Editor’s note: The following article was received by the Lovefraud reader who posts as “Adelade.”
It’s been over a year since I discovered that the man that I married had been living a double-life before we ever even met. My vulnerabilities were the beacon that he gravitated towards: exiting an abusive marriage, loving to my children, spiritually “grounded,” artistic and creative, and all of these attributes and vulnerabilities in addition to a “socially connected” family with a colorful history were exploitable and desirable.
I believed his words and assertions because I wanted to. I “needed” to feel validated and valued because I couldn’t provide this to myself, on my own. I’ve mentioned this, before, but I represented only 3 things to the exspath. I was a “safe mommy” figure. A substantially older woman who was nurturing, encouraging, supportive, and tolerant. I was a “cloak of respectability.” The exspath’s true nature is so deviant and self-serving that my “attributes” and family history could provide a respectable cover for him. I came with money. My father worked, very hard, to be a successful man and I had been raised in a middle-class environment that bordered on upper-middle-class except that he was frugal and didn’t flaunt his amassed wealth.
When my father passed, I was still unmarried to the exspath. He had asked to marry me during a camping trip and I accepted his proposal. He seemed fun. He seemed to genuinely love me, care about me, and to love and care about my children. He even attended meetings with the court-ordered social worker that was assigned to my case. He was spontaneous and seemed to have a sense of responsibility. After all, he worked in the office of a state prison and that was a substantial responsibility.
“Integrity” and “honesty”
After we married, I maintained my trust in the exspath. He openly disdained his coworkers’ extramarital activities and their illegal misdeeds. From multiple affairs to using illegal substances, he would vociferously malign his coworkers and state (and, I quote), “I won’t ever do those things.” He constantly spoke, in veiled terms, of his “integrity” and honesty. He would make demonstrations of this, whenever possible, that (in retrospect) seem entirely coincidental. One example of this was when he received a number of holiday cards from coworkers with substantial cash enclosed as “thank you’s: for his having scheduled overtime for these employees. We were quite broke, and he insisted that he was going to return the money because it would be “unethical” to keep it. To this day, I’m almost certain that he did nothing of the sort and simply used the cash for other purposes. Another example was a terrible leak in our roof that wasn’t covered by insurance unless it was caused by wind or storm damage. An adjuster apparently made a veiled suggestion that a missing shingle or two would result in repairs and his response to that suggestion was (and, I quote), “I don’t have enough larceny in me to….” do that.
The exspath also used his words very carefully to maintain my trust. The first marriage was extremely abusive and I endured beatings, verbal abuse, financial abuse, threats of suicide and murder, and extreme sexual abuse. I had disclosed these facts to him and, true to spath form, he asserted (again, I quote), “I will never abuse you like that.” And, he didn’t abuse me “like that” in the abuses that I had previously experienced. He was very careful to avoid angry discussions or expressions of anger within the relationship because (again, I quote), “I can’t stand arguing. That’s all my parents do is argue.”
My inheritance
My inheritance had been bequeathed in such a way that I would not be able to touch the principal until I was 45 years of age. I believe that my father wrote this clause to prevent the first exspath from claiming any part of this inheritance, legally, under the guise of child support (we each had custody of a child), and the exspath was well aware of this, as well. I trusted him, implicitly, and he always had “an answer” that seemed reasonable and sensible.
But, I had not healed in any manner from my previous experiences with the first abusive exspath, and I wasn’t looking hard enough at the second exspath’s family dynamics, behaviors, friends, or associates. Perhaps, I didn’t “want” to look hard enough and I was isolated, seemingly by choice, but clearly by his design, in retrospect. The second exspath convinced me to trust his abilities in investing and frequently criticized my investment broker for having “failed” to alert me of trends in the markets, etc. When I turned 45, the exspath blew the doors open on my finances, convinced me to “fire” my investment broker, and laid waste to my investments within 2 1/2 years through coercions, forgeries, gaslighting, and endless cash withdrawals.
