Editor’s note: This Lovefraud reader, who posts as “Snow White,” previously wrote an article called “The heart thief.“
Fairy tales”¦ the fantasy of every girl. A story of fantastic forces and beings. A tale of improbable events that will lead to a happy ending. Or perhaps”¦ a more sinister story designed to mislead. Any woman would have to agree that when someone comes along who is completely and totally smitten with you, showers you with affection and attention like you’ve never experienced in all your life, you start to think that maybe this is the person I am supposed to be with. You want to believe in the fairy tale that he so poetically spins. But beware and heed the lyrics that Taylor Swift so profoundly sings, “I’m not a princess”¦ this ain’t a fairy tale.”
Meeting Prince Charming
Once upon a time, at a workout studio in a quaint suburb, I met Charming, as I’ll refer to him, a handsome, quiet, shy man in great physical shape. For four years, I would see him daily in our workout class. At first he remained in the back of the room and didn’t speak with anyone. Eventually, he made his way to the front of the class where he could be the center of attention among all the women in the room. The class was fun and interactive. Everyone would joke and share stories during the workout. I had been a member of the studio for seven years and had many friends there. As time went on, Charming would make his way over to my side of the room and share his story with me. He would tell me about his hardships as well as make small talk and joke with me. He was divorced and his wife recently remarried. She then moved out of town with their children. He lost his job. His father was seriously ill and eventually died. During the time we worked out together, he led everyone to believe that he was casually seeing someone. He downplayed his five-year relationship with his girlfriend, leading everyone to believe he was available. However, I didn’t learn about the extent of his relationship with her until much later. He was very guarded about his privacy but for some reason wanted to let me in.
I truly believed that we were friends. After all, isn’t that what friends do, share their stories and provide support to each other? I have been married for 25 years and always thought I was happily married, perhaps a little lonely as my husband worked out of town quite often, but wasn’t unhappy. I was actually quite content with my life, that is, until Charming started convincing me otherwise. I knew that he was unemployed and felt sorry for him. My husband and I were doing major renovations in our home and needed some painting done. Knowing he could use the money, we hired him to paint. Little did I know that he came in to my home, saw what we had, and wanted it for himself.
He told me he started dating a new woman who I would like as we were in the same profession. One day my husband and I and three other couples were planning a night out, so I invited him and his girlfriend and some other friends from the studio to join us. After the evening out, he texted me saying that he wasn’t really interested in his date and she wasn’t the one for him. I didn’t think much of it and told him that she was really nice and they seemed natural together. In hindsight, he was laying the foundation for me to believe he was single.
Charming was a lost soul. Every woman he had ever dated did him wrong. Everything in his life was someone else’s fault. His ex-wife cheated on him. His ex-girlfriend of five years wasn’t there for him and her son was behaviorally disordered and disrespected him. He caught his current girlfriend pursuing other men on a dating website while they were together. The other women he dated only wanted him for sex. He wanted a serious relationship and wanted to be married. Women today were only interested in sex. They didn’t want committed relationships. He lost his job because his new boss was incompetent.
More than friendship
I really felt sorry for Charming. I was there for him when he needed to talk, providing positive support encouraging him that he would find someone who would love him forever. Before I really realized what was happening, he started texting me day and night. We continued to text each other, casually talking about our lives and interests and how we had so much in common. Then one fateful evening, I received the text:
Charming: I think we are in trouble ”¦ this is more than a friendship ”¦ I am attracted to you.
Snow White: There may be an attraction, but I have never and will never cheat on my husband. We can get beyond this and remain friends.
The next day he persisted in his texts. I told him that we needed to talk face to face. I met him and told him in no uncertain terms that I cannot act on this and could not conceive of hurting my husband. I told him that he will find the woman for him. I am 6 years old than him and never in my life did I consider dating a younger man, let alone cheat on my husband. I was confident that the friendship would prevail. Over the next two months, we continued texting. He talked about how we had so much in common. We had both only been in two real relationships our entire life. We both had long-term marriages. We had limited sexual experience. Well that was true of me, definitely not true of him, as I later learned. We had the same interests.
Future wife
He started making comments about my marriage and husband, telling me that if I were truly happily married, I wouldn’t be talking to him. He said he saw how my husband looked at other women. That he believes my husband disrespects me and isn’t there for me. One day when I was sick with a sore throat and drove myself to the doctor’s office, he commented on why my husband didn’t take me. If we were together, he would be there for me.
