorrow (thank goodness) and hopefully that will help.
this past weekend, in my stupid drug affected state i admitted to myself that i can no longer try to old it at bay – i have become like my family in as much as i cannot hold some of there traits at bay any longer. i am and i cannot control that hate right now.
i have never been hateful in my life and i feel poisoned by it. i know i know this has a lot to do with my current health, but it is none the less my turth in this moment.
i know that it comes in pasrt from being unloved in my day to day life, and fighting for space and ‘enough’ to get by. i feel the care and concern of the posters here and it means a lot to me. but i also need this in my world outside this blog. i have had to up my anti anx meds (to the prescribed limit) so as not to lose it this week around work stuff with the work people. i am in emo knots. AT the VERY moment i really started to plot how to bring my stress levels down again, this rose up – well, of course, it’s a test – but i cannot mitigate my hate effectively through self talk. i had been doing so well, so this is another speed bump in the road.
i went to the garden last night and i could not muster a hello or a welcome – so into my own misery and fear. someone approached me and we began to talk and work together and her bf joined and we talked about gardening and cooking until the mozi drove us from the garden. turns out they live in my neighbourhood. she’s a something or another physicist and from overseas. liked her very much. felt pretty good – almost loveable by the time i got home.
i am a gnashing teethed demon right now. i know its because i am hurt beyond all belief and the trauma of this last week really kicked me.
…every time the intake people said, ‘and your next if kin is n sire’…i groaned. I have to find someone else to do that for me. if my gram wasn’t demented and so far away i would ask her. one of the lost friends used to be my next of kin.
okay, okay i see the pity party. but all this stuff just gets to me. these antibiotics are brutal.
Dear One/Joy,
I hear ya, and as far as the “next of Kin” is concerned, just tell them you have NO kin, you’re an orphan. And hey, I AM an “orphan.” Give your boss or someone else as a “contact person.”
The anger, the rage, the gnashing of the teeth, are all normal responses to this situation.
I’m glad you liked the people you met at the garden….hopefully they can become friends.
Dear One/Joy
You said, “felt pretty good ”“ almost loveable by the time i got home.” Think about that feeling. I understand where you are at, some days I feel like I am going to go insane. Some days the anxiety rages so bad I can hardly move. When a moment does occur that makes me feel pretty good, almost lovable, I try to hang on to it for as long as I can. Kind of like when you have a delicious piece of chocolate and try to keep the taste in your mouth by not eating or drinking anything, holding the taste and thinking about it.
Thank you Love Fraud! I stumbled across this website about a month ago, and I think it has saved my life.
I wish there were more ways to interact with the regular members because I am completely alone trying to deal with my situation, and there is no one around me who understands at all.
I keep falling back to him….
I was wondering if anyone in here who reads this comment might volunteer to help me with something, which is the main reason I’m leaving a comment to begin with (maybe you figured this out).
I just told my (I think he’s an spath) that I needed some space, and that couldn’t be more true! I need to BREATHE. I am starting this anger stage, I think.
He sent me an email. This email, well, I couldn’t even read it. It was too hurtful (I skimmed it). It looks like he’s basically making his case again that I am to blame, and I’m afraid to read it as he’ll likely succeed in convincing me that I’m being abusive by needing space, etc.
I don’t want to wrongfully label a person a sociopath or “lost cause” so would anyone here mind reading HIS email to me, and just giving me your first/initial gut instinct about him based on your own experience with sociopaths? Why read his words, not my description? Because I really would like to know how an informed person, not someone clueless about sociopaths, picks up on him without me first telling them all the things he’s done.
Also, the reason I am asking for someone else to please help me and read this is because I do not trust my own judgement anymore. I need a third party to look at this and say, “He’s NUTS! Run!” This email, I think, displays enough about him to make a fairly easy call for someone who knows a bit about spath methods. I just feel so mean labeling him “incurable.”
So…anyone?
Thank you so much to anyone out there for helping out this slowly-getting-very-pissed woman!
Regards
Dear Panther, please remove your emial addy from this blog, as trolls may pick it up. you can do that by hitting “edit” and then just delete the addy and then resave.