I asked my counseling therapist, “Why didn’t I see this happening?” Well, we all know why we never “saw” the spaths for what they were. We didn’t want to believe that anyone that we loved could be capable of the abuses that they perpetrated, so those behaviors and choices never happened.
No-fault divorce
Now, I’m in the end-stages of a “no fault” divorce. Since the exspath left the marital home, I have existed in a state of poverty that I could never have imagined deserving or even possible. I lost my primary home and the cash equity that I had in that home. I lost a studio that I had paid for. I lost my transportation. I had to relocate to a property that I had been coerced into purchasing, IN CASH, that is remote, falling apart, in an extremely depressed county, very few opportunities for employment, managing a lifelong condition, and with no hope of financial recovery.
The state in which we were married maintains “No Fault” divorce, and this means that whatever one party has done to destroy a marriage, the only legal issue is “equitable distribution” of property and assets. The exspath could be a pedophile, and this fact would have no impact upon division of property or the granting of alimony. Indeed, even the forgeries that the exspath clearly committed will not be a factor in my divorce because there are no punitive damages awarded in “No Fault” divorce. The exspath will not face being charged with a Federal Offense, nor will he experience any anxiety with regard to his misdeeds. The exspath will never face a single consequence for his actions.
Of course, if I had the opportunity to go back in time and review the second exspath’s family dynamics and observe him, independently of my codependent state when we first began living together, I would have never entered into a legal contract of marriage with him. But, I can’t change the past. I can’t live in a state of regret.
Today, I’m living with an auto-immune disorder and multiple emotional issues that will take me the rest of my life to sort out. Yes, I’m angry at the exspath. I’m also angry at myself because I trusted him to a such a degree that it allowed him to dismantle every aspect of my life and render me destitute. I’m angry that “No Fault” means exactly that: it’s nobody’s fault that the marriage ended. But, I have the opportunity of a lifetime: to “get it right” and learn who I am, whom I’m supposed to be, and to make some kind of difference in some capacity.
Hard-won wisdom
I don’t know what I’m “supposed” to be doing, but I do know that I can face my Life with a new set of eyes and some hard-won wisdom. I know that this marriage is finally going to be declared dead in a few weeks. I know that the exspath won’t be able to argue that alimony won’t be “sustainable,” as his attorney asserts. I know that I am going to recover, in due time. And, I know that I am a valuable human being with my own attributes that I intend to hold tight unto myself.
For those of you who may read this before you enter into a legal binding contract of marriage with someone that you believe to be your soul mate or “The One,” for the love of God, do the homework. Wait. Watch. Observe. And, put your feelings aside and see this potential mate with an objective eye. Even one “Red Flag” is reason enough to stop, look, listen, and make an educated, objective decision about your own well-being. Nobody is worth tolerating damage for, under any circumstances. Even if the damages aren’t physically abusive, pay attention to the words and assertions. What kind of person needs to convince another person that they will “never” be like the “other guy/gal?” The only type of person who would make such assertions and guarantees is someone who has an agenda. We cannot promise anyone that we’ll never hurt them or abuse them. We don’t know whether our own actions will cause hurt or be interpreted as abusive. Given that fact of human nature, anyone who makes such glib and sweeping promises is attempting to convince us of something that is, for all intents and purposes, impossible.
Marriage contract
A contract of marriage is a legal, binding arrangement. It’s not something that can be easily dissolved if the relationship disintegrates. It costs very little to apply for license to marry. In most states, less than $100. To divorce without children, it can cost upwards of $6000, especially if the divorce is bitter and spath behaviors abound. In the cases where children, custody, and visitation are issues, legal fees can run into the tens of thousands with countless hours wasted in Courtroom hearings, and anxiety levels that exceed human tolerance.
It’s not a crime to make a mistake in our choices of partners. We aren’t going to stop living if we walk away from a relationship that is questionable. We’ll survive, recover, and move on with our lives with wisdom under our belts before we choose another partner. If we call it quits with someone who is manipulative, abusive, and wholly toxic, we have not “failed.”
