Editor’s note: The following post was written by the Lovefraud reader “IMarriedIt.” Names are changed.
Thirteen years ago, I was an attractive, confident single woman. I owned a small house with 2 cats & a dog. I wasn’t looking to date when I met a charsmatic man at work, Simon, or rather, he made a beeline for me. I told him I wasn’t interested in dating. He then chose the words he knew would reassure me, that we could spend time together as just friends, but it wouldn’t be dating. We did things together & had dinner as pals (so I thought). He amped up the charm and was likeable & witty, though I thought there was something a little strange about him. One night he rang my doorbell, saying his former girlfriend had thrown him out, putting his belongings in the front yard. They’d supposedly broken up but he still lived in her house.
Red flags ignored
WHY WHY WHY didn’t I tell him to go to a motel? My alarm bells were clanging like a ship’s bells approaching an iceberg. Why did I ignore them & let him come inside? He said it was late at night & he had nowhere to stay.
Well, he never left. He made himself my right hand man, helping with housework, mowing the grass, etc. I liked to hike with my dog. Really? So did he! I loved to sit on my porch & watch the sunset on a summer eve. Wow! He did too, & he loved talking for hours. We had SO much in common.
After a few months, I ran into the former girlfriend. She was a nice lady & gave me her number. She tried to warn me about Simon but I thought she was just bitter because they broke up. Soon, I had some serious reservations about Simon so I called her. She said Simon was really good at figuring out what you want to hear & that’s what he tells you. She said Simon had an anger problem & drove recklessly. He never felt bad about scaring her. After we were married, I noticed Simons’s road rage. He tailgated & flipped people off. Once, Simon tried to run a car off the road while I was with him, I told him never to do that— what if the other driver had a gun & I got hurt? Simon seemed exhiliarated & laughed at the fear on my face.
Sexual desires revealed
Former girlfriend warned me that Simon liked to do some kinky things in bed that she just didn’t want to do. While I was on the phone with her, Simon came in. He stared me down, arms crossed with eyes like lasers. He never said a word but I got nervous & ended the call. In hindsight, I see that Simon was running off my friends, becoming my everything & getting very controlling. He started bullying me so subtly I didn’t notice I wasn’t independent or confident in myself any more. I ran every little decision past Simon for his approval. Simon liked that. Once, on a flight, Simon remarked that he hated flying because he wasn’t the one in control. “I have to be in control!”
Within six months of meeting Simon, he was pushing to get married. I wasn’t keen on that but Simon kept asking. My red flags were flapping as if in hurricane winds. WHY WHY WHY did I say yes one afternoon? It was too soon, and some things were bothering me about Simon, such as his porn use, but I thought it was occasional so I didn’t make a big issue of it. I figured no man was perfect & we had so much in common. I’d never find that in anyone else.
Sadly, I learned after twelve years of marriage that Simon has accounts on several swingers websites & had been running personals ads for several years. He described himself as seeking, searching or looking for men, women, couples & transvestites. So my husband was bisexual & I found condoms in his shaving kit when he returned from a trip. I went through the agony & humilliation of getting tested for STD’s.
Wedding jitters
I was the perfect target for Simon; my family lived out of state & I had no friends left to take me aside & express concerns. Simon suggested a simple wedding in a Las Vegas chapel so that’s what we did. I felt nauseous & clammy during the brief ceremony, which I thought was just jitters. Walking the strip, Simon seemed really fascinated by the guys slapping the hookers cards in tourists’ hands, but I thought, aw, he’s a guy. Soon, Simon & I bought a bigger house with the downpayment from selling my little home. I also made Simon the beneficiary on my investments. Now I see how Simon used me financially.
Soon after our marriage Simon got in trouble at work for sexual harassment. Simon said he didn’t do it, it was just some disgruntled employees making up lies so I accepted his explanation. A few weeks ago, my friend told me he’s hit on her too, & she warned Simon to cut it out or she’d tell me.I learned more things about Simon. He said he’d always been the black sheep of his family & had got in lots of trouble as a teen. His sister accused him of molesting her. Their mother believed his sister so Simon hates them both. I think it’s a classic case of gaslighting because Simon blames his sister for reporting him & said his sister was mentally ill. Simon got in trouble for having sex with a neighbor girl too. After that, Simon’s father put him in the Army.
During our marriage Simon’s brother got upset because Simon owed him money & wasn’t paying it back. Simon said it was ridiculous because his brother was wealthy & didn’t need it paid back. He wasn’t concerned about the rift this put between him & his only brother. A man at work asked me to give Simon a message that he still owed him money. Simon said that was a lie.
Juggling me and the porn sites
Simon’s mask of mild mannered indulgent husband slipped pretty quickly & we had frequent quarrels. Simon went for days at a time not talking to me. I guess when he thought I was distraught enough, out of the blue he’d call my cell saying “Hello, wifey!” in a silky voice, like nothing happened. He acted loving & bought me jewelry until the next cycle. I think now he bought me jewelry because he’d cheated on me. Simon spent lots of time in the den on his computer & minimized the screen when he heard me coming. I googled Simon’s email & screen name & found his personals ads on some dating sites.Now I know Simon was juggling me & his hook ups too.
