Barbara Bentley was 35 years old and divorced back in 1981, when Admiral John Perry swept into her life.
She met him at a dinner party hosted by a friend. The admiral dominated the conversation with his stories—he’d lied about his age to get into World War II and became one of the original Navy SEALs. He was a naval aviator during the Korean War, and flew with the Blue Angels. Then, during the Vietnam War, he commanded swift boats fighting on the rivers. He won the Congressional Medal of Honor for saving some of his men when their position was overrun by the enemy. Afterwards, he did clandestine work for the federal government, going places where it would be better if the American presence wasn’t known.
Barbara Bentley relates the story of meeting Admiral John Perry in the beginning of her book, A Dance With the Devil—A True Story of Marriage to a Psychopath, which was published last year. I felt like I was reading part of my own story.
Different psychopath, same story
I, too, heard the tales of fighting in Vietnam from my psychopathic ex-husband, James Montgomery. He claimed to have been awarded the Victoria Cross, which is Australia’s equivalent to the Congressional Medal of Honor. In fact, he sent me a copy of the “mention in dispatches” account of his heroism:
In heavy contact with the enemy, forward of the company in which Captain Montgomery was moving, the commander of the Mobile strike battalion was killed and an Australian Warrant Officer and several indigenous soldiers were wounded ”¦ Without hesitation, Captain Montgomery joined a small group under the command of a further Australian Warrant Officer, who was a company commander in the battalion, and went forward to the area of contact. While the remainder of the group were extricating the casualties ”¦ Captain Montgomery cut and prepared the casualty evacuation point on his own and under enemy fire. The helicopter attempted to extract the serious casualties but was forced away by heavy fire. Captain Montgomery, with complete disregard for his own safety, then, single handed, cleared the enemy from the close proximity of the evacuation point using hand grenades and small arms fire.
It was, of course, a complete fabrication, as were the stories of Admiral John Perry.
Marriage was a nightmare
But like me, Barbara Bentley didn’t know anything about psychopaths. All she knew was that this man who was so charismatic, so larger-than-life, was saying that he was smitten with her. He pursued her. He proposed to her. And even though he was 20 years her senior, she accepted.
The marriage, of course, was a nightmare, although Barbara couldn’t figure out why. John loved to live the rich life, even when he wasn’t working, and their finances were a catastrophe. He always had a plan though ”¦ his new job would pay better ”¦ he was going to sell some property ”¦ his inheritance was coming through ”¦ financial stability was always just around the corner.
But when Barbara finally started asking serious questions, John Perry attempted to murder her.
Then, the legal abuse
The guy was in jail when Barbara tried to divorce him, and he refused to cooperate. Even though he’d attempted to murder his wife, according to California’s no-fault divorce law, he was entitled to part of his wife’s assets, and he was going to get them.
Barbara was so outraged by the legal abuse—the law demanded that she pay the man who attempted to murder her—that she embarked on a crusade to get the law changed. And she did it.
A Dance With the Devil, by Barbara Bentley, is an excellent account of how psychopaths manipulate their victims. Reading it, I saw my own story, over and over. You probably will too.
This book is also the story of escape and recovery. And, it’s the story of a woman who turned near-tragedy into something positive. Now, in California, psychopaths who try to murder their spouses are not entitled to their assets as well.
Jim… LOL …the one for the guys was a complete quirk that I stumbled across in search of Donna Summers…and I ended up with Gloria’s version! Never saw guys doing a “jam session” to I WILL SURVIVE! TOWANDO!
STAR will be added to my ipod… its a good one! Thanks…think Ive finally “grown up” – took the long and winding road – but it feels good! The key is to remain l8 at heart til ya die! I get it! I get it!
