Editor’s Note: The Lovefraud reader who write as “Jofary” relates her experience with a sociopath in Canadian divorce court.
I first participated on this site three years ago when I learned that my daughter, then only a toddler, was being sexually molested by her father (my ex). Up until that point, I was dealing with things in the typical way. I had caught my ex cheating on me and, when our son was only three months old, he immediately moved in with his mistress, who herself had extricated herself from her fifteen year stable marriage, believing my ex to be her “best friend and soul mate.” That was extremely distasteful in and of itself but, given my ex’s contributions (or lack thereof) emotionally, physically, and financially to our brief marriage, I was able to disengage from him within a month of his departure. Unfortunately, he became aware that I was not going to be his “back-up” plan after he was done having his fun with this woman, and became extremely vindictive towards me. Perhaps it was my demeanour towards him — he was completely irrelevant to me and I treated him as such by refusing to answer his phone calls or greet him personally at the door during the exchange of our children. In any case, it propelled me on a path to utter chaos and unsettlement.
My ex refused to negotiate on the sale of our house, all the while refusing to share payments on the mortgage or massive family debt (while I was on maternity leave, no less), claiming “it benefited him to keep his name on the deed as long as possible” and eventually confessing that he “didn’t care how much it cost to go to court, he just wanted me out of the house.” He didn’t want much access with his children and sporadically paid child support. The house was my only source of income (rental) and stability for the children and I attempted to buy him out immediately, at the time he left, and when I could afford it. When it became apparent what he was demanding far outweighed what he was legally entitled to be paid by me, and he absolutely refused to negotiate, I reluctantly agreed to sell the house and decided to take the case to court to have it settled.
Moving away
Then, the realization that he was molesting our daughter, coupled with the fact that I no longer had secure housing in one of the most expensive places to live in North America, made me realize I had no choice but to relocate. I applied to a school 300 km outside the area and was immediately slammed with a do-not-remove order by him and a demand to have the children live with him full-time. I can only conclude that being court-ordered to pay child support was weighing heavily on his mind. He was, at heart, a parasite and given that nature, it probably seemed unnatural to be giving money when he felt he should be getting it! I was successful in fighting this because my situation was precarious at best and certainly not in the best interests of the children, and I went on to school in a diploma program that complements the degree I already have in the hope that I would be financially independent in the near future.
Going to court
Near the end of my diploma program, our court dispute over division of assets came due. On the advice of my lawyer, this was an oral process (as opposed to affidavit) so, since I was the plaintiff, I was the first to sit in the witness box and make my statements. It was painfully difficult for me but I did my best, and had prepared thoroughly beforehand. He followed, with his own statements and I was stunned, floored, by the entire debacle, realizing I had seriously underestimated his ability to deceive. I was expecting some lies, but not the outrageous dishonesty he displayed. He was a flamboyant liar — claiming he was responsible for twice as many family debts as I was, that I had refused to cooperate with medical, daycare, and extracurricular costs for the children even though the exact opposite had occurred (much to my frustration and financially difficulty) — complete with an air of sincerity, tears, and victim mentality. I, on the other hand, came across as frustrated, defensive and probably vindictive (the “scorned woman” syndrome) — as I well should have been considering how financially devastated I had become as a result of his parasitic behaviour since separation. I had no defence for his accusations because “my time” in the witness box was over and I realized I was doomed.
In the end, he “won” the case and the assets were split equally, despite the fact that he had not shared a dime in the mortgage costs, repairs to the house, or insurance costs, and had driven a vehicle I was paying for over the last three years, simply because the credit was in MY name, which he didn’t have to reimburse me for. All because the entire oral debate relied mainly on the spoken word, with no opportunity for dispute based on written proofs.
Credibility of witnesses
In retrospect, it would have been much wiser for me to have demanded the trial be done by affidavits, not orally. Then I could have presented the truths coherently and plainly, through the plethora of e-mails I received from him refusing to share costs and acknowledgment he was walking away with no debts. As it were, the judge made his judgment based on the credibility of the witnesses. It was stunning and difficult to accept that even though I told the truth, apparently my ex presented himself to be a much more credible witness than I.
The important lesson that I learned, and which I wish to share with other Lovefraud readers in a similar position is this: Do NOT expect the truth will come out in court during an oral trial. If your ex has been able to bamboozle you successfully enough to establish a relationship, and has a history of deception, then the chances are very good he or she will be able to appeal to judge in the same way. Practice makes perfect, as they say. Written affidavits are far better evidence when dealing with this type of individual, and the more evidence, the better.
Jim – Bernie is a P –and the people who gave him money should have protected THEMSELVES. ITS BOTH. ITS BOTH.
