Lovefraud received the following email from a reader whom we’ll call “Lorna.”
I thought I’d write and tell you a success story, thanks to all the information you provide to help people to survive a sociopath.
I’ve met them at various times in my life, however, I was lucky that I never married or got pregnant or lived with one. A couple of years ago, one crossed my path, and in a short time caused a lot of disruption before I dumped him. I pretty much forgot all about the narcissistic sociopath since then.
I wanted to watch the Will and Kate wedding live, but didn’t have TV, and on the West Coast it would be shown at 3 a.m. I posted on the activities partners section of Craigslist hoping someone was planning on being up to watch, and might let me come join them. I was surprised to get an email from a man, with whom I exchanged emails and phone calls before I felt comfortable going to his place to watch the wedding.
I made chocolate covered strawberries and brought a bottle of champagne, and he had some too, so we laughed and had a wonderful time staying up til dawn watching the wedding — competing on who knew the most wedding trivia, etc. I had a blast, so did he, or so I thought. He was 14 yrs younger, worked part time as a baseball umpire, had a bright and witty mind, and was a total gentleman. We ended up snuggling a bit, and even kissing a little.
I wasn’t going to chase him, so I did send a quick email letting him know I got home safely, I left it up to him to reach out to contact me for future dates, if he wanted. A week went by. I finally got an email telling me he’d been out of commission as he’d pulled muscles in his back. I took him dinner and a heating pad and massaged his back. I waited another week before he contacted me again, which I thought was a bit strange. We emailed and planned to go for a hike at the ocean to his favorite place.
Previously, he had told me he was a confirmed bachelor, and he had “been played” by some gal a year before, and his feelings were evidentially hurt over that break up. He made another comment I didn’t quite catch, however, I think he said if I got too romantic he’d just end the relationship. Huh? I didn’t understand.
Hike to the ocean
The day came for us to go on our picnic hike to the ocean. I was to meet him at noon at his place. I had misplaced my keys and was running about 10 minutes late, so I called and got his voice mail to let him know I was on my way. When I arrived, he pointed to his watch and let me know I was late and he has a “thing about that.” Hmmm, kinda uptight, I thought to myself. After all, I did call and left a message. It wasn’t as if we were going to a concert that started at a specific time. We had all day, and what was 10 minutes? I was on “observe and take mental notes” duty, as I’d learned to watch for signs from the very very beginning, as people will give plenty of clues as to who they really are if you take off your blinders and stop making excuses for people.
My next clue came when he drove like a maniac, and made me uncomfortable tailgating. My telling him so and asking him to slow down only helped a bit when I pointed out he had 364 days a year to drive as he wished, and this one time to consider me. He did slow down, a bit, but when we came to a very curvy section of road I asked him to take the easier detour so I wouldn’t get car sick, and he refused! Ok, now my alarm system was on full alert. I was getting too many clues of his selfishness, and little comments he made to upset me. He even noticed something about me he said he could use to “push your buttons.” I didn’t think highly of that, either! Instead of being comfortable in his company, I was becoming quite wary. He seemed to take pleasure making me squirm. Not good.
We arrived at the beach, went on a bit of a hike to get there, and he helped me up and over these huge boulders on the beach. However, he wanted to be out on the edge where huge waves were crashing up on the rocks. He stood out there like a crazy guy, and I could see he was addicted to adrenalin. I couldn’t keep up with him and didn’t want to. I was getting tired, and yet he kept pushing me to go further and further, though I knew if I did I could fall and hurt myself, and told him so. HE wanted to go further, so we did, and that was that. I just made more mental notes realizing how selfish and somewhat antagonistic I found him towards me. I actually should not have been climbing on those rocks, I’m 64 years old and have had knee surgery, but he pushed me and said he didn’t drive all that way not to see it all. Eventually, we left to return towards home.
He had originally suggested we go to a local seafood restaurant for some clam chowder, but now that it was time to do so, he changed his mind and we drove back towards home. He did stop at a taco wagon that is parked in the grocery store parking lot and got less than $10 worth of tacos. He did make a point to pull out about eight $20 bills and fanned them in front of himself as he was paying for the tacos. He let it be known he had the $ to eat in a real restaurant, but instead here we were sitting at a picnic table in a grocery parking lot eating $1.50 tacos. Mind you, I’m not a gold digger, and I had brought food for the picnic. I eat at that taco truck myself from time to time. It was just the way he did this felt more like he was intentionally avoiding spending any money on me, and not keeping his promise to go for chowder as originally planned.
“Bad boy”
After we got back to his place, he didn’t help off load any of my stuff to put in my vehicle. He just gathered up his own and went up to his apartment leaving me to do my own. Once I did, we watched TV for a while, then he started kissing and it was warming up. I was about to stop it to leave when he came out and made a comment that after a while of a relationship going along nicely that he “likes to mix it up” and will let his “bad boy” come out. He said he would do things like cancel plans with me at the very last minute because something he rather do came along.
I told him that wasn’t a problem as long as he gave me enough notice to make other plans so my time wasn’t wasted. He said no, that it would be at the last minute, and why shouldn’t he go do something he liked better? I thought about it for a minute, looked back over the times I’d been with him, especially all the signals he had been giving me throughout the day, and I realized what I was dealing with. I figured out I was with a selfish brat narcissistic, probably abusive, and I felt like he was trying to set me up to expect less of him. Once I had him pegged, I instantly knew I had to get out of there immediately and have nothing more to do with him.
So, after taking in his bad boy comment, I replied back to him, “You wouldn’t do that with me if you ever wanted to see me again. Thank you for the warning.” I stood up, went over to where my car keys were sitting on a table, picked them up, went to the front door and left. I walked out on him and never looked back. I know he wasn’t expecting that! For once in my life, I had my eyes and ears open, didn’t believe a word he said, watched his behavior and believed that, and when the picture emerged, I didn’t waste another minute trying to change him or hope for the best. I just got out before any damage could be done.
