At a Christmas party on Saturday night, the conversation turned to hot water radiators. My husband, who is mechanically inclined, explained to a woman, who was trying to save money by conserving heat, how to bleed the air out of an old-style hot water heating system.
Eventually, the conversation revealed why the woman was trying to save money. She’d purchased an old farmhouse for her business. She secured a $150,000 construction loan to renovate the house and retained a contractor. The contractor insisted on installing the thermostat for the hot water heating system on a wall directly across from a wood burning stove. (For those of you who are not mechanically inclined, this is a really dumb idea.) The contractor also told the woman that she couldn’t insulate the farmhouse because moisture would create a mold problem. (This is true, but it is a problem that is readily solved, and insulating the house is a really good idea.)
Further conversation revealed that the contractor, who was president of some kind of historical building society, had not completed $70,000 worth of work for which he had been paid. The bank repeatedly came to inspect the job, bought the guy’s stories about why the work wasn’t done, and released the next installment of money. The farmhouse owner, of course, signed off on all the payments.
At one point a bank representative asked the farmhouse owner, “Are you sure about this guy?”
“Oh, he’s fine,” she replied. “He’s the president of the historical building society.”
The contractor hasn’t paid the subcontractors, and they’re demanding their money from the farmhouse owner. She hired a lawyer, who went along with a plan suggested by the contractor’s lawyer, which was useless. So now the woman is trying to save her home and her business. Plus, she’s cold.
“Sounds like you’re dealing with a sociopath,” I said.
I don’t know if this woman has any good options. We suggested that she sue the bank, because the bank released the money. But she approved payments, so that may not work. She can’t afford another lawyer. As has happened to many of us who have dealt with sociopaths, she may be stuck holding the bag.
Fort Dix Five
This woman may suffer terrible financial losses. But others involved with sociopaths lose much more.
A few weeks ago, in The con man, the thug and the jihadists, I wrote about the five young Muslim men who were on trial for plotting a terrorist attack against U.S. soldiers at Fort Dix, New Jersey. Most of the prosecution’s case was based on conversations secretly recorded by an informant, an illegal immigrant from Egypt, who was paid $240,000 by the FBI.
I predicted that the jury would see that the informant was a con man who manipulated the young men. I predicted that the defendants would walk. I was wrong.
The five young Muslims were convicted of conspiring to kill military personnel. They were acquitted of the more serious charge of attempted murder because they didn’t actually do anything. Still, they all face life in prison.
Yes, they did go to a shooting range in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania, shot at targets and shouted “Allahu Akbar,” or “God is great.” They videotaped themselves doing this and brought the tape to a Circuit City store to be converted to DVD. One of them also downloaded violent jihadist videos from the Internet.
But would they have actually have gone any further? Would they have even discussed plans, which were nothing more than vague, wild ideas, if they hadn’t been goaded on by the sociopath, who was being paid to keep them talking?
I know how convincing sociopaths can be, so I don’t think they would have done anything without his encouragement. But I wasn’t on the jury, and the people who were apparently don’t understand sociopaths. So the young Muslims were left holding the bag. They may spend the rest of their lives in prison.
For his efforts, the con man informant, who was twice convicted of bank fraud, was promised legal residency in the United States, courtesy of our Justice Department.
Education is key
The consequences of entanglements with sociopaths are always negative, ranging in scale from unpleasant to deadly.
That’s why Lovefraud’s mission is to educate people about sociopaths. Right now, most people find Lovefraud because they’re already entangled with a sociopath and facing the consequences. We’ll soon announce a new initiative to help people cope with what has happened to them.
But eventually we hope to have programs to educate people about this personality disorder and the red flags of sociopathic behavior. Our goal is to help people escape the terrible consequences by avoiding the predators in the first place.
Seriously…that is their perception of friendship….and they are bewildered why we don’t go fot it. After all we (and all their previous partners) were willing to “agree” to worse.
🙂 Hahahaha Mine says you mean you don’t trust me?
🙂 I got your back? well as long as that means nothing?
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Un-f–king- believable. But no, I believe he really said that. It’s just incredible. “you don’t trust me?”
WWWHHHHATTTTTTTTT?
Mine once said “I’d take a bullet for you”
I think he believes you can interchange “for” for “to,” readily
He meant “to,” but who’s paying attention to details?
He said ya have to like me for my personality ! 🙂 What Personality? What Character? What Good Quality? What is in it for me?
