Editor’s note: Lovefraud received the following story from a reader who we’ll call “Kay.” She discovered that her magic relationship was all about him.
Kay and the Loser in Aluminum Foil
He was prince charming, at least to me he was. We liked the same music, the same food, we spoke about the same topics, liked frequenting the same places, everything was so right.
My friends, however, had a complete aversion to his instant overbearing interest in all things Kay. He completely immersed himself in my life and was constantly “making sure” I was okay. He made sure he monopolized all my time. He would call me approximately 20-25 times a day. During working hours he made sure he called me at least 12 times. My friends did not think this was healthy, I thought it to be quite flattering. He wanted to know everything about me, everything my ex-husband of 15 years did not care about, he did. From what perfume I wore, to what my favorite color was, my favorite food, my problems with my friends, what caused the demise of my marriage, what I really wanted out of life. This was all his way of controlling me and my every move. This would also help him know what buttons to push. He wanted to know who I was with at all times, where I was, how long I had been there, where I was going, what I was wearing. It was upsetting to everyone around me, however, I found it strangely comforting that someone cared so much about every single detail.
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As time went on, I realized that he made 100 percent sure that everything I was lacking in my former relationship he would make certain NOT to give me this go around. Empty promises were the basis of everything to do with us. His wife had left him. She had filed for divorce to be with another man, another man that had promised her the world. He made himself out to be a grand victim of her mistreatment. She never did anything right. She could not move out right away. He would photograph her shoes on the floor that she had not placed properly in the closet, he would take pictures of her clothing stacked up in a corner, he would call her derogatory names, but it did not change the way he treated me. For me he was a knight in shining armor.
Misogynist
It became apparent he was a casebook misogynist. He hates women. Actually he loathes them. It took me a while to really realize this man had no friends, family members stayed away. He complained that her family hated him and they were instrumental in the demise of their marriage. I believe his former wife’s family wanted what was best for her, which was clearly not him. From all accounts, everyone that knew of that relationship never understood why they were together and why she would put with this broken behavior. I think he destroyed her self worth and confidence, something he was never able to do to me.
Sex was another ordeal. It took months before it happened and it was over in minutes. So long as he got what he wanted, how he wanted it, it was fine. It had nothing to do with pleasure, only control. Control over everything. For me, it was emotionally and physically painful and even more painful to watch how someone could so completely disconnect himself from the act and transform into what was his real persona, empty. He was devoid of actual feelings. Devoid of anything real. Pain is all he knew. Guilt, domination, gaslighting. Classic textbook sociopath.
I called off the relationship on several occasions because I was tired of the empty promises. He promised vacations, holidays together, all sorts of outings. He strung me along to punish me. I was being punished for the love his mother did not give him, and I was further being punished for the things his ex-wife did not do “correctly.” She could do nothing right and he was the victim. Actually, in time I realized we were all victims of his wrath. He found women who were extremely attractive and tried to break them down to the point where they lost their identity and became what he wanted them to become—dependent on him and his mood swings and his dysfunctional behavior.
Wants me back
I broke off the relationship and when he found out that I became engaged to another man, he quickly came back professing his love and even so much as “planning” the purchase of engagement ring. He had made a mistake; he could not live without me. Not for a minute. He wrote page long emails, texting me 24/7, calling me, visiting me at work, everything. I called off the engagement and returned to this “magical” situation. He was once again my “knight in shining armor.” Of course that did not last very long. Several weeks at most. Then we were back to the same old control/punishment cycle. I quickly realized he was not Knight in Shining Armor but a Loser in Aluminum Foil.
I was always crazy and his favorite lines were, “that is not what I said,” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He had a hidden addiction to pornography that was quite disturbing to me. It was a “bad thing” and it had to be a secret. He was very secretive about everything, however, he required that you give full disclosure; this was so he could control everything at all times.