We were destined to be together. I was his soul mate. He had been around long enough to know that I was to be his FW “future wife,” calling me Mrs. Charming. He would give me everything I need as a couple. It was love, texting LY “Love You.” Saying, “You. Must. Be. With. Me.” On and on it went.
I started to question my marriage. Maybe he was right. I had never felt this type of intense connection. Were we meant to be together? I was starting to believe. At this point I was emotionally hooked. I tried on several occasions to stop talking with him. He would be on the verge of crying when I told him we couldn’t talk. I felt sorry for him and would break down and contact him or he would contact me. He had become my best friend, one by one replacing all others. He would text and call me throughout the day. The bond between my husband and I began to loosen. I became spellbound ”¦ blinded and incapable of seeing the signs. Or as I now know, I was love bombed with a force so powerful it rendered me helpless. Yes, ME, a strong, confident, educated woman, overwhelmed and crying every day. How could I be meant to be with someone other than my husband? I immediately sought counseling. It didn’t help.
Pursuit
He relentlessly pursued me for months. It didn’t bother him in the least that I was an emotional wreck. In fact, I believe it empowered him. One evening I was out for a run and I received this text:
Charming: Turn around
Snow White: Why
Charming: I’m parked at the corner. Turn around.
I hopped in his car and told him, “I can’t do this.” A wicked grin appears on his face. It didn’t faze him in the least. He was on a mission and nothing would deter him. I had mistaken his stalking tendencies for romance and love.
I’m not sure how it happened, but one day he turned the tables on me. At this point I believe he realized that I was emotionally hooked and used it to blackmail me. He told me that he had had enough, if I couldn’t be with him, we could no longer talk. I agreed to stop talking with him and met with him to give him a Christmas present I had bought. I actually bought small Christmas ornaments for a few of my closest friends at the studio, including him.
Now physical
The day I met him to end our communications and give him his gift was the beginning of the end. I know I shouldn’t have met him, but I did. When I arrived at his apartment, I handed him the gift, he lifted me off the floor, kissed me, and carried me to his bedroom. The emotional affair was now physical. I could not resist. The experience was one like no other, so intense. What I thought was exclusive to making love with me ”¦ the intense eye contact, the hypnotic stare, the slow and passionate way he moved, the transformation of his personality into this highly sensual being ”¦ I later realized is how is with every woman. He would often tell me that every woman he had ever been with said that he was an exceptional lover. And he was. But he used sex as a method of control. He knew that once I had sex with him, I could no longer be married.
Where he previously only controlled me emotionally, he now controlled me physically. I was on an oxytocin high, which further intensified my bond with him. I was so confused and truly believed because I slept with him, I could no longer be married. He started pressuring me to leave my husband and move in with him. He would tell me that he was alone and waiting for me. “Hurry up. I need you. I am all alone. I am waiting for you.” He professed. He emptied his closet and texted me a photo of it, telling me he was ready for me to move in. I began to crumble.
I couldn’t handle the pressure any more. And I could no longer sleep with my husband after sleeping with him. I broke down and told my husband that I could no longer be married to him. He was crushed and didn’t understand. I told him the whole story. He then started pressuring me. Totally confused, I was unraveling at warp speed. Charming was now doing everything in his power to make me jealous and create a sense of urgency for me to move in with him. Reeling with confusion, I finally left my home and stayed with a girlfriend for a few weeks to sort things out.
While staying with my girlfriend, I spent some time with Charming. But things did not feel right. I really wasn’t ready to leave my marriage and felt that I had been pressured into it. Charming assured me that once I started my new life, I would be fine. He had all the answers. As long as I did what he said and didn’t question him, life would be great. But I couldn’t move from one relationship to another like flipping a switch. I didn’t really notice any red flags with him at this point because I thought that gut feeling I was experiencing was solely because I was dealing with the devastating emotions of leaving my husband and home.
Controlling presence
After three weeks, I realized that Charming had no intention of making our relationship public. Just as he had hidden his relationship of five years from everyone at our workout studio, he planned on hiding his relationship with me. That was the first time I saw a red flag. I told him that I would no longer workout at the studio if he planned on hiding our relationship. Working out with him was no longer fun. I now felt his controlling presence ”¦ he was listening to my conversations with others, whispering sexual comments to me during the class, and purposing flirting with other women there to make me jealous.
