By James
A few days ago while watching television with my oldest son, he turned to me and said, “You know, Dad, what biggest lie she ever told us was?”
I said, “No, son, I don’t.”
“When she told us nothing was going to change, and how much everything has changed.”
“Guess so, Son. Maybe that was the biggest lie she ever told us.”
I remember that day so well, as if it only happened yesterday. It was the evening of May 22, 2006, between the hours of 7 p.m. and 8:30 p.m. The cold months were ending and summer would soon be here, only this summer would be much more different than my children and I could ever imagine. I just finished with the washing, trying to help out more around the house, after my ex and I had a big fight on Mother’s Day, when she decided not to come home, after telling me about her going to a hair demonstration with her sister and mother. I know now that was a lie, and that she left the state and went to spend the night with the person whom she left her children for. In fact, I was even at this time still trying to work on our relationship, again and again, trying to satisfy her by doing whatever it took to somehow make this relationship work. To somehow save our relationship and save my family. After finishing the washing, my ex out of the blue informed me that she had something to tell me and she believed that I wouldn’t like it, as stated by her own words.
I looked at her and, without her saying one word, I replied, “You met someone and you are leaving us?”
She only shook her head yes to reply.
“Do you love him?” I asked. And she only shook her head yes to reply.
For some reason after she informed me of this, the time she didn’t return home on Mother’s Day came flooding back to me. Her telling me a few days before how her mother and sister wanted her to go with them to some kind of hair event. I remembered calling her cell phone late that evening, the day before Mother’s Day, and asking when she was coming home, and her telling me that she was going to spend the night at her mother’s home and then return home on Mother’s Day. I remembered asking her what time on Sunday would she be getting home, and she informed me that it would be late. I reminded her that it was Mother’s Day, and I wanted to spend some of the day as a family with her and the boys. She told me that she would return home early, and this too was a lie. In fact, she didn’t return home on Mother’s Day until very late that evening.
After telling me about leaving us, and how she would move in and live with her parents (that too was a lie), she told me that she would leave in a week. Now, dear readers, please understand what kind of emotional state I was in, trying hard to deal with this. I told her NO! If she wanted to go she would have to leave tonight, believing this was best for the children, her and myself. I demanded that she get what property she needed and leave as soon as possible. Soon both children were alerted because once again we were fighting. They asked me what was wrong and I informed both children that their mother was leaving us for another man and would be living with her parents. My oldest was 15 at the time and glad that she was leaving, in fact he told me, “Dad, I am glad she is leaving!” Still my other child, 12 years of age, was in tears. My heart was torn…
For some reason my 12-year-old wanted to know the name of the person she was leaving us for. He begged her and I told her to just TELL HIM! The name she gave him was also a lie, which we didn’t learn until a few weeks after she left. But you see, dear readers, that still wasn’t the biggest lie. I also remember when she told us the she was willing to stay for one week before leaving, and my youngest son begging me to let her. Where was she standing while my 12-year-old was begging and crying out to me? She was standing right behind him! Looking at me, while my youngest was begging me, with a slight grin on her face! I remember that grin so well because I saw it many times before on her! She would smile like that when she knew she had me over a barrel, but this time it didn’t work! I replied to him, “No Son, I believe it would be best for her to leave tonight.”
I remember her telling me she wouldn’t leave the house until she used our house phone (I never really knew who she called) to call her mother to tell her she was coming over. So I told her to use her cell phone. She replied that she didn’t have any minute left on the cell to use. This too was a lie, because a couple days later my oldest told me he remembered seeing her add minutes to her cell that day. But still this wasn’t the biggest lie.
Then at one point during this nightmare, she told both the boys, “Nothing was going to change, only your dad and me won’t be living together anymore.”
I, of course, yelled back at her, “THAT IS A LIE AND EVERYTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE!” As I told her this, I was looking straight in her face, and this is what I saw: Nothing!
Dear readers, please allow to me explain. I saw this plain, emotionally detached look on her face many times before, but for some reason, maybe because this would be the last time I would see “the look,” it took a different shape and a new meaning for me.
What I witnessed were two children in emotional turmoil. Me being torn between wanting her to leave and still wanting her to stay. The oldest yelling at me to let her go, “Dad, just let her GO!” He had enough of her and her BS. The other child crying, begging her not to leave and begging me to let her stay for the week she requested! I, too, was torn, but knew the best thing at this moment was to get her out as quickly as possible, believing her lies about living with her parents. I witnessed three people in anguish. But in her blank expression I saw absolutely nothing! No emotions, no feeling! No empathy or compassion for her own children. No tears from her! No regrets from her! I witnessed from her not one single emotional expression, other then that grin, when she was standing behind my youngest son who was begging me to let her stay for one week! I saw nothing in those eyes!
