UPDATED FOR 2024. Editor’s note: This story was submitted by the Lovefraud reader who we’ll call “Margie.” She was still in love with the jerk she met — even after learning he was a criminal.
One night I went to a bar by myself (but always knew someone there). I sat at the bar next to this lady I knew and started talking to her. Well Steve (my ex-sociopath—not his real name) was sitting next to her talking to her. I thought he was kind of cute so started flirting. He actually said to me that night, “I think I like you better,” like he had his sights on my friend first. He bought me a flower and all my drinks the rest of the night. Well that should have been my first and only red flag to run, but I didn’t! But stupid, naive me (never dealing with a sociopath before that is) fell for his good looks, as he was 6’1″, blond and blue eyes and had a football player’s body!
Well he told me he had to catch a bus in the morning to Fargo, ND to his mother’s house that he could not miss. I had NO idea he was just let out of prison! Well we proceeded to drink and get totally drunk that night and ended up at my cozy apartment that I lived in alone. The next morning we overslept and he missed his bus (which he should not have because he was to report to Fargo, ND to set up his parole!) and he wasn’t overly upset about it.
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So he stayed on at my house…the first couple of days I thought nothing of it but then I wondered, well, if you are not worried about getting to Fargo, why aren’t you finding a job then?! And at first he was so attentive — he would open the door for me — carry the groceries — cook and clean for me — etc — but was on the computer playing poker and needed his beer constantly like he hadn’t had it in years (which he hadn’t and I didn’t know that — yet!).
Well — finally — my snoopiness (detectiveness) got the best of me and I looked through his belongings in my car trunk. I found parole papers! And I thought — Oh my god! But I was already in Love (lust) with the jerk! So I thought, okay — he loves me — we can make this work — so what if he is on parole.
Stranded
So for awhile, I went to work at my waitress job and picked up beer daily and we drank daily. I relaxed while he sat on the computer playing poker and smoking his cigs and drinking his beer. (He was also emailing many other women I found out later after only being at my place a week!) We then took a weekend trip to North Dakota that turned into a week long trip of me being stranded with no money up there and having to pawn off my 1/3 carat diamond ring to get gas to get home with. Then there was the matter of having to straighten out the bad checks mess he had conned me into writing for beer, food, etc — while in North Dakota (Not to mention the two bar tables he conned out of a bar owner, one of which has his pic on it when he worked there in college)!
And let me add, while he was wooing me at the bar when I met him, he had told me things like he had been a professional football player in Canada. He said he was a college graduate from Jamestown, ND (which was true when I talked to his ex-wife on the phone once), and many, many other lies of great magnitude!
Anyway, we get back from ND and things resume — I am job hunting cause I lost my job at due to us not being able to make it back from being stranded up there! I get a waitress job at Denny’s restaurant then and keep working and coming home with beer (what an enabler I was for god’s sake!) and drinking. All the while he is wooing me with comments like, “I will love you till the end of the earth,” and still cooking for me, etc.
Drums up a story
Then one weekend he drums up the story that they called him from his old professional football team in Canada and they wanted him back and that he had to leave for the weekend (which was Labor Day weekend) for tryouts again. Well as stupid as I was, I believed him (sort of) BUT was beginning to wonder at this point. Well he said some woman was coming to pick him up for this trip — and that is when I KNEW something was not right! My gut said check into this! So anyhow, I had also bought him bottles of vodka besides the beer — he asked me to go get him a little bottle before he left. He claimed he really didn’t want to leave me. Well he even got to the point of being teary-eyed (which was probably all a act now that I think about it) when he was saying goodbye. He packed my 4 man tent with him, which I don’t know why, but he had a lie for that too! This all happened about 2 years ago so it’s getting a bit fuzzy now trying to recall everything.
But, I was alone — he was gone — I had my computer. I had been married to a computer network engineer and was not totally computer illiterate and had a college education (B.S. in Psychology with a Criminal Justice minor). I started pulling up web pages he had been too and somehow was able to recover his password by using my credit card to pay for a website he had been too. By luck it was the same password he had used for hotmail and yahoo and everything! Jackpot!
I read everything in and out and figured out where he went! He met a woman from Narcotics Anonymous in Iowa and went to a church camp retreat with her that Labor Day weekend! Well as good as I am with my detectiveness (lol), I called Narcotics Anonymous and got her phone number (cell even!) and called her and him up! I called and harassed them ALL weekend to the point she said she was going to call her lawyer — and I said DO IT! Cause I knew I had him! He was running from the law — but she had bought in to all his lies and was treating me like crap! Well I even called the cops to go get him arrested at this camp — but do you think the cops believed me! HELL NO — DO THEY EVER! So I guess I had to drop it at this point.