I was giving up everything in my life, had left my home, was ready to file for divorce, and his life didn’t change at all. He wouldn’t make our relationship public because he didn’t want to be blamed for ending my marriage. He was so concerned about his image, yet he thought nothing of destroying my life. I later surmised that he didn’t want the women at the studio to know we were together because then he would have no chance of hooking up with anyone there.
By the third week, I still had this nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. I attributed these feelings to the demise of my marriage and not with the red flags I was seeing with him. Had I been single, would I have noticed the signs? I believe it is difficult enough for single people to recognize the red flags, but for those of us who are married, being involved with a sociopath only magnifies and clouds the confusion.
Charming was not happy that I was staying with a friend as he wanted me to live with him. He said that he didn’t consider us a couple unless we lived together. I needed to take it slow. By the end of the third week, I met him for pizza. It was there that I saw Mr. Hyde. The man who had professed his love for me, espousing his life plan for me as his future wife, now tells me that he doesn’t think he’ll ever marry again. Not that I had plans for marriage with this man, but the just the fact that he told me he loved me so much and wanted me as his wife led me to believe that he really did love me. His demeanor changed completely. No affection. No kiss good bye. He was a completely different person now that I left my husband. I simply replied that I knew someday I would marry again but it would be long into the future. He was playing head games with me. I should have called him on it right then and there. However, it was then that I realized I needed to go home, pack my belongings, and make plans to make it on my own.
When I returned home I apologized to my husband for ruining our marriage. We started to divide household belongings, and I started to pack. I was preparing to move forward with our divorce. My husband was very upset but really didn’t want a divorce. I was so confused and truly believed that I could no longer be married.
Unprotected sex
I continued to see Charming, but still had that nagging feeling. Is there something missing in his eyes? It’s hard to explain, but there is definitely a void there. He insisted on having unprotected sex, which I refused, but the condom broke. When I asked him if he had had unprotected sex recently, he denied it. He didn’t sound convincing so I pressed him on the issue. He admitted that he had in fact had unprotected sex. I scheduled an appointment for an HIV test. When I told him that I was going to get tested and that he should think about it too, he got really upset and wanted to know when I would get the results. He said he had no intention of getting tested and rushed to hang up the phone.
For the next three days, I didn’t hear from him. Valentine’s Day fell within this period and yet no texts or calls. Now here was a man that was texting or calling me day and night, my supposed soul mate, blah, blah, blah. When I needed him the most, he abandoned me. I thought about ceasing all communications with him then, and the only reason I texted him three days later was to give him the results, which thankfully were negative. His response was short ”¦ saying he was working and couldn’t talk. I now believe he was already pursuing his next target by this point, and had to hide my text from her just like he had hidden others’ texts from me.
The next morning he texts me to say hello as if nothing had ever happened. That’s when I told him he abandoned me. That I was freaking out about the results and he totally shut me out. Remember, he’s the man who told me my husband wasn’t there for me when I had to drive myself to the doctor for a routine visit for a sore throat. Ironically, my husband was the one who came with me to get the results and hold my hand while I was freaking out. That’s when I knew I had to get this man out of my life. I told him that I was really confused and needed to follow my counselor’s advice and spend some time alone.
Learning the truth
Two days later I checked his facebook page, and saw a post saying “Enjoy your day with Amy”. You see, he is a maintenance worker for an apartment complex. The complex provides low income housing. I remember him saying, “Now that the complex is subsidized, a lot of single mothers would be moving in.” It didn’t occur to me that this would become his predatory playground—the perfect job for a sociopath. When I saw the post, I texted asking him to please tell me that he was moving on so that we could both get closure. You see, he didn’t want to even give me the closure I needed to move on after all those months of manipulation and emotional abuse. I had everything in the works to build a house and go through with the divorce all because he had me believing that he was the one. He denied that he was seeing anyone, even with the proof in black and white. His last text to me simply stated that he was upset that I hadn’t moved out of my home, even though the divorce proceedings had started, and that I was the one confused. He said that when I figure it out to give him a call. If he doesn’t hear from me, then he knows his answer. He took absolutely no responsibility for his actions.