The P’s continue to multiply and the others continue to give them what they want because they arent protecting themselves.
I truly do not belong in this conversation either …lol… no expertise with any of it… except I noticed the P’s lack honesty and the others lack reality… = The state of the world today.
Im off to class. Enjoy the weekend everyone. Cant find my sunglasses and I dont even care today! LOL
Dear LTL—and Jim—
QUOTE LTL: “The Ps lack honesty and the others (victims) lack reality”
WOW!!!! WHAT A GREAT ONE LINE SUMMATION OF THE P-EXPERIENCE.
They sure are NOT honest, and WE sure did NOT have reality, we focused on the DREAMS.
It is the same with these people who bought houses and toys they could not afford, they focused on the dream and the desires to have the “big house” and the “toys” just like a kid would—believing in Santa Claus telling them they could have anything and everything they wanted by just “signing on the dotted line.”
THAT financial lie I never believed, thank goodness! Thanks to my grandparents’ experiences during the FIRST Great Depression of 1929 (there have always been others every few years since Jamestown was settled).
I also believe that much of our spending is “emotion” based rather than logic based. I’ve tried to use the LOGIC basis for spending rather than EMOTIONAL based spending.
Once my cousin (female) was complaining about how broke she was and that her car payment was late, etc. and I suggested that she go to an UPSCALE resale shop we had in our little town that had AWESOME PRICES on GREAT clothes, and she responded “But they wouldn’t have the LATEST FASHIONS THERE.” She and her husband now, 30 years later, are still in financial distress because they do not manage their money well and spend from an “emotional” stand point of “I have to have the latest fashions even if I don’t have the money.”
I have always dressed NICELY for work, but I bought GOOD clothes from the “Upscale resale shop” that had come from people like my cousin. Many of the items even had the original tag on them, showing they had been bought and never worn. I paid about $1-2 for every $10 the garment cost new and it was STILL new.
Now that I have a closet full of classic nice “dress up” and “funeral” clothes, I don’t buy there any more as I seldom wear the ones I have, and so I have “down scaled” to the large Good Will store here for my clothing for around the farm or just casual wear. When they were growing up, my kids were some of the best dressed kids around, and they didn’t even know stores sold clothes, they thought “you bought clothes in someone else’s front yard.” LOL
I actually live in the “style” of someone with an income, after taxes, of about $65-70 Thousand dollar a year, and have everything I need and really want—but I do it on an income of well below the federal poverty line. My vehicles aren’t new, my clothes aren’t the lastest fashions, and I don’t buy a lot of convenience foods or “go out” for dinner very often and we make most of our own “low cost” entertainment with friends. But my house isn’t in foreclosure and I’m happy and well fed, so I guess that makes me a success financially. The apostle Paul advised his disciples to be CONTENT in their status whatever it was. Doesn’t mean don’t have ambitions, but don’t let your ambitions for anything rule your life to your own detriment.
The psychopaths seem to be always WANTING things and are never satisfied with what they have. My own being satisfied with WHAT I have, lends me a lot of peace of mind.
OK, I’ll except the BOINK for hinting that if I got hungry I might eat Fat and Hairy—I couldn’t do it and you know it, though! LOL I might knockk off the Trojan Horse P and eat his fat butt, plenty of lard, but not Fat and Hairy! They’re my babies! LOL
Oxy…content is good. Peace is good…and as long as Fat and Hairy aren’t roasting in the oven or frying in the skillet…that’s good, too. LOL I’m off the subject discussed earlier. (picture a “smiley”).
I’m one of those people who owe 110% on my house. My husband’s aunt bought the townhouse we live in as an investment property with plans to rent it out (this was at the height of the market). Six months later, when it was still unoccupied she offered to let my husband and I move into it at the same rental price we were paying for our apartment with an understanding that we could rent to own when we could afford it. Ha. A few months after we moved in she told us she needed to sell the place to free up more money for other investments and we either needed to buy it or move out. We were not in a very good financial position to buy, but we had just invested a lot of money into moving, so we agreed to do the purchase. She contacted the company she had her mortgage through and we all met. She and the mortgage broker went over our finances and worked out a deal where we would roll our credit card debt, car payments, student loans all into the mortgage to improve our credit. Unfortunately, we didn’t qualify to borrow enough to cover all the debt, but the aunt graciously said she would pay off my husband’s car and take over my student loan payments so we could afford the townhouse (so she could get rid of it). We were not entirely happy, but we agreed. Fast forward a few months, my husband’s car is paid off, but the aunt starts asking when we will be able to take over payments on the student loan again. She continued to make the payments until my husband and I separated. Once we got back together we were stuck with even more debt and the student loan, but we were exactly breaking even each month with a roommate renting out one of our bedrooms. Tack on an unexpected pregnancy, several unreliable roommates, and the only way we’re near breaking even is with money from our income tax return and help from my parents. We’ve never had big dreams, just a roof over our heads and food to eat. It would be nice to foreclose and just walk away, but my husband and I take responsiblity for our poor financial decisions and will continue making whatever sacrifices we need to to pay our bills. And the other valuable lesson we learned from this, don’t trust his aunt.