Why don’t you just post the text of the e mail on the blog (delete any real names) and let us all look at it—2 (or more) heads are better than one. I’m glad you found this site.
There is NOTHING WRONG with you asking someone you are in a relationship with for “space”—anyone who was a GOOD PARTNER would HONOR THAT, not tear you down for asking for something.
So I think right there alone is indication that he is NOT A GIVING, CARING, UNDERSTANDING PERSON….the “blame placing” on others is a good Indication (RED FLAG) that the person you are dealing with does not have your best interest at heart.
Asking for “space” is REASONABLE, and to honor it would show he is reasonable, the fact that he doesn’t, to ME proves this is not someone I would want to be involved with. Again, welcome.
Panther,
since there are many trolls, you will find that nobody will want to exchange emails with someone new to the site. But just do as Oxy suggested. cut and paste it here. We will analyze for you. We have gotten very good at it. Candy is especially good, I think. BTW, I haven’t seen her for a few days. Hope all is ok.
You guys are awesome! Part of the reason I didn’t post it here is because it’s so LONG and also he might be trolling this site himself, as he knows I’ve started reading things here.
Okay, I will post the email since you’re all here. Then I will take it down because I am afraid he’ll see it and do something…
Here is it, with names changed. Again, you guys are so awesome. Thank you!!! Yes, I need a head or two on this guy. I am sooo confused.
Take as much time as you need. However, there are some things we have to clarify before I be your punch bag again.
I’ve been in hell. Void. Darkness. I didn’t have a goal, agenda left in this place. I survived. I am not going back there. Not even for a day. You won’t send me there. I take the power from your hands. It’s my life, my decision, my way. You don’t have the power to torture me or control my mind, emotions anymore. It’s mine alone. I take that power away from the love I have for you. I am not going dark ever again. There’s so much beauty to discover in this life and I intend to. Hope is back with me and that’s what I always needed.
Let me clarify this before we part way until you decide on what you want US to do.
I am doing the best I ever did lately. I am rising. You are turning me into a yo-yo with this unstable behaviour. It’s insanity to be acting this way. Utter love in the morning, pure alienation in the evening. It’s exhausting me, hurting me, clouding my mind, destroying my good day. You’re making me confused. Trust? I can’t trust you like this. Love? How am I going to keep loving, waiting, respecting, honoring, being loyal, adoring, worshipping a soul who plays me on a 24 hour basis? How, Jane? How will I stand by you and give you everything when you’re soo unsure about everything and hurting me in return? This is torture. What do you want? Severe bipolarity, rage episodes on the phone….mind you, I didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing. You don’t read or listen to what I say. You don’t give a crap cuz you’ve already made up your mind about me. Then why bother? Are you playing me for revenge? Why bother? Why don’t you just go? All I did was to take your hate, punishment, and still be there for you. Good thing you decided to take time because if you didn’t get out of my life the way you have been for the past 2 weeks, you’d end up making a mess of a gourmet french dinner. Destroying something I’m trying to build. You’re punishing me for the past. That I can take credit for. That I can swear. That I can honestly say that I did play, manipulate, destroy your psyche. That is mine to carry. I can never undo those. Never. What do you expect? I offered my head to you as punishment, didn’t I? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
If you feel like you’ll never forgive me, you better leave now. Like what you did with your dad, your aunt. Leave now. Do not give me hope. Do not give love hope. Throw it like everything else we threw. Let me breathe, let me move on, let me find happiness again, let me become whom I’ve set foot to be, let me correct every foul thing about me and make men and women alike proud and hopeful with who I become. What you’re doing right now is dragging me down. Dragging me who clawed his way through hell to surface. I want to stay here and not go back. I cannot let you put me under ground. Sorry, hun. I understand you, but I can’t be your punch bag. I have new meditation techniques that prevent me to feel sorry for us and focus on NOW. I can help you financially and stay away, but I can’t keep being madly in love and open with you as you behave this way. I am only helping you financially because I owe you. I might be a lying asshole but I always pay my debts. Oh, that my friend, you can ask any living soul who got to know me. John always pays his debts. But I am too open to you when you tell me you love me, when you be nice and loving, and it’s destroying me piece by piece when you suddenly blow up at me. I cannot stay this way. I am giving this everything I can and my conscious is finally clear about that. I love you, I understand you, but I cannot let you do this to me. Not now. Not when I have finally found my way. I had told you that it’s with or without you. Awake, arise, or be forever fallen. Here’s a reality I had never considered before.