It became apparent to a friend of mine through a “social networking site” that he had been stringing the former wife along the entire time, giving her some sort of hope. My friend began forwarding those “status updates” which were indicative that something more was going on than met the eye. Naturally he denied it. Everyone was lying. When I confronted him, he said he did not want to be in this relationship and he did not know what he wanted. He was a pathological liar and I started seeing the holes in his stories. The stories became a sort of “strainer.” They would not hold water.
Never going to work
Everything finally came to a head on my birthday when I realized that this was never ever going to be a good or healthy relationship. This was all about him and all about what he needed. He asked me to be patient with him and give him time and that I was wanting to run to the altar. No. What I wanted was a normal relationship, someone that was consistent. Something he could not relate to at all. He was devoid of any emotion and when some emotion (sadness) came about at the loss of this relationship, he would quickly disappear and block. Avoidance is key with these individuals. They don’t want to feel. They hate themselves and they want you to hate yourself. They will avoid everything, including you. They move on to the next victim and repeat the cycle.
I was in this situation for nearly one year and a half. The relationship was all about him. These types of individuals will make sure NEVER TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT MOST. Whatever that might be. They give you the false hope that this will happen, just not right now. No, it’s never happening. Not now, not in a month, not in 10 years. I did everything right. Right for someone normal, not sociopathic.
Breaking it off for good is very difficult. They love to leave “open-ends” to their phone calls, texts and actions. They want to know that they are still in control by leaving that window open. Lock it; board it up!
They are broken individuals. They don’t want help; they want to victimize themselves and others. That is how they get their kicks. I was wise enough to get out before it escalated. I am now engaged to a wonderful and, most importantly, a normal man. He functions normally and loves me and my child. He makes good on all his promises and comes through for us.
There is light at the end of the tunnel, but of course, one must heal before this happens.
Learn more: Sociopathic Seduction— How you got hooked and why you stayed
Lovefraud originally posted this article on June 30, 2010.
SHMS
I moved out of the bedroom AFTER it was over. I tried to save us and believed his lies that he wanted me to until the end. When it was over I couldn’t stand to be in there alone missing him. Still have the bedroom set but it is going soon. I’ve been looking at new stuff to replace it.
One stage of grief they don’t talk much about…SHOPPING!!!!
Stolen,
As John Lennon once said, “Whatever gets you through the night. It’s all right. It’s all right.”
Yes, nights are the toughest. But NC makes them easier all the time.
For my b-day I just bought myself a month of personal training. That was my shopping indulgence.
Nite Sister.
Sometimes a change of medication helpls. I was on effexor (generic, took 2 x a day) because of money–it was sooo much cheaper than the name brand, but am on another drug now, also expesnive but do have the name brand and it is similar to effexor and works much better. Some drugs interfeer with your sleep cycle as well and the effexor right before bedtime (senond dose) is apparently part of what was making me have trouble GOING to sleep at night. Now that I have changed to a different drug and take it only one time a day I am sleeping like a baby at a reasonable hour at night…able to get up fairly easily in the mornings too.
I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU USE A MEDICAL MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONAL TO RX your antidepressant medications rather than a GP or your “family doc”—there is SO much to know about these drugs and which one is best for YOU.
Bottom line on meds “making” you gain weight—if you do NOT EAT MORE THAN YOU BURN you will NOT GAIN WEIGHT. If you are gaining weight QUIT EATING so MUCH and/or EXERCISE MORE.
“getting through the night” was always a particularly tough time for me too—I called them the night bats! Those thoughts that felt like they almost flew through the air like they had physical substance (no I wasn’t crazy, but I sure felt like it at times!)
It does get easier!And guess what I’m sleeping like a BABY!
Hey everyone..I am at work and have a lot to get done today but i have trouble concentrating on my work bc of him as it is so I will post back to everyone later 🙂 ..thank you all for all the support. Just a thought I had when driving this morning..have any of you noticed ever that his eyes look a little funny? Not all the time..just sometimes..like empty or even a little evil’ish. May sound crazy and maybe I imagined it but I just wondered. Also..my spath was no cowboy..he is more the” hot gym guy” but ever listen to cowboy casanova by carrie underwood? She is singing to us. Xoxo
Dear Pieces,
Yes, the “Psychopathic LOOK” is very well known, so you are becoming very observant…good job. Keep on reading when you have time. Keep your spirits up, you are getting there!!! (((hugs))))
Ahhh, the Look. If only I had known. They do sound all the same in the main points. But I guarantee mine does NOT hate himself. He is his own biggest fan, a legend in his own mind.