BTW, do they do the jeep “wave” thing in Indiana? First time it happened to me I was in the City. A jeep passed me and the driver gave a wave (I remember hand was on the wheel and three or four fingers popped up as he passed by… (before I got the jeep I heard that they all wave to eachother…but I didnt know it was a “hand on wheel only wave!” LOL) Well being my first wave (lol) I all out threw my hand in the air and gave a full motioned wave back to him – think I scared him! What did I know? LOL My daughter was in the car and said MOM!! YOURE SO EMBARRASSING – YOU ARENT SUPPOSE TO WAVE LIKE THAT!
Got it down to two fingers – peace style! 🙂
Jim – 18 Til I Die is going on my playlist too! And tell your daughter he outgrew the outliner, and it suits him rather well!
learnedthelesson and Jim:
“I Will Survive” is still big in any disco — definitely gay, pretty much straight — especially in Europe (go figure). Sort of one of those “cross-over” songs like “It’s Raining Men.”
Matt – so its settled then… you, Henry and Jim can all entertain us to your gay/straight rendition at the LF Party… TOWANDOA!!
learnedthelesson:
That’s right. Henry and Jim will be my backup girls. To keep the spotlight on me, I’ll keep saying “Backup, girls. Backup, girls.”
Guys, I’m not sure I can host the FAMILY FRIENDLY LF party if you guys are going to be doing the “entertaining” LOL I have a feeling that if there are children here they might be traumatized if they saw their parents rolling around on the floor peeing on themselves while they laughed at you guys.
Especially the thought of you guys doing this in the official UNIFORM of bumble-bee tu-tus and thigh rubber wading boots and of course Henry in his felt skillet hat! ROTFLMAO I swear I have laughed more today than is good for my blood pressure! The visual in my head is just toooooo REAL!
Oxy…WHAT? I got the Bumble Bee tu-tu and the waders…and the Richard Simmons workouts…we can get the chest high waders…the children won’t see us peeing and we’ll just have that “warm feeling”….
learnEDthe lesson…the Jeep Wrangler wave…Cherokees, Patriots, etc don’t qualify. Hands on the wheel…couple (2-4) fingers. With the top or driver window down and arm out…I have done it with the “off-wheel” hand. Nobody ran me down to correct me or quiz me on technical terms like “breakover angle” or stuff. I think it’s a “global” thing. Every state I’ve been in since I got it…5 or 6 at least…it’s required. My 26 year old rented a Wrangler in Hawaii last year…same thing.
Matt…Backup, girls…well, I wouldn’t touch that one with a ten-foot “post”…LOL
OxDrover:
I guess you host 2 versions of the LF gathering. The first is rated G for General Audiences and the second is rated…Hmmm…what would be the rating for no-holds barred?
Shucks! I missed out on the early “happy hour”. I remember an earlier post from Matt and Henry, ( How is Henry by the way?) About a gay performance, “The Melt Sisters” Patti and Tuna who came out with rubber boots and umbrellas to “It’s Raining Men” with naked pictures of men raining out of their umbrellas. Still makes me smile and laugh when I picture it! Thank you for that visual!
I found this web site to help get over a break up. It is a 30 day plan to positive change that might help those of us that are still hanging on and feeling hopeless. Hope it helps.
http://www.first30days.com/breaking-up
I also have news- I received money from the contempt order from my S! He avoided a 90 day stay in jail. He even paid for mediation (court ordered). I am happy but then a little frightened ,from what Oxy and others have posted, What will I have to pay for this win? I have never experienced Mediation and do not know what to expect. I am planning on handling it like a business meeting and laying out the financial evidence of what is owed etc. I really hate to be in a room with just the S and a female Mediator. I am kind of dreading the “twisted battle” or shall I say, “Dance with the Devil”. Any suggestions?
truebeliever:
Yup, you did. You can jump on board this round — keeping_faith and I are creating a new game called pin the testicles on her ex.
He’s the loser — forgive me, AMERICAN HERO with TINY TESTICLES after the Iraquis put electrodes on them and shrank them. Tragic, I know. So, we’re going to do our on version of “pin the tail on the donkey” called “Pin the testicles on the ASSH___. Family fun for everyone.