Omigod….you gotta be kidding me? Like him for his personality?????
Of course you are not kidding….psycho actually said that, of course….and meant it….
Mine said ,before we got married,” I need a woman who can stand on her own 2 feet.”….Translation-as long as she believes every lie i tell her, work 60 hours a week to support me, & always believe that i can’t help what i am, i’ve had a hard life, blah blah blah. Now if you could just bare your carotid artery, so i can suck your life right out of you…
I know this year I am going to work harder on my recognize the red flags skills!
Unfortunately, I come into contact about once a week with the p. He wants to remain friends. I told him ex-boyfriends cannot be my friends because it is problematic: it is ambiguous, chancy, and indecisive. I told him he already made his choice and it wasn’t me. He used me to move to the city where I live. After dating me for two years and planning to move to be closer to me, his attitude toward me changed as soon as he moved into his new house. He discarded me at the worst possible time.
He had already made plans to find someone else. He was trying to figure out a way to maintain a relationship with me still. He told me that we should call each other before visiting…of course I would have done this to make sure he was home. But I told him that I could go to his house anytime I wanted to because he was my boyfriend just as he could visit me anytime because I was his girlfriend.
He even told me he was going to get Sirius–but I didn’t know it was because his new girlfriend lived 2 1/2 hours away. He moved 5 minutes from me to resume a long-distance relationship even before he actually moved here! He just waited until that relationship was secure before he let me go–in the cruelest manner I’ve ever been treated and at a time that I was experiencing agony regarding the health of my son. In fact, I went to the p’s house one night for support because I didn’t know if my son would live or die but he turned me away. That’s because he was talking to his new supply source. I was so freaked out that I went back–he was talking on the phone again and he appeared happy and charming, etc etc. As soon as he realized I was back for an explanation, his demeanor changed to contempt for me. I was interfering with his new girlfriend. He had a reptilian demeanor that night as he pushed me towards to front door. He said he was talking to his brother. I said then let me sit on the couch and wait. He refused. My mind was so filled with despair over my concerns for my son that I couldn’t process all of this. Ordinarily I would have had a totally different response.
I had kept asking him if he wanted to date other women. He said no. I told him he had a new job, was living in a new city in a new house. I told him a lot of women would date him just because of his great big house.
The good news is if he we had been in a long-distance relationship at this time I wouldn’t have seen his mood change. That was absolutely frightening. The experience was traumatic. The only other person who made me feel objectified like that is serving life in prison. The p or ps in this case had no compassion for humanity, didn’t care the consequences of their actions, see women as objects and objects are interchangeable, seemed so loathe me…had an anger that was frightening.
Anyway, I’m getting on with my life in 2009. I refuse to be his friend. When I do see him I act like he doesn’t bother me. He told me it’s okay to flirt with him. I told him that would be disrespectful to his new girlfriend! He wanted me to send him a picture of me that was taken at my Christmas party. I said no.
I must admit that I have been having a difficult time setting the right boundary with him. The place that I see him is a very special place for me–always considered a safe place to work on my mind, body, and spirit. I’m not going to stop going there. But I have to fine tune the boundaries so that the interaction will be minimal. What do ya’ll think.
Morgan
Mine said “I remain interested in harming no one.” Now what brought THAT up?! The fact that he knew he harms people! He also said “I never want to hurt my special people”…that was when he was trying to assure me. Again, the funny wording, and always he would refer to not hurting!
One red flag catcher I use now is there is a very mentally healthy person in my life. I think “Now would that person ever say that, act like that, etc.” What I mean is I compare the new person to the mentally healthy one. That helps me realize, hey, what that new person did IS out of line. My mentally healthy person would never say something like that!
There is also a female attorney I know, not well, but I’ve watched her in meetings. So another trick I play in my mind is I think of what her reaction would be to something and it helps me be strong and tell a guy who is bothering me to leave me alone.
I travel a lot and a woman traveling alone gets hit on a lot in the shuttle rides to the hotel, in the hotel lobby etc….or so I thought! Because it was always happening to me and I had to keep dealing with these jerks. One guy at a gas station even tried to get me to move my suitcase from a car of women I was with (not traveling alone that time) into his car, “since we are both going back to the airport anyway.” WELL, what I have found is that as I have this new resolve to tell off guys, I RARELY get hit on anymore! I don’t know what kind of vibes I was giving out before, but now apparently I’m giving out “Don’t mess with me”. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!