I will be “paying” the consequences for marrying a second exspath for the rest of my life, and my refusal to walk away when I had the opportunity and finances to do so falls squarely upon my shoulders. I didn’t “deserve” this, but the exspath perpetrated his crimes and sins, regardless of what I deserved. I own my choices because I’m in possession of empathy, conscience, and remorse. The exspath owns nothing because he is a hollow, deviant, and malevolent Thing. For this raw truth, I am grateful.
beautiful benediction dupey: ‘*Prayers to Shalom, one/joy, CQueen and all of the other Brothers and Sisters on our blog, who are in a point of suffering in their lives. May the Great
One bring them peace and sustenance for the journey.
hens, i think my take is a bit different than dupey’s is. i stuffed down/ blocked off the memories (many good, and may seriously hot) about the n ex. it was the only way i felt i could get free of her. but now, i feel free. i am in her city today and even a month ago that made me twitch. today it doesn’t. always progress..but i digress.
the first 2 days after being told i had cancer were a serious stunned/ shocked roller coaster of a time. I have a painting that reminds me of the n ex. looks like her. I looked at it, thought of her and cried, and said ‘i am sorry’. I do not know to whom or what I was apologizing – and maybe i wasn’t maybe it was i am sorry this horrible thing happened to her or to me (knowing her)…or maybe i was talking to me, back then. What I do know is that i have some space for stuff to come up in now. it feels safe enough (no need to worry about the slippery throw rugs when the house is burning!) to feel my feelings. I don’t mis HER, but i do miss things about MYSELF back then. That’s just before a lot of very bad things started to happen. i want to feel and release now. now just shut down for safety.
i DO still miss the fake boy. but every day I understand that more and more. Do you remember me talking about a friend whose whole family was stabbed by a teen-rager psychotic, who was self medicated and over medicated? (this one ranks with you know who in the list of ‘should be run over with a truck’ – little bastard is now posting on his fb (10 years after the incident) that one of his favourite things is: ‘ being violent and getting away with it.’ fuuuuuuuuuck. Anyhoo, i digress, yet again. okay, so my friend and her kids are irreparably damaged – physically and mentally. I haven’t talked to my friend (who lives elsewhere in the country) in a very long time. she was not able to maintain friendships as she spiraled into hell. But she will always and forever be the person I have loved most in this life, my best friend ever. And I wanted to reach out to her around thanksgiving (we get it done up here before the frost is on the pumpkin) and just tell her that. And when i talked to her and her daughter i realized that part of what the fake boy had fake given me was what they REALLY gave me in the past. So, now i understand even more about how that evil lying sack of crap c duped me. She just gave me things i wanted. Simple. But untangling all those things, and seeing some of them as benign and good is the process i am in. Once i understand all the things that the fake boy fake represented, will i still miss him? If you have beauty and wonder and magical warmth in your life, or understand that that is what you want…do you still miss Santa?
anyway, this has been a ramble, but the point i want to make is – let yourself miss him for short and controlled periods of time. Figure out what you are missing through this. Let feelings flow through this, because THIS will help you become more alive. Then move on.
xoxoxox
one/joy
What a beautiful post! Very inspiring and oh so true!
I really liked this post of One Joy’s above. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with remembering the good times. Those good feelings are yours, hens. And you can feel them again, even if the source of them are memories of a bad person. They are still your memories and your feelings. Not his. We all have to have good feelings sometimes, and the only way we know to conjure them is from our own experiences of good times. For a short time in 2010 and maybe 2011, I used to conjure up the memory of the guy from Costa Rica whom I was no longer in touch with. I imagined he loved me, and that feeling of being loved got me through a lonely time in my life. It was really not so much about him, but as about that feeling of being loved. I needed it, and we all need to feel that way. The way I see it, it is a form of self-love to be able to generate that feeling, no matter where it comes from. I also believe that when we are feeling loved, we magnetize more love into our lives.