I had been completely mindf***ed all these months. I was in shock and so confused. I contacted his ex of five years. She graciously called me and spent an hour on the phone confirming all his lies. He cheated on his wife with at least two different women that she knows about. He engaged in threesomes with his wife over two years, saying that it was her idea and that she is bisexual ”¦ I’ll never know the truth on that. However the threesomes weren’t enough to keep him happy, as he abandoned his wife for a girl he met at his apartment complex. He left behind his 4-year-old and 12-year-old, and stopped paying the bills. His wife and children were left in the countryside; she had no driver’s license or car. The house went into foreclosure. His wife did not cheat on him. In fact she was so distraught over the break up that she left her wedding dress on the floor in the house when she was forced to move. While he was married, he had a free apartment at the complex he set up for himself without his wife knowing.
He cheated on his girlfriend numerous times, joining a dating website while he was still with her. While he lived with her, he provided no financial support except for buying some groceries occasionally. I even recall him saying that he disliked her son and never bought him one thing, this from a man who essentially lived with her son for five years. She found out that he was cheating on her the day before she was to throw his 40th birthday party. She went ahead with the party, but now regrets it. While in the five-year relationship, she had thought they were trying to conceive a child. When it wasn’t happening, she had him go to the doctor to get checked. The doctor called and said that he had a zero sperm count and that he must have had a vasectomy. He lied when she confronted him, and then eventually confessed. That was the last straw for her, and she broke up with him. While I was with him, be bragged about how he had the vasectomy under her nose. I’m happy to report, that this woman is now married, and they are expecting their first child. He learned the passwords to her email account and would monitor her communications, even after they broke up.
Regarding the girl friend who supposedly was still looking for guys on the dating website while she was dating Charming—she actually went online to check up on him. She had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right so she investigated. When she confronted him with the fact that the dating website dates and times all log-ons, he was caught. Of course, he took no responsibility and blames her for the break up.
I now know why, as he confided in me, all his exes were on antidepressants.
The Red Flags
I wish I knew then what I know now. After reading Red Flags of Love Fraud: 10 Signs You’re Dating a Sociopath, I now see clearly that “Prince Charming“ is a sociopath. I was stunned by the clear and precise process outlined in the book, which Charming used to achieve his objective ”¦ ME. The 10 signs illustrate that my situation is a textbook example of the strategies these individuals employ when in hot pursuit of their next victim. Fortunately for me, my husband never gave up on me. We have been seeking counseling and are on the road to recovery.
In retrospect, here are the Red Flags I noticed:
- Stalking/pursuit that seemed like romance
- Texting and calling all day long
- Love bombing
- Brilliant at making me feel sorry for him
- Highly sexual and impulsive: threesomes, multiple partners, having sex in cars, in public, in the workplace ”¦
- Narcissistic
- Mirrored all my values and interests
- Disregard for my emotions and for the effects on my family
- Showed no emotion except sexually or when angry
- Slowly started alienating me from my workout studio, family, friends
- Lies, lies, lies
- Spoke negatively about ex-wife, made degrading sexual comments about past girlfriends
- Continuously adding women friends to his Facebook page, which looks like a little black book
- Has not one male or female friend; there was absolutely no one in his social circle who could attest to his character
- Gaps in the story ”¦ would say he was only in two committed relationships over the last 25 years, then would tell me about other women he dated
- Emotionally blackmailed me into having sex with him
- Thought of himself as Superman, invincible, and immune to diseases
- Believed that every woman wanted him
- Brilliant at emotional control
- Used sex as a method of control
- Had no plans for the future and had a hard time planning one week out
- Said that if given cause, he would have to monitor my texts and emails
- Had various women in different stages ”¦ while I was the main target, he would randomly get a text and would dismiss it as some woman from his past he was no longer involved with. He was simply keeping her in a holding pattern while he was pursuing me, rinse and repeat ”¦
- Continued to stalk his ex
- Took absolutely no responsibility for his actions
SnowWhite, I’ve been NC for almost 6 months, now. I posted long ago that I had a violent outburst when I found conclusive proof that the exspath had, in fact, been engaging in extra-marital sexual activities that indulged his BDSM interests. He had tried to pass off the box of condoms (Trojan Ribber for Her Pleasure w/ spermicidal jelly) as “leftovers” from before my menopause. I knew better, and he KNEW that I knew better – I suggested we examine the expiration date and he declined asserting that the condoms were for his own use since they were “rubber.”
