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.
ErinBrock:
I think it’s safe to say that this man was going all out trying to impress you.
(The operative word here is “trying”)
I think he was running his game on you…..big time.
That’s what men do when they are looking for some boo-tay!
Unfortunately, there’s plenty more out there just like him.
But, it was not a love connection, and you are moving on.
Good for you.
There are decent men out there.
But, it’s like a bargain sale at Nordstrom’s….you have to sift through the crap to get to the good stuff.
~By the way, wine connoisseurs get really pissy if you drink their wine before they say it’s time.
You know CAmom has a GOOD POINT, carrying “concealed” is supposed to BE CONCEALED, showing your weapon is enough to get your license lifted if you are not pulling it on a BAD GUY!
Silencers are a FEDERAL go to “jail card” and not one taken lightly by the ATF at all, they are about like a hand grenade, as far as the law is concerned.
I live in the sticks too, and have guns, and carry and use them as needed, and if in self defense would “make someone’s day” but I don’t FLAUNT them EVER! Those people that know me, know my house is “loaded” and that I am ballsy enough to use one, and a DAMN good shot too, but I am NOT about to flaunt one ever or bring one out unless I am 1/100th second away from pulling the trigger because someone is there coming AT ME with a gun.
In my situation, when I go to the door and open it, if I don’t know who the person is, my hand is behind the door with the gun in my hand but no one can SEE it. But guns are like fire extinguishers, if you need one, you need it NOW so there isn’t any “would you please stay right there with that knife while I go unlock my gun safe and find the ammo and load my gun.”
If my son C had has his gun on him or nearby when the ex-convict Trojan Horse tried to break down his door with a gun cocked and loaded in his hand, there wouldn’t have been a problem, C would have nailed him—but TH-P knew that C didn’t have his gun. I just thank God that the cops just happened to be, by the grace of God, near by when C did get through to the cops–usually it is a 35 minute or more wait for the cops.
I also agree with Never again, the “bait you use determines the kind of fish you catch” so if you occasionally catch a carp on catfish bait, you just throw the sucker back as soon as you see what it is.
I don’t think Erin could have predicted what kind of jerk this guy was until she was on the date, but you will notice that SAVY Chick that she is, tossed that bottom feeder right back iinto the pond! TOWANDA ERIN!!!!
i find the boundless energy we have for taking care of these spath-holes endless and all-encompassing. since i threw the demon out, i haven’t had the energy to even hand wash my damn bras!
i wonder how on earth i did all that i did. i’d even meet him at this bank (a 20-minute walk) just so he didn’t have to look for a parking space. i’d sit there like a damn jerk to make his life easy; then he’d drive me back home and (i found out later) go to his girlfriend’s house!
at his simple request (please, baby, i’m hungry) i’d get up at midnight and make him french toast (his favorite) even though i had to be up at 6 a.m. for work. (he didn’t get up until 8).
funny, i don’t recall him going out of his way for me even once; he used to tell me his ‘mere presence’ was enough.
so glad that’s all over with. still trying to recoup even an ounce of that energy. emotionally i’m so much better. physically, it’s all still clogged up within. pain and exhaustion are my constant companions. but i’ll get better. first my mind … now my body. i refuse to — in the end — let him take ANY of me away with him.
TOWANDA!
Erin, I thought the same thing, LOL! When you said he put your hand on his ‘gun’ I thought it wasa euphemism for his Dick. On a first date? Eugh!!! gem.XX
Ha ha lostingrief – mine was more blatant – when I would question his committment to the relationship his reply was …
“I’m here aren’t I?” As t hough his mere presence was enough while I ran myself ragged looking after his every need. What a bastard – it makes me fume when I think of it now – milking every last ounce of energy out of me passive aggressively then sweetly saying “I don’t expect you to do things for me” _ YEAH RIGHT! I know the sulking and bad behaviour I got if I didn’t do things for him.
He had a really annoying habit of not eating for ages and then grumping at me when I was trying to make food because he had become shitty with hunger – yet he would never see to his own needs by himself – he wanted a mother, not a lover. God pity his next victim – she has no idea what she is dealing with.
Physically I am still knotted up from it and still on high alert, but mentally and emotionally I am SO much better – just being away from his craziness makes all the difference. My perception is now valid and what I want in life counts as it never did before.
TOWANDA for us who got away!
Erin – In the future avoid anyone in law inforcement. red flag – yes we need cops with guns but they are all about POWER – that gun he wanted you to feel, makes him FEEL powerful – take away his gun and he is a jerk with a bad attitude. My P-dar went off before your date with him, the moment you said he was a marshall, but I kept my mouth shut,,go ahead and hit me with yer skillet for being opinionated, i need a buzz….
No hens…..I’m going to clobber you for keeping your mouth shut!!!
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hens:
Agree with you about law enforcement men in general. Especially my spath dad.
I have 2 loaded handguns b/c I live in a bad neighborhood. They aren’t locked up as I live alone, and have hidden them in the most convenient places in case someone breaks in while I am home (which did happen–long story–didn’t feel like killing someone over a DVD player and other stuff)
My life would have been another story…I’m a damn good shot from years shooting cans and cardboard “men” on the ranch.
My dad got into police work because he wanted POWER, and he got it. He is 5’8″ and always resented the “BIG GUYS.” A gun is a great equalizer.
My uncle, a constable (how quaint–no more constables in CA) was in law enforcement because he needed the money to tide him over the bad years on his cattle ranch. He never made a big deal over it, and was a good man not into power. He was a confident guy, expert horseman, and fair minded.
So they aren’t ALL into POWER, though a lot of them are. And it isn’t just the gun, it’s the BADGE they wear…my spath dad used to show me how to handcuff a person and cause them pain–you “slap on the cuffs” and make sure you hit the wrist bone. Then, he said, the guy complains and my dad would say, “What? What are you talking about?’ Very innocent.
The cuffed guy would have a bruise and lump on his wrist “if done right.” I know this firsthand as my dad did this to me every so often, just “showing me” he claimed. It hurts like hell.
He also cuffed my ankles together while I had to lay face down on the carpet. Very sick bastard.
The current police chief here is my daughter’s cousin by marriage. When he was a rookie, didn’t make much money, he had a huge cocaine problem…would pass it around at parties….I am certain this was drug bust cocaine..he could never have afforded such immense amounts.
I doubt I would date anyone in law enforcement. Maybe I’m cynical, but I do not trust them.
Kia ora Midlife! 🙂
Mine used those exact words “I’m here aren’t I?”
And they say romance is dead!
Like yours he also whined about his hungwy tum-tum, even several hours after I gave birth he was getting anxious about not being fed lol. Funny considering the guy had a puku on him big enough to get him through a year without eating hehe
CAmom my ex was a detective, now a uniformed sergeant. I would never date another cop after what I have learned. I think it’s pretty common for cops to cheat, as they come across so many vulnerable women in their work, and the power is an aphrodesiac. There is also a big drinking culture amongst the cops here and the Police Bar is even exempt from the Sale of Liquor Act.
My ex was very emotionally deadened to situations that would have others reeling. I remember he returned home from dealing with a teenage suicide and from the way he spoke about it there was no empathy for her or the family.
Once he also recounted how he had to help get a burning body out of a car and the smell of burning flesh made his tummy rumble!
Kudos to cops for dealing with horrible situations ..I guess one needs to be pretty tough to handle all that but you can see why the police career would attract sociopaths – POWER POWER POWER