One thing that should have been a red flag, but it had never happened before. I took him to a couple of parties, early stages when I still had friends. I was used to guys who took off and if I wanted to see them, I had to go hunting (grrrrr) He was a starfish. He stuck to me so tight I was embarrassed. I am NOT easily embarrassed by public affection so long as it isn’t sexual, but this just felt odd. He was also sort of sweaty and he was usually cool as a cucumber. I got overheated with him wrapped around me so tight I couldn’t breathe. I told myself it was flattering, but it didn’t feel right. But he was so good to me, I soon forgot it. Soon I didn’t have any friends or parties to go to.
Years later, sometimes we would go out with his sister to a bar. This is the only time we went out, I used to go dancing every week before I met him. But he did the same thing every time! He wasn’t the least bit shy, but it could have been taken like that, others just thought he adored me. It ANNOYED me. I didn’t know why, but it did. He might as well backed up and sprayed me like a tom cat! I was his property. I was fairly pretty back then and never had trouble attracting guys…just never the right ones,.
Listen to yourself! Who knows you better?
Ahhh, revenge. I have mine. I no longer cry at night, hoping he is missing me just a tiny bit, feeling just a splinter of the pain I was feeling. Maybe he did miss me, I was a warm body and his biggest fan and cheerleader. But hurt? He has no empathy. I must have bugged him a little, because a couple of years later he “accidentally” send a hurtful email to my daughter. We laughed at his lies and I filed as I do anything from him. I enjoy the thought just my having survived at the last moment must have really irritated him. He practically had me buried, and then I went and blew it all, LOL. And now I’ve joined the fight of on-line predators…I may meet him in cyberspace. If I do, I’ll turn him over to someone else and just feed them the answers. Even if he didn’t know it was me, I never want to talk to him again. Meh. as my daughter would say.
I used to call him my Prince in Rusty Armor…it rains a lot here. But OP is right, it’s not even rusty, it’s just cheap aluminum foil.
Annie, be very careful. I never dreamed X would actually physically harm me. Watch what you eat! Hide your meds. Are you out yet?
brokenpieces;
Yes, in fact its why I chose the name “behind blue eyes.”
I remember my x-spath staring at me from across the room the night we met. He was with two friends, talking to a friend of mine. I went over to say hello and while waiting for the opportunity to introduce myself, I noticed how deeply he looked into my eyes.
His stare often made me uncomfortable, as did his flattery. I thought the problem was with me!
BUt, specifically regarding the eyes, we once had this phone conversation during which he complemented my eyes for being bright blue and very attractive, where his were more gray and “cold.”
He also used the word cold to describe his apartment: “cold and damp” and once told me “it take me a while to warm-up to people.”
While I doubt knows about sociopathy in terms of a disorder, he probably realizes that there is something lacking in him.
I wish mine had cold eyes. Mine had the best puppy dog eyes ever. He would give me “the look” and my heart would feel such sadness for him…I sooooo wanted to protect him.
After he decided that I was no longer what he wanted (but before I figured it out) I’d occasionally get an angry look but never the blank empty look. He used his eyes to his advantage. Still does!!!
“when I realized this was never going to be a healthy relationship”
I remeber how hard it was to get to that moment and once having done so, there is NO turning back.
Amazing story Kay.
Watchout for guys in foil hats!
Silver, I love the “loser in aluminum foil” line in this article! too!
DEar S_I–they don’t have to be a “blank” stare, they can be like actually looking into the eyes of SATAN! Remember the photo of charlie Manson where he stares at the camera like a snake? That’s the look of EVIL! No other way to describe it.