Both you and I can find love again. In time, when pain fades, when it’s fueled inner change for good and better, when both you and I correct every bad thing about ourselves, we can open our hearts again. With other people, with totally different souls. We can do a much better job, too. Life goes on. We are still alive. Something you always had in mind, I just found out.
Next time you decide to send me an e-mail or call me, make sure you have made your mind. Either stay or go. Rise with me or rise on your own. But do not torture me anymore. Let the past go, or burn with it as I have. It’s your choice. I know how compelling it is to burn. It will only drive you crazy. Been there, done that. Oh, you’ve been here where I am right now. Oh, the sweet flames of being misunderstood, being feared when you stand in front of the woman you love with arms wide open! What a monumental feeling! Didn’t know I’d get to experience this! Thanks for a crash course on relationships and heart-ache, darling. 27 year old virgin with a God complex and fear of openness really needed this. I needed you, angel. Gods have sent you to me to kick-start who I was really. I mean this, I’m not being sarcastic. I owe you so much. I hope I managed to teach you something with my psychothic behaviour, compulsive lying, and extreme criticization.
Do not tell me you love me with every cell in your body, then five minutes later hate my guts and send an email like this or call and make me beg for mercy against your dominion of hell. Do not do that. Find another asshole in your new city to torture for my mistakes. Score one for the women of the world, make that bastard pay! I tortured you for your past and now you’re putting me in the same position. Not a single day goes by when I don’t think about the day you had the nervous breakdown. Not a single fucking day! You were wearing white, telling me I’ll die like a virgin. Do you have any freaking idea what I have to live with?!! But you didn’t take that bipolar sociopath, neither will I. It’s too much.
Take your time. A week, a month, even more, take as much time as you need. But do not come back as a bipolar bomb or with lines like “I have to tell you something”. You won’t find any evil here. I have a plan to follow, I can’t afford to waste a tear or moment to fear anymore. I am minding my own and I can’t let you sabotage the life I’m creating for myself. It was supposed to be your life, too, but you’re too scared, frantic, delirious (given, you have every right to be this way after all the things I have done, so do not judge me as if I’m calling you crazy and MISINTERPRET THINGS ANYMORE).
I am so fed up with your selective perception btw. You judge me to the hilt, but you should also look at your little mistakes maybe just a little bit. Criticization? More like a wake-up call. Put the libra at bay. I have put my God complex to sleep to get where I am today. IT’S NOT FOR YOU! IT’S FOR ME! THIS IS FOR ME, DO NOT GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT “OHH, HE’S PLAYING ME!”. No, Jane. I just told you I will not go down with your love gone. You wanted me to be honest, right? I will find happiness again if you leave scared, with your tail between in your legs. You will find a guy or whatever, and be happy again. I will be non-existent then. So will you. You cannot blacken my life. Do not judge me based on who I was as I have stopped doing the same to you. Do not think this is some kind of a game. Do not mis-read my words and make up some diabolical agenda. The message is loud and clear. I will summarize what I have said so you won’t misinterpret or twist and feed me back in hate what I have stated –
I love you. I want you. I understand your fears, your paranoia. You have been hurt madly in life. I was the icing on the cake. I wanted to be the hero who saved you but I fell and I had become the demon who tortured you. Now, you are on my doorstep. You’re risking everything. Everything. How will you trust this guy, again? I tried to make you see the truth but clearly, it’s impossible. I let you torture me, but it’s impossible to endure. I’m not a yo-yo. Not with the current. I have plans and dreams now. I am healed now. I have steps that I swore to follow. I want to live and travel. I want to have a good future and healthy in body, mind, soul. I suffered enough, I want to fully heal my wounds. I will heal and fly away. Do not throw me into darkness ever again. I pulled myself out the last time. And if you do hurt me over something I AM NOT DOING, I will pull myself away from you, too. No matter how much it hurts, no matter what I have to give up, I will go and rise on my own. So next time if you decide to swing by, make sure you have made up your mind about what you want from me, from us, from this broken relationship because I have and I haven’t deviated a single second. I am giving you time, space, whatever. I do not trust you, I do not expect beauty, grace, loyalty from you, but I do give you time.