In retrospect, I realize he was sizing me up to see if I took any Rx, had any jewelry and money, investments, where I lived, etc., and assumed I had $$$. He picked the wrong person! I know I’ve not heard from him either as he realized I really don’t have anything to offer him, and I’m certainly not going to have anything to do with him anyway.
I wish I had used my head in the past, but at least I did this time. I am grateful for your website for helping to ID a sociopath and pay attention to the signals. Also, the most important is to know not to get involved in the first place, because you cannot change the person and he’s not anyone you should have in your life anyway.
So, I dodged a bullet and the info on your website helped me to do just that.
Lorna:
Wow, you really have had some experiences, haven’t you??? Seems you were able to get out of all of them without being scathed. Thank God!
Joanie:
Yes, I do believe in this nephilim gene. Funny, because my X spath is a small guy, but powerful. Doesn’t mean they have to be big or tall to be a descendant. I did find it interesting though the first time I discovered how strong he really is. Hmmmm. Thanks for your posts.
Imust:
I think it’s OK to be Christians and still believe in the nephilim thing. Wow, what a story about your X spath!!!
All great posts! Thanks so much!
About 2 years ago, I needed a lot of yard word done on my country property. A gentleman (gay) friend of mine suggested an acquaintance who was looking for work, so I hired him to help me move out of my office downtown and to do the yard work. Wow, days one and two he worked like a busy bee, and I fixed dinner. We had a nice time. We started hanging out with each other. I was growing kind of fond of him. I gave him the office equipment I no longer needed in exchange for his work. All seemed fine.
About the time he figured out I was getting fond of him, (he even made a comment about that) he came to work for another day, but I made the horny mistake of bedding him. Well, he went out to my back deck where I had a sofa in the shade, and proceeded to fall asleep and slept the full day away – after drinking all the beer in my fridge. Then the snide comments began. He always did just talk about himself and had absolsutely NO interest in anything about me. Uh oh, I thought to myself. I figured he better enjoy that nap because it was the last he would ever be welcome on my property. I took him home and never called him again to come to work.
I found out later he had been in prison for domestic violence! I added up all the signals I had gotten, and realized he was yet another spath, but I also nipped that in the bud.
Yep, about a year later he showed up at my door asking why I had never gotten back in touch with him. He had some other guy with him. I just flat out told him because he was an asshole and I didn’t need him in my life! His companion smiled and shook his head in agreement! Ha! I got rid of the spath and never looked back. Another bullet dodged.
I never married, so I have known a lot of guys in my 64 years on this planet (in this lifetime, at least). I’ve come across quite a few, and most before I got wise. Yep, nip it in the bud.
I love reading all your comments in the blogs – have lots of reading to do. Thanks for the tip about Archive.com. Didn’t know about that. I use zabasearch to find old addresses sometimes. I go to the county office as most records are not online, but that doesn’t help if he is from out of the area.
Sharing tips and experiences sure is a huge help.
Be safe, be smart, be strong!
Your gal pal,
Lorna
Joanie123
Have you ever listened to a man named Chuck Missler? He is a Bible scholar and used to advisor for our troops worked with the whitehouse in some manner. Anyway,he has alot of very good sermons(talks) about nephilium. He has alot of videos on youtube. Just search his name,wow is all I can say. I know my spath of 27 years in 1. Im a God fearing Christian,this guy makes alot of sence. Just wanted to pass this along.
I have alot of things that happened right after I was married to my spath 27 years ago. I need to talk to someone who actually believes in God and is a practicing Christian,by this I mean studies the Bible etc. it is difficult to discuss it with someone who is not familiar with the Bible. I anyone has the time I would appreciate it.
sistersister,
I quote you: “I think what they do is, they make YOU out to be the abuser because you don’t play by THEIR rules” —
How profound! In my opinion, nothing could be closer to the truth…
Well said!
Eden
Thanks, Eden.
Lorna,
“Then the snide comments began.”
Oh yes. The only man in my life who was exposed as a spath of sorts some nine years after I met him — not instantly, as the rest of them do — started up with the “snide comments” and various other harsh criticisms and public humiliations when we finally went from “just friends” to “let’s see if we can make this work.” They wait for signs of emotional investment from you.
Some of these people can’t keep a lid on it long enough to get to the point of serious commitment/investment — and they’re just hilarious on the second date! Some of them can, though, and those are the really sad stories.
Gosh, Lorna, you nailed it again:
“Meanwhile, it’s wierd how someone like that can quickly get under your skin. Even though I got out within a month of meeting this person, and only having been with him 3 times, the good times at first ’stuck’, and it has been hard to not think about him. It must be like taking heroin ”“ totally addicting ”“ if you are not aware what is going on and you stay.”
Just remembering a birthday party 13 years ago, where I was introduced to this really devastating spath in my life. And then a year later when the mutual friend whose birthday it was remembered witnessing “a real meeting of the minds” between me and Mr. Spath. He knew the whole story about us, and he still wanted to get us back together!
Apparently, these magic first meetings are so electric that other people in the room still remember them.
Funny — I remember one thing that should have been my clue to GET OUT. A really hilarious thing. We kissed, and I ran my hand through his hair — only to feel his . . . hairpiece. Not that a hairpiece is a big deal; he had a good one that really hid the bald spot well, and he was an actor, so it kind of mattered to have perfect hair. But then he said I was the first one ever to make that discovery. No one had ever touched him there? Hello? And if he was lying, that’s even stranger. Instead of getting out, I thought it was kind of . . . well, cute. Shy. Modest. Sweet.