One Joy, I admire that way you are courageously facing your life. I hope and believe for you that generating the will to fight and mobilizing the resources to face your current physical condition will bring huge healing in your life on many levels. It is because of people like you that I keep following this blog, even though I have been free from the effects of my ex-spath for many years now. I enjoy reading about people who overcome huge adversity, because these people are the greatest teachers and healers. I recently read an account in a magazine of a woman’s battle with cancer, how she overcame it, and how in the process she learned to truly and deeply love herself. It was very inspiring. I wish I could remember the magazine, but I suspect, you will have your own personal story to tell, too.
Onesteprs,
Your right, I do have room to feel the good time’s, miss them and then realize how fake it all was..but he was flesh and bone, even if he only gave me what I wanted, even tho he was my illusion, he played the part very well at time’s. But YES, I have room to process this now, when way back when there was not anyroom to process the grief,,, it took years to move him out of mind enuff to feel the reality instead of the loss. That photo of him is right here, not ready to throw it out, it’s not botherin me, it kinda put’s things in perspective. There is always going to be a part of me that love’s him, that’s just a given for me and I am ok with that..
Thanks Onesteprs and Dupey…I had a mini panic attack last nite when I found that photo, it lasted about six and half minutes ~! That’s what I love about this place, I can unload and not be judged…best wishes to you One Joy….
and you to Duper’s…
Hens, I can identify. I still care about my narcissist, too. He was real, and there were good times. He wasn’t “all bad”, he wasn’t a monster…..although, he did some monstrous things, and he hurt me to the core. Do I want him back? Ahhhhh, no. Because the pain was bigger than the joy, much bigger, but, there was joy, and now, I have healed enough to admit it, and accept it, without it being a threat to me. That’s the hardest part, I think. The part that takes the most courage, Hens. To admit you can still be moved by a sentemental moment, but not be un-done by it. TOWANDA!
Kimmie, sometimes you come up with the most profound statements, short and sweet—
“To admit you can still be moved by a sentimental moment, but not be un-done by it.”
Ah yes, those sentimental moments…yesterday was one of those days too for me.
Thank-you, Oxy. 🙂
Well, the cook I worked with last night was schedualed to work til midnight. I left at a little after ten. I counted down my drawer, and put the sales money in a white paper bag, wrote my name and shift on it, along with the figures, stapeled it shut, and threw it under the locked office door, as I am supposed to do.
When I got to work, today, I was asked if I had trouble with the money last night. I said, no, why? And was told that the sales money was 50 dollars short.
Then, I was asked if I had written anything on the bag, and I said yes, like I always do, and was then told that the bag was blank…no name or shift or figures.
We keep a stack of these bags under the cash register, but there is always an unopened package of them wrapped in brown paper, in the back. My boss went to investigate, and the package had been opened, and only one bag removed, and another one lay on the floor in front of where the package was stored.
She must have taken a broom handle and fished around til she could swish it back under the door.
I remember there being TWO 50’s in the bag, and when my boss opened the bag this AM, there was only one.
This is the second time she’s done this. The first time she was busted because she opened the bag, and then re-stapeled it, and the spaples didn’t line up with the little holes from the first set of staples. so she changed her technique, and this time just used a new bag.
My boss was going to suspend me for three days, but I asked if I could just give her the money. I don’t even want to do that. It’s not right that this theif gets away with this, and I am made responsible. Any advise?
They all know it’s her, but they can’t prove it.
Kim, it IS UNFAIR for them to “fine” you for the theft that she did, and I am not even sure it is legal for them to do so.
Frankly I would not stand for it….you did what you are supposed to do and just because THE CAFE DOES NOT HAVE PROPER ways for you to secure your money is THEIR PROBLEM not yours.
I know you need your job, but how long can you keep on paying for this woman’s thefts?
I think you need to stand up against this one and tell them that YOU DEMAND that they have a way for you to secure the money that is SECURE….not one in which someone can get to the money when you put it where it is supposed to me.
As long as the owners get their money they don’t give a rat’s behind what the results are to YOU.
It is only going to be when THEY lose money that they will do something. There are ways that they can give you a SECURE place to put the money so that you are not penalized for other’s thefts.
Just MHO