After the violent outburst, he called the Police to report an incident of Domestic Violence. I was arrested and charged with DV and the charges were subsequently dismissed upon HIS insistence. Three days after the incident that ultimately caused him to leave (and, never come back), he called me to demand money – I told him that my attorney would be speaking with him. The next day was when he filed for a Restraining Order and I have never spoken to him, since. I have no desire to speak to him, hear from him, or “know” anything about him. He is the embodiment of “evil” for having the ability to pull a long-con and compartmentalizing his deviant sexual interests in such a way that nobody – NOBODY – would ever be able to pick him out and peg him for what he is.
His mother is certainly narcissistic on a malignant level, if not a full-blown sociopath, herself. His father is a beleagered and browbeaten man who is utterly defeated. I can see where the sickness stems from and it goes way, way back for generations.
Knowing that the exspath comes from a long line of spaths and malignant narcissists doesn’t help me, very much. Knowing what an empty childhood the exspath had only tends to elicit sympathy and pity for him, even now – and, I cannot afford to feel sympathy OR pity for him, on any level. I have never met the person, yet, that did NOT have a dysfunctional childhood, so it doesn’t help me to “know” about his family
If I could say anything to the exspath, it would be only one thing: “I apologize for losing control of myself after being pushed over the edge of my tolerance.” I am sorry for my reaction, but I am not going to beat myself up about it, either. Most people who know my situation have stated that they would probably have done worse than simply beat up their partner in a violent rage. Well, I’m not proud of what I did, nor will I ever allow myself to be in such a position, again. And, the people who assert that they would have done the same (if not worse) make those assertions out of personal outrage – I hope that none of them EVER has to experience that loss of control because it was horrible.
I’ll get through this rough patch, I’m sure. It’s just part and parcel of healing, I suppose, but I sure don’t like it. 🙂
Hi truthspeak
I think I would have reacted the same way. They are so deceitful……yet they are brilliant at making us question ourselves and at making us think we are crazy. When I would confront him on so many issues even when the proof was in black and white, he would say “youre crazy” and make up cover story….I feel so stupid for really trusting him….when i really
Started seeing through him and he wasn’t as clever covering up, I guess the mask slipped as they say….he could not take that I didn’t feel the same or think his was superman….he needs to have someone in his life that will blindly love him and ignore his transgressions.
I’m happy you caught on and are out of it! There are normal men our there….it’s unfortunate that we fell prey!!!
Have a good day. As my counselor told me….take care of yourself today and tomorrow you will be okay
SnowWhite, yes, they are very adept at the crazymaking. During the incident, the exspath stared STRAIGHT through me. He did not – DID NOT – make a single move to step aside, step past, or move away from me. He stared straight through me, and I know that he was thinking in his twisted mind, “Oh, BOY! Now, I can just END it with domestic violence as the reason! I don’t HAVE to plan out how to poison her!”
I know that there are “normal” men and women out there, and may they be blessed tenfold! I just need to find ME, first.
You have a great day, too. And, isn’t having a strong counselor the most priceless thing? HUGS
Truthspeak:
Hugs to you. Sorry you have had a rough few days. We all know how it is. Come here and blog with us.
(((Truthspeak)))
They are losers and not worth the sadness.
Find that one thing that absolutely turns you off about “IT” and never forget it. Keep feeding that fire and you will make it to the other side. Be good to yourself and kind to yourself. STEALTH yourself. These are not ‘ordinary’ people who can be dealt with in ‘normal, ordinary’ ways. They lied us into believing what we wanted to believe…to USE US however they could.
Grab a hold of that and let it be your guide.
I am so so sorry you have had such a bad past few days…
I have had a very bad past ten years but I am here to tell you that you ARE going to find that ‘safe spot’. It’s hiding like an egg on Easter morning…just look for it, it’s there. And remember you are loved and cared about HERE. We are all here for you.
Dupey
xxoo
Dupey, Louise, SnowWhite, et al….thank you SO much for your support and encouragement. I know that this is just temporary, but I sure do not like it, one iota!
And, Dupey….look at you! Pulling me along with love, strength, and support…..see? You’re valuable and precious. I need you, very much, and everyone else does, as well.
Love – true, genuine agape love – and brightest blessings to us all.
Ya know, everyone…..sometimes, it’s a very, very good thing to sit and cry. I am so overwhelmed with gratitude that I wish we were all in one place, together, as survivors and able to lay our heads on one another’s shoulders and just give and take the love and support. We could weep, laugh, and rant together and know that we each “got it” where every individual experience is concerned.
