Melissa K. Dean was a new lawyer in a new job. All she needed was a new romantic interest. So she posted her profile in Match.com, and received more than 30 responses in the first two days. One of the men started began his message boldly, writing, “Hi Gorgeous!”
For a woman who had long doubted her feminine appeal, the words were irresistible. More words followed—words that seemed to indicate mutual interests and goals, words that appealed to the woman’s sympathies.
Melissa K. Dean tells the story of being seduced by, married to, and then abused by, Jack Cass, a man who claimed to be a former Navy SEAL. It’s a classic story of sociopathic victimization.
Exotic dancer
Dean tells her story in a new book available in the Lovefraud Store, Hi Gorgeous! Starry Eyes and Toxic Lies.
They communicated online and by phone for a short time. Then they met for lunch, which Dean describes early in the book:
Conversation superseded our interest in our salads as we prattled on about various topics, including the characteristics we valued and disliked in potential mates. He spurned spoiled princesses and victim-oriented women, a group that included his mom—a counselor “ahead of her time,” yet victimized by by his Baptist father’s verbal abuse and infidelity with Jack’s piano teacher. He hated civilians, abhorred dishonesty and disloyalty—especially infidelity.
My bleeding heart was moved by his tale of woe, which he fully anticipated. Here was a man who’d been wounded on the battlefields of war and romance. “I let women walk all over me,” he proclaimed. The three purple hearts to which he laid claim paled in comparison to the heart he said was repeatedly broken by women who’d either cheated or bilked him out of money. “Learning to trust is a difficult task for me,” he said.
Can anyone say manipulation?
At one point before meeting Cass, Dean worked as an exotic dancer—that’s how she earned the money to take a prep course for her bar exam. Cass was fascinated by her former stint as a stripper, and after he manipulated Dean into marriage, saw his future in marketing his wife as a sexy model and dancer at biker clubs.
He, of course, had financial problems, child support payments and no steady income. But he had big ideas, which he convinced his wife to participate in. Gradually, he became more and more impatient with Dean’s contributions, and displayed his displeasure through emotional, psychological and sexual abuse.
Message of hope
In their letters to Lovefraud, many people have said their experiences with a sociopath were so outrageous that they should write a book about what happened to them. Melissa Dean has done it.
Many of you, who thought you were the only person on the planet experiencing the abuse and crazy-making of a sociopath, will take comfort in her story. You are not alone. In fact, many of you will recognize yourself, and the person who victimized you, in the tale.
Dean’s book has a happy ending—she escapes and begins to rebuild her life, her way. Her story is proof that you can recover from the abuse. It’s the message of hope and healing we all need.
HH: Doesn’t it feel good to practice? Those words will come in handy!
HH: indeed! if any of my friends told me stories like i tell here, i’d boink ’em, kidnap them, and drive them to a re-education camp! but for me, i’m still missing the tool!
Rune, HH & LIG, thank you so very much. I do need to program some positive thoughts into my head and to believe I am special. I know I’ve just got to dig down deep and find some strength, saying no the last couple of times has suprised me, like I said, and maybe it will quickly become a habit. I don’t want to see him anymore, it isn’t making me feel good about myself. Thank you for understanding, I have talked to my sister a LITTLE bit about him, she knows maybe 10% of it, knows nothing about the money, and it always seems like she is yelling at me.
I’m not sure why I have been crying today… because I’m alone… know I’m going to have to go through missing him, feeling like a fool, I can’t figure it out.
Loved the “spath-hole” name! That made me laugh outloud!!!
As they say, “You had to have been there . . .” And since we WERE there, in these relationships, seeing the sincerity in their eyes, knowing that THIS time they REALLY meant it . . .
We do such good for each other, because we really do know what it was like to trust, and why we did trust.
I heard mention of the “crazy cat lady” a few times, so thought I’d drop in and say hi from my cat paradise. I cannot have any more than 2 cats in this tiny condo, so I also have 2 snakes. Therefore, I am the crazy cat AND snake lady, which is 10 times worse. I can tell you there ARE worse things than being a crazy cat lady. But I can’t think of too many right now.
I feel like eating ice cream which is not a good sign.
Let’s see — calcium calms the nerves and prepares you for bed, and if it’s chocolate, that’s Vitamin C, right?
Rune:
So, I can justify the entire box of Godiva chocolates I devoured today as loading up on Vitamin C as a preventive measure, right? Works for me.
Of course, I always say that “sex pales in comparison to Godiva chocolate.”
Rune: Sounds reasonable to me! I don’t need much of a reason to get in the car and go buy some! I’m just afraid if I start eating it… I’ll never stop! LOL. I used to buy cake and when I got sick of eating it I would pour soap on the rest, and then I saw Miranda do the same thing on Sex and the City!!
Stargazer: I have one cat, does that let me into the club? I’m already crazy.
Thank God-iva!