At the time I didn’t know what a sociopath was. Never knew anything about people that suffer from personality disorders. Narcissistic behavior was just a word I heard from a movie I watched. A borderline personality disorder? What was that? I knew nothing about any of these terms. So why, when I saw her expression during this time did it chill me to the bone and throw me for an emotional loop I can never explain? Out of all the fights we had during our 17 years together, how does this one stand out so clear in my mind? The reason I believe, dear readers, is because I looked into the eyes of a sociopath and saw the deep abyss of someone who could tell her own children the biggest lie, and not even blink. I saw in those eyes nothing, empty of any emotional connection between her children and herself. I SAW NOTHING! I SAW THE EYES OF A SOCIOPATH FOR THE FIRST TIME, BUT THIS TIME I REALLY TRULY SAW IT AND REMEMBER IT! EVEN TO THIS DAY!
Iwonder – glad you got the papers. And I understand the sadness – now you are left with that big empty feeling – but now you can start to heal and recover from the nitemare – hang in there – henry
Wonderwoman (Iwonder),
Congratulations! Now your real healing can begin. It will be hard sometimes. Every time you miss him, just remember the person you miss never existed!
Moraira,
I am worried about you. If you lived in CO I could probably help you find a place to stay. Do you think it might be possible to rent a basement apartment for you and your daughter for what your share of the mortgage is? I know you don’t want to lose your home and your credit, but ultimately it’s better to get out with your life. You can rebuild your credit. Credit is nice. But it’s not everything. What about the local support group you have for domestic violence? Do they have any ideas where you could stay? Even a women’s shelter would be better than staying with the P. When all else fails, there is always Craig’s list. Maybe someone needs a longterm housesitter or has a cheap sublet. Don’t give up! You are in my thoughts, dear. That knife comment really scares me.
Hey Superstar,
It was 5 months of hell trying to get the S to just do the right thing and sign over the paperwork. I tried so hard to appeal to a conscience that never existed and had to result to dirty pool by threatening the prosecutor, a lawsuit for fraud, and calling his GF for help.
He texted he would pick up his 3 tv’s and small box of misc. stuff from the garage this week. I want to put a piece of dog shit in the box. He picked most of the stuff up 2 weeks after he split and I put kiwi fruits in the pockets of his nice jacket that I bought him so it would rot and stink. One time we had a fight and he put all his clothes in a plastic garbage bag. I put a frozen chicken in the bag, hoping it would melt on that hot summer day and stink to high heaven…but we made up before it melted. Hmmm..maybe I’ll just put a hard boiled egg somewhere in the box..nothing like the smell of rotten eggs, aye? LOL!!
heh heh Okay, wonderwoman, you just reminded me of the best revenge plot I have ever heard: A woman had a creep for a husband. They owned a home together which he got custody of in the divorce. So before she left, she put tiny little raw shrimps inside the curtain rods (or maybe she sewed them in the lining of the curtains. Then she moved out. Soon the house started to smell. The husband could not figure out where the smell was coming from. When he tried to sell the house, no one would buy it because of the smell. So the former wife offered to “take it off his hands” at a greatly reduced price. He was desperate, so he took her offer. She changed out the curtains and rods and resold the house, making a pretty nice profit on it. Towanda. heh heh
OMG, Moraira, maybe you could do this to drive the P out of your house!
Hi Moraira,
Can you make a copy of the car key so you will always have a spare in case you need to recover it?
Moraira: Perhaps you have to sit down and talk to the P about the house and make a plan. Ask him what he expects if you divorce…a 50/50 split of the profit from the sale, or what? That may be the only way to figure out what he has up his sleeve. If you don’t sell it, he may not agree to sign the home over to you and you can’t afford the mortgage on your own anyway. Same goes for him, if you sign it over to him, he can’t afford the mortgage either.
LIG: Thanks for the kind words. All I have to do is look at the phone bill from when we were together and all the womens’ phone numbers on there. Here I was a dumb ass thinking I was the only one.. “the fiance.” He had me trained like a good doggie. I would stay home cooking, cleaning and babysitting his son while he went to “his boys” (ow’s house) in the car i paid for. Boy that gets me mad.
Hey StarGirl, I’m gonna put something in there. I haven’t decided exactly what yet.
It does sound like Moraira’s P is starting to consider leaving. He is getting the message that life for him is not the same as it was before. It’s possible he is bluffing with all of his threats of violence to see if he can still control Moraira. The question is, would he make good on the threats? It’s not a chance I would take. If I were in the situation, I would move out immediately when the P is not home. I would probably move into a safehouse where the P couldn’t find me. After that, he would have no leverage to control her any more, and the threats will be meaningless. At that point, he may be willing to wheel and deal with the sale of the home.
Oh, wonderwoman, what could smell more putrid than tiny rotting shrimps? Maybe fish emulsion would be just as bad! (I’m terrible).