But about a month later I got a call from her and she said — “Okay — I believe you now. He just took off to get some stuff of his in North Dakota and he never came back with the rental car so I filed grand theft charges. Well I gave her all the info she needed to find him but told her she better drop the grand theft charges cause she might be liable somehow for letting him take the car that was in her name! She must have listened cause I never heard he was charged with that, but all my work paid off and he went back to prison for 8 months for being AWOL!
Still in love with the jerk
But it doesn’t end here — I was still in love with the jerk! I wrote to him in prison (90 miles away) and we started corresponding to the point I was hooked again. I sent him stuff, money, letters, and visited faithfully like any good woman (blindly in love) would do! I went as far as finding a house close to the prison when he got work release so he could come visit me every chance he got! Then when he got out of work release, he moved in with me for a bit but was determined to find his own place. That I thought was a dead giveaway — he did not care for me after all.
He was saying his parole officer told him he had to do this and that. But a lot of it did not make sense to me since the other people I was talking to about this said differently. I had many more doubts in my mind at this time! So he got his own little apartment and then I moved from my house to an apartment closer to his. We hung out and drank a lot more, but there were times he wanted me to leave. Geez — I am not that stupid when someone is trying to ditch me!
Married in 3 weeks
Anyway, my suspicions grew and I would check up on him all the time. And then he started to be more distant. Then one day around the end of October around Halloween — he all of a sudden quit coming over, quit calling, an absolute no show! No word from him ever again — he would not answer my phone calls and he was never home. I then found out later he met a woman on singlesnet online and married her within 3 weeks of meeting her! Well I then followed him home after work one night and figured out where he now lived and then saw him and her together and figured out what she drove. I then figured out where she worked and followed her home from work one day and told her this whole exact story! That is when she said, “Thanks — I think.” But I did have many emails and phone calls from his family during this duration and even his own mother and daughter said I was better off without him! If that isn’t a sociopath — I don’t know what is!
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Lovefraud originally posted this story on Feb. 17, 2010.
EB, Why do my smileys look like this….:) and not like yours. Am I doing something wrong?
Another cheater exposed…I feel sorry for Sandra Bullock.
I agree with Marc Malkin.
Jesse James was crying for himself at the Oscars, knowing what was about to come out.
http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/sandra-bullocks-husband-jesse-james-returning-wild-women/story?id=10139068
kim, if you do the colon without a space …..next to a period it doesn’t work….you need a space between them…..
To smile we need space between the colon and period.
.:) NO
. 🙂 SMILES!
Okay, I’m gonna try to 🙂
Yay. It worked. Thanks EB.
I too was saddened to see what Jesse did to Sandra….and look at WHO (not that this matters…..seems like it would make it worse though)
Sandra B is so beautiful and seems authentic……and she’s been fighting for HIS kids…..
What a SCHMUCK he is……
Why is it people do this? Is it sex….is it the lie….is it being able to get away with something? Is it the thrill?
WTF?
It’s my understanding and feeling that people don’t do things that don’t offer something…
EB – you out there?
i was struggling with my conversation with the elitist cognitive guy today, and kept thinking, ‘bring it back to my agenda’. thank you for that piece of advice last night. i’ve seen you use it before, and this was a great way to think of it. kathy hawk once said to me that one can have hard boundaries – absolutely rock, and deliver them softly.
if you know you aren’t going to be pulled off course, and know what is acceptable and what isn’t there is no reason to get upset.
at one point when i was really pithed with him, i remembered oxy’s ‘scrotal sack’ and it was all i could do not to burst out laughing.
it was a hard appt. I have the referal i wanted, but not the meds i wanted. he gave me a script for something i need to do a little research on.
i told him, that if anyone ‘pushed’ ssri drugs at me they would get a punch in the nose. said with a smile.
I was feeling, yet again flattened out by my dialogue with him – actually almost getting up and just walking out. i stopped. and faced him and told him him the truth about how my time with him effects me, how dis-empowered i am by his methods; that i don’t think he really understands what i am going through, or my needs. All spoken in simple heartfelt language. he apologized, i’ll give him that. and we talked a bit.
this was a big deal for me. big deal. 🙂
i was SO proud of her work in Blindside, and so happy that she won the Oscar. She seems so genuine to me. I saw this news yesterday and all i could think of how devastating this last month must have been for her…incredible how the best and worst of times can come together.