Long ago, I was posting about my spath son and weeping and carrying on. Then, gratitude and comfort filled up that void. That’s what’s going on, now. You all “get it” and not ONE of you is judging me. I am so very, very grateful to Donna for starting this healing site, and to each one of you who is helping me along this rocky healing path.
Truthspeak: You are such a kind and gentle person…
I am so sorry you are having such a hard time but like I have told so many others, after the storm there is always a rainbow…
NO RAIN, NO RAINBOWS; right?
You ARE going to make it through this.
BELIEVE ME: YOU ARE.
I am here for you Truthspeak. There is probably a lot of my story you don’t know and it’s difficult to repeat some of it. Some of it I don’t think I CAN access anymore because it’s down there in that deep, dark, hole of despair that I never want to return to and re live. My PTSD just buries the ugliest parts.
The parts I DO and CAN remember a person just wouldn’t believe. Sometimes I find it difficult to believe myself. But for just about four solid years, I sat and sobbed. Day after day, moment after moment, when I wasn’t looking over my shoulder, wondering when I would be murdered.
Trust me, the rainbows ARE there. They just keep on coming too. No ugliness under the Heavens can stop those rainbows from coming. Right? They might be hidden under the clouds for a little while, but the clouds always blow away and there that rainbow is…
If you need me, I am always here for you.
Ask Donna to introduce us and you will have my email and you may write to me anytime you would like. Any time of the day or night, Dearheart. I may not respond right away, with all my doctor appointments and I DO have a tendency to sleep A LOT from my medications, but I promise you, I WILL ALWAYS respond.
Oh yes, a LF reunion sounds so amazing and wonderful, doesn’t it? 🙂 I think we should find some sponsors and actually TRY to make that happen; what you think Donna? Like somewhere central to all of us?
Stay strong, Truthspeak…you are going to make it through this. Protect your heart and your health. PROMISE?
Love, always ~ Dupey xxoo
TRUTHSPEAK: PINKY SWEAR???
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SnowWhite – here a few answers to your questions above. A little history first – It was just over a year ago that I had also admitted my 1 year affair to my husband and moved out of my house to live temporarily with a girlfriend. It was during this first month living-out that I had more time for my ex-spath. He was disturbed that I had left my home and that I was talking about giving it to my husband out of guilt (I lived in a $1M home and he rented a room). My husband was distraught that I had left and wanted to work things out. I was confused and just needed to think. Then my ex-spaths grown daughter called me and told me about the “other woman” who had been seeing my ex-spath for the past 4 years, she lived out of town and was almost complete with her divorce. She had a substantial settlement from her divorce and was planning to move to town with her children to be with my ex-spath, she had just bought him a car (he told me the dealership had let him put $100 down and take a loan to purchase it) and she was the out-of-town “relative” that often sent him $. Shocked and confused I was extremely hurt and confronted him and the woman out of town telling her my story and told him to never contact me again. She stayed with him. Our NC at that time lasted a week and then he called, apologized and asked if we could stay friends. Hurt and confused – I reluctantly agreed (BIG MISTAKE) but it was a bandaid that helped relieve the pain at the time. 3 months passed, we did not see each other but talked often on the phone. I moved back home, entered counseling with my husband and was determined to get back on track with life. Then my ex-spath began calling me more often, asking if I was having another affair or seeing anyone else, telling me he still “wanted me” and did not feel the same way about his current GF. I got sucked right back in and we began to have “secret meetings” and sex. His GF had delayed her move to town. But then I began to panic – what was I doing? This man said he “loved me” but his actions were no where near love. When I did not answer the phone, he would repeatedly call and accuse me of having another affair ! I was back with my husband – how crazy was this? I knew it HAD to stop because I was loosing myself – every minute was spent thinking about the situation. Then a few weeks back I ran into another ex GF of my ex-spath – we started to talk and I found out he was still calling her and told her he was single and no one was in his life!!! THIS was the final straw – we both confronted him with a barrage of text messages until he changed his number. We threatened to call his current GF and told him to never contact us again. It’s only been 2 weeks. LONG STORY SHORT – I WISH I had never let him back in my life once I found out the truth – I knew who he was, what he was, BUT I could not control my addiction from seeing him. A YEAR of pain so far – and it could have been over by now if I would have stayed NC. It is still on my mind DAILY and I wish I knew when he will be out of my head. My best advice to you is stay busy. I think it WILL take me another year to get over. Write him a long letter (but don’t send it), CRY it out and work thru the pain. Don’t bury it! AND STAY NC!!!!