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.
There are always Red Flags with sociopaths. I ignored at least 1/2 dozen. In the past I blamed my neediness, but more and more I realize I was being manipulated. Without ever being manipulated to such a degree before, I was a ready target.
To give my self some credit, there was this one particular incident on our second date after which I promised myself I would not contact the x-spath. His behavior was odd and in one night he went from hot to cold and walked out of a fine restaurant, leaving me the bill of course.
After damage control that evening, I was cordial but vowed not to contact him again. Two days passed and of course I start getting messaged bombed…
Its like he knew he went a bit too far and was not through with me yet…
behind_blue_eyes,
They always love bomb when they KNOW your finished with them! they have an ancanny sixth sence for this….it’part of the abuse cycle.
BBE:
Exactly! The same type of thing happened to me. He did something and was a bit pushy with me on our first date and he knew he had overstepped his boundaries. Funny, he found out I wasn’t the “easy” girl type that he was used to. So like you said, he realized he went a bit too far and was not through with me YET. But boy, when he was done, he was done until he was ready to pick it up again. He was always the one in control.
THE BEST THING A PERSON CAN DO IS JUST NOT RESPOND TO THE SPATH. JUST ADHERE TO THE NO CONTACT RULE AS SOON AS YOU ARE AWARE. DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR THEM NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY CRY AND WHINE AND THROW A TANTRUM. IF YOU IGNORE THEM THEY WILL GO AND MOVE ONTO THEIR NEXT VICTIM.
THEY ARE ALWAYS ALL THE TIME ABOUT CONTROL AND DONT LIKE IT WHEN THEY LOSE IT. AINT THAT JUST TOO BAD?
THEY DONT LIKE STRONG FORCEFUL WOMEN; AT LEAST NOT FOR LONG BECAUSE THEY CANT CONTROL THEM. WE CANT FIX THEM. THEY ARE BROKEN AND THEY ARE ALWAYS GOING TO BE BROKEN NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE GIVE OR LOVED THEM.
IN MY CASE, I ALMOST GAVE MY LIFE FOR THIS LIE I THOUGHT WAS LOVE. ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION. I AM NOT GOING THROUGH THIS FOR A LIE. I JUST AM NOT.
I find the term: “love bombing” so appropriate that it makes me laugh. 🙂 hahahahahaha That really defines it. I was mesmerized and permeated with the ‘magic’ for way too long. How funny and comical I must have looked standing there, with my bleeding heart on my sleeve…
giving unconditional love to a monster that tried to purposely destroy me.
Guess who is in control of my life NOW?
The fresh air is amazing. And with each moment that passes by in NC it gets more and more amazing.
WHAT WAS ALL THAT?
Someone must have woken me from the bad dream I was trapped in. Where am I? What year is this? Yah, I forgot a lot about myself while I was away. NO MORE.
Blessings to you all,
DUPED
attagirl12 says:
“Ladies, pass on the warning signs to others. The early signs are there. Get out as soon as you can.”
From the first night I met him, there were Red Flags. I was charmed to ignore them, but they were there.
In fact, there was one subtle comment he made that had I picked up upon, I should have realized he was HIV+…
Hi, Guys,
You may possibly be wondering what happened to me?
Well, On Friday the 3rd, I had quite bad chest pains,-Id been having them off and on for several weeks. In my heart,{no pun intended,} I knew what they were as my Mother suffered from this condition prior to her double by-pass at age 63,-Angina pectoris. Bth my brothers have had heart conditions. One had quad bypass in his 50s, and the other had two stents put in.So, last Fri., David took me to the local Hospital in Gosford. I had an ECG, and was admittedfor further tests. I ende up staying in for 5 days, and had an Angiogram on the 7th June. One artery to the heart was totally blocked, the other 2 were OK. I had a stent put in then and there.{As you prob. know, the stent keeps the artery open so that the blood can flow more freely.}I was SO LUCKY as they were going to close down the Angiogram centre on the10th,{last Friday}, and Ive had to wait a minimum of 6 weeks plus.I have a whole lot more pills to take, a new Cholesterol reducing pill, a blood thinner, a tiny aspirin a day, plus Ive been put on Zoloft, to stop anxiety.The procedure was a bit scarey but not very painful,{except when the Dr bew up a tiny balloon inside the artery to enlarge the inside so it was wide enough to take the stent.}So, I was SO LUCKY! Maybe my Mum arranged the whole thing from heaven!Im taking it easy, in fact I splashed out on a wonderful cleaning lady for 3 hours to do the entire house, what a morale booster!I may ease off being in LF fora bit as Ive been told to reduce all stress, and thinking of my Biatch daughters only gives it to me. David rang my SIL and told him, but he hasnt called me, so no great loss there. We had our adopted kids over to stay the night last Sat,, they had been ringing David every day since he told them I was in Hospital., to see how I was.It was wonderful to have them for a whole day and night!!
Hope you are all well and coping with NC, the only thing that works!! Much love to you all,
Mama gemXXX
((((Gem)))) Glad they caught it! And why didnt’ you go to the hospualt sooner? (says one joy rhetorically, wagging her finger at the recovering woman).
zolofft, huh! made me hallucinate!
take good care of yourself. rest, enjoy your kids, and read good books!
best,
one joy
Mamma Gem I have been wonderin about you, i was beginning to think you got washed away in them floods.. So sorry about your health scare but with new parts and a overhaul your good for another 60+ years now…..)))))HUGZ(((( hens
Mama Gem ~ So glad to hear that you are on the mend. God bless!!
h2h
Dear lifegoeson,
Exactly — making you out to be the abuser. And when you mentioned the accusation that you somehow hurt the kids, I felt the tingle of recognition. I never, ever go there with someone, not after a roommate who became progressively toxic told me I was depriving his kids of various things, even possibly abusing them. (Apparently, when I shut the door on one of the rugrats running up and down the hallway, I had “slammed” the door, and the little boy was still in shock.)
This is probably a common accusation against strong women, the kind who simply speak up when they want something to change. We’re somehow deficient in the mothering category. This applies even when the kids in question aren’t our own.
Anything I did that he didn’t like became an affront to his kids. For instance, I told him I needed some mornings without the little ones being dropped off by the (even more manipulative) ex-wife. You see, they started with one day a week, then two, then every day before school, and it went from just dropping them off before the walk to school to dropping them off without breakfast, in their pajamas. And HE was the victim of this!
Oh brother. I told him I wanted him out, and he put me through a couple of months of “Poor me, they always discriminate against parents in renting apartments.” I stood firm on my move-out date anyway, and he left.
Any other stories of people using PARENTHOOD as the ultimate martyrdom/victimhood/extortion scheme? I don’t buy that.