One:
It may take time…..time to ‘get through’ to him…..I know my therapist took time, and I keep bringing it back around to what I wanted from him……He got it eventually….I saw him for 2 plus years……
I think you may have made headways with your dude.
It was good you didn’t just walk out…..YOU need something from him, and if he’s not doing it….you might need to work with him to teach him what YOU need. AND you gave him somehing to think about over the weekend…..it sounds like, by his appology…..you’ve affected him…..next week may be different.
We also need to remember, that we need to respect their ‘language’ and concepts too……if we discount them, we will never learn from them because we shut it all out…..then….what’s the point.
I began to question if my therapist was ‘giving’ me something…..and I continued to go…..i’d leave for a few weeks at at time feeling …is this worth it……then boom…..i’d leave and ponder the points that were made.
I did get things he taught me…..and I spent the week practicing the concepts……
But the point was……i questioned him, but I learned fromhim…..because i stuck with it.
So…..you gotta make it work for you….given finances and situations…..IT”S ALL ABOUT the help YOU need……and YOU must seek it!
I’m glad it sounds like you made some progress…..you may be surprised you may have made big headways, but won’t see it until the next visit.
Sometimes, from a clinician’s point of view, patients come into the clinic or therapy session and say to the professional, “Look I know what is wrong with me and what I need to do about it so I want you to RX this and this medication”—- and first off, that is a DISCOUNT of the clinician’s expertise, And SECONDLY, what are you there for if you already know everything there is to know about your condition? Just to get them to give you an RX cause you can’t legally write one?
Well, okay. Let me say this, SELF-diagnosis is sometimes VERY DANGEROUS. My wonderful step father was the WORST at doing that. And he was frequently WRONG as a hurricaine. So, even I try not to SELF DIAGNOSE (and that is difficult for a medical professional)
I don’t know if you guys (probably most don’t) remember when I was so PHYSICALLY DOWN and WEAK, and felt horrible and I self diagnosed it was from STRESS cause I was in the middle of the big RUN and HIDE deal, I got to where I was so weak I could hardly stand up—my self-diagnosis was STRESS effects. Well finally I went to the doctor and also mentioned that I had a tick bite, so he drew blood and guess what—I HAD HAD ROCKY MOUNTAIN SPOTTED FEVER FOR OVER 2 MONTHS, and even with treatment 7% of people with it DIE, and without treatment 20%—Yea! It is a wonder I didn’t die. My doctor was actually convinced I WAS dying because I was so sick and he thought I had some kind of cancer somewhere eating me, or AIDs or something. He did $35,000 worth of tests on me and I came up clean as a whistle except for the RMSF—-and as soon as I was treated for that, it took a while (cause I was STRESSED OUT) I started to get better! It took a long time to get my strength back to fairly close to normal, but as I started to improve physically AND emotionally and mentally, I got stronger and stronger. Of course, all through this I was still fighting the “conspiracy” of the psychopaths and my egg donor! Yea, stress KILLS! So dies RMSF.
The point is that we have to honor the professional’s expertise to some degree (but not be a dummy about it) If I go into a physician and have say a broken leg with bone sticking out and he doesn’t notice that, I need to find another doc. However, I also have to TELL the doctor, my LEG HURTS and I FELL DOWN a flight of stairs. If I go in and just start out the conversation with “I do NOT want opiate pain medications under any circumstances or antibiotics” the professional provider may have some problems with us.
Having been a provider where patients had self diagnosed incorrectly and also haveing been a provider where patients did NOT tell me their symptoms, but would come in and say “I can’t breathe.” Well, obviously they ARE breathing or they wouldn’t be talking, but what they ARE trying to convey is that “I can’t get air through my nose, it is stopped up” but it may NOT be a sinus Infection. I’ve also had patients come in and DEMAND a B-12 shot to cure a stopped up nose, or whatever they had decided was the best treatment for what ailed them.
The same with mental health problems when I was working in that clinical field outpatient.
But, WOE to the provider who does NOT listen to the patient, and WOE to the patient who wants to practice medicine without a license. It has to be a JOINT EFFORT with some cooperation on both sides, and a collaboration to find the appropriate treatment.
If you are just looking for a surgeon to cut you open and fix a problem, it doesn’t really matter if he is an asshole that you don’t like as long as he is good with the knife, great! But if yhou are working with a mental health professional or a personal medical provider you have to have a WORKING RELATIONSHIP that includes input and respect from both sides. If you acheive that with one provider, move on to the next til you can find one you can trust, talk to and listen to and respect each other.