I do wish they had a class, or a seminar, or something in high school that dealt with the basics of personal finance. My parents make three times as much money as me and my husband, but they’ve also wasted more money than I’ve made this far in my life, they couldn’t give me any financial advice when I was growing up because they were just as in the dark as I was. Everything I’ve learned this far has been through trial and error, with lots of errors.
Dear Midnight,
I see the same need in highschool for a class, and especially in college. The university I went to had lots of good mandatory classes, one was learn to swim. At the time I went to university I did NOT know how to swim and I was FORCED to learn. I’m still not a good swimmer, but I did learn.
I never had any financial classes in college about finance, and I did have ONE “business law” course in highschool that was really a good class. When I transferred schools due to a move, the new school had nothing to compare to that class. It explained the basics of law, what a tort was, etc. and how the legal system is supposed to work. LOL
My egg donor being an accountant and in the financial business and handling her own finances very well, she taught me that, as well as my family did instill a work ethic and a frugality chip in my systems. LOL
I know that there are many other “unsuspecting” people got dragged into the Real Estate “balloon” (blow up and bust). It is a shame because they did NOT have the financial management knowledge and took what they thought of at the time as “the best” options. Back again to “Buyer Beware” and so many people, they said on the news last night who would like to file for divorce are still forced to live together in the same house because they can’t afford to leave it and get separate residences.
Bankruptcy filings and foreclosure filings are going up up UP every day. Ah la 1929 I think, but then I am a cynic about that sort of thing. I’ve made some BAD investments in the past and some DUMB financial decisions that cost me a LOT of money, and so did my late husband, but I was fortunate that I held the line at getting into debt for consumer stuff I didn’t need or couldn’t pay for unless everything went lovely! Now that things are NOT lovely, for me or the economy, those lessons I learned early on are paying off for me. The “unreliable renters” were the reasons I sold those rental properties, and I was fortunate it was at the top of the balloon, it had just started to sink a little when I put then up for sale and they sold. Thank goodness or I would be pan handling now. “Will work for jack ass feed!”
I told my cats if things get much worse they’re going to have to go out and get jobs.
We are very fortunate in my job, I just got a raise that will go into effect at the end of the month which will allow us to continue living without roommates since we haven’t been able to find a new one since the last one moved out with no notice in December. Having roommates is like marrying a complete stranger, you rely on them to help pay the bills, keep the house clean, but you don’t really know what they’re like until you’ve been living with them for awhile. With a 14 month old in the house sleeping in the room next to the one we used to rent out, we decided it would be better to do without than risk letting the wrong people in.
Midnight,
I still say you are a smart cookie! I think that is a rational decision and a good one! “Marrying a complete stranger.” I had a guy apply for a rental property once that I am sure now was a P. He was driving a nice car (his current female roomie’s) dressed nice (she bought them) but had an FBI FOLDER A FOOT THICK…after “checking his references” and finding he had a domestic disturbance warrant for his current “roomie” (he was supposedly a college student) I found out about him and called the law. But he was so NICE! Aren’t they all? As my egg donor put it after my X-DIL and the TH-P’s arrest “I dont’ understand it, they were so RESPECTFUL of me.” (which I hadn’t been of course, cause I told her the truth!) and yea, it pithed her off! AT ME!
Oxy,
Sounds like he was counting on you not checking references because he was so “nice.”
The thing I came to realize is that even if the person you’re renting to is decent, that doesn’t mean their friends are. We had a 21 yr old girl renting from us who was really nice, she even bought clothes for the baby, but she started hanging out with these guys that were pretty shady. One evening I was sitting in my living room watching a movie when she came downstairs with one of her guy friends and met another at the door. The new guy looked at the other guy and said, “hey, you look familiar” then started asking questions about where he had gone to school, where he had worked, and finally asked if he had done time in so-and-so correctional facility. Turns out they new each other from prison, PRISON!
Ah, yes! The old buddies from the prison! Maybe you should lookk for an old retired lady renter instead of young girls who don’t (yet) have sense enough to stay away from the “bad boys.” Sheesh!