Here’s the logline for this love you and I had. Shit, maybe I’ll write it when I get to LA.
An ex-promiscous woman (aka slut/whore/pass-around they call in the street/urban dictionary fyi) who is going through a spiritual transformation meets a pathological liar (aka scumbag/asshole/lying piece-o-shit they call on the street/urban dictionary fyi). They madly fall in love and go through hell as they change and evolve into something never seen before. What will happen to the star-crossed lovers?
The %100 honest, real John spoke to you. Take it or leave it.
Goodbye, angel
Panther:
The last paragraph of the above e mail: “Here’s the logline for this love you and I had. Shit, maybe I’ll write it when I get to LA.
An ex-promiscous woman (aka slut/whore/pass-around they call in the street/urban dictionary fyi) who is going through a spiritual transformation meets a pathological liar (aka scumbag/asshole/lying piece-o-shit they call on the street/urban dictionary fyi). They madly fall in love and go through hell as they change and evolve into something never seen before. What will happen to the star-crossed lovers?
The %100 honest, real John spoke to you. Take it or leave it.
Goodbye, angel ”
First off the entire thing is trying to make YOU THE BAD GUY though he does “admit” that he cheated on you….but he takes no responsibility for that and is angry and blaming you for wanting to “have some space”—this guy is a LOSER…..him calling himself The “real John” makes me want to laugh.
Also him talking about “paying his debts”—-if he owes you money, don’t expect to get it. If he doesn’t owe you money but is giving you money, DO NOT TAKE IT because he will use it as a “payment” for control.
Get away from this guy Panther is my advice, and STAY AWAY. That means NO CONTACT…not listening to voice messages or reading texts or e mails. NO CONTACT, NADA, ZIP, ZERO, ZILCH, absolutely none. Come here and read and learn and heal. This guy doesn’t just wave red FLAGS, he puts up an entire BANNER.
Panther,
Yep, he’s a spath. No doubt about it.
The melodrama enmeshed over the word-salad is meant to drag you back. It is said that spaths, “know the words, but they can’t hear the music”. This is a perfect example. He uses words that he knows have powerful impact, but he just throws them around in a jumble where the context is mostly lost. It is up to the reader to assume what the context is. And many readers, who don’t know what a spath is, will do exactly that. As spath victims, we fill in the holes with our own meaning and emotions. This is one way a spath will “mirror” us.
The other obvious thing he is doing is PROJECTING. I won’t go through it word for word, but the first 2 paragraphs are NOTHING BUT projecting. He is accusing you of all the things that he is actually doing. Projecting is also a socipathic “tell”. Spaths will tell you the truth, but they will twist it so that you will misinterpret the meaning. They think that you can’t imagine the truth could be so horrible, so you will accept any other truth, so long it’s not the actual, unbelievable, horrible truth – which is really too much for a normal human to bear.
My spath, for many years, would say, “you would be so easy to poison because you take so many vitamins.” That was a tell, but never in my life would I have even gone there in my thinking. No Way, No How, could I believe that my love of my life was poisoning me. As it turned out, he was.
But I digress, the accusations he makes on you is just him telling you what he is doing and plans to do to you.
“I might be a lying asshole but I always pay my debts.” hahahaahahahahahahha! ROTFLMAO, no comment.
I don’t even know this person and I can tell you that there is not one single word of truth in this letter. NOT ONE.
Run from this disordered person, he has told you the truth in a spath/liar’s “tell”. He plans to destroy you and he thinks you are too stupid to know it, so he taunts you with a projecting spath tell. RUN.