I developed a sleep disorder which affected my job. Since Simon’s moved out, I haven’t had trouble sleeping normally. Simon was keeping me on a roller coaster of anxiety. My charming, smooth talking husband was really a monster. Simon also gained a hundred pounds over time. The more I urged him to lose weight & take care of his health, the more weight he gained. Maybe he did it to hurt me, I don’t know.
Bullying and sexual harassment at work
A year ago, Simon’s brother told him their mother was terminally ill & urged Simon to go visit her. Simon said he didn’t want to, & his mom passed away a little later. Who could be so cold as to refuse to see their dying mother? I expected Simon to show some grief after her death, but he acted like nothing happened.
Simon recently got in trouble again at work for continual bullying & intimidation of his employees, & sexual harassment again. One of the females he sexually harassed was pregnant. I told Simon the she could’ve lost her baby from the stress he caused her & he said “Yeah right. Pffft. I never touched her or did anything they said. They’re all a bunch of liars & set me up.” There were several witnesses & the case against him was strong enough for Simon to get demoted & transferred to a town a hundred miles away.
Because of Simon’s misconduct again at work, we had to sell our home so Simon could relocate. I moved to a condo & Simon came “home” on weekends. I found females’ phone numbers in Simon’s suitcase & some DVD’s depicting bondage & violence to women. I finally told Simon I wanted to separate due to years of grief & misery with his cheating, bullying & deceiving me. I was also afraid of him now. Simon said phrases like, “There is no one else, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you & you’re the only woman for me.”
I thought he could change. NOT!
WHY WHY WHY did I give Simon another chance when he promised for the umteenth time to change? I really loved my faux husband & couldn’t seem to break it off. In a moment of weakness I let him come back. He actually had me convinced that long distance marriages can work, if our love is strong enough. Finally, the light bulb came on for me:
- Why is it a long distance marriage in the first place? Because he got in serious trouble at work for which he blames everyone else & is not sorry
- Why does my husband live in another town? Because he got demoted & transferred for hitting on women & being a workplace bully
- What a sorry excuse of a marriage this is, with us living apart & him visiting me on weekends & what is he doing Monday through Friday?
I found evidence he was juggling me & the hook up ads. This time I told Simon I wanted a divorce because I don’t think he’ll ever be honest or faithful or change the cold blooded person he is inside. He’s shown no remorse for hurting so many people, including the severe damage he’s done to me, his wife, & my ability to ever trust another man.
Divorced and starting over
Now I’m about ten years away from retirement, starting life over as a single woman supporting myself. My husband & I were supposed to be life partners & travel together during our retirement. It was all a big con by a sociopath, the appearance he wanted of a normal decent married man. I was just an arm piece & a source of sex & a good income. He never loved me, as evidenced by all the hook up ads, probable adulteries & even hitting on my friend soon after our wedding. His family has cut ties with Simon too, because he’s gone through three marriages, several girlfriends, & has burned his family too.
I looked at some pictures I took of Simon recently, & was creeped out by how he was looking at me. His eyes were predatory & he stared a hole through me. There was no tenderness in those eyes without a soul. He almost looked evil.
Looking for feedback
I welcome & appreciate any feedback! I’ve read the Lovefraud books & read the blog almost every day. I’m making progress from the paralyzing fog that barely let me function at work. My boss has been kind. I have many more good days than bad now, & am working to get back the strong, confident woman I started this story being thirteen years ago.
I still have the cats! “Living well is the best revenge” is my motto. I’m reading all I can find about sociopaths & am getting healthy again mentally. Please know that there have been times the web site & the books have kept me sane!
Ok, here is my input on the deviant sex stuff.. He was not good in bed….I was ridiculously attracted to him. He used to tell me I was a wonderful lover and I’ve never been more giving in that way with anyone before. I loved getting him off, loved being near him physically, loved being held by him, etc. BUT he showed little to very little interest in pleasuring me. I told him that it takes a little effort and desire to get a woman turned on? Like when you get in your car to go somewhere you have to turn the key and put it in drive?? He seemed to put it in reverse (180 rule). Lol
It was absolutely bizarre. He just wanted me to take care of him…….honestly, I think he wanted to be taken care of entirely. Like a baby.
Oh but back to the deviant sex stuff…..yes, he was into some bizarre stuff. I can’t even explain it but I have a feeling the reality of it was even more twisted than I knew about.
Hi Dorothy2 an Louise,
Spath was definitely more twisted than he acted out with me…he did tell me of some things he likes to do with women, and maybe did not attempt with me b/c I did not bite? Who knows. Anyway, I was intensely attracted to mine and early on the sex was good and he showed interest in pleasing me…but just as 180rule implies, that did not last. Eventually, I was told I was not a satisfactory lover etc. Blah,blah…I think this is when he started the hook-ups again and back burner woman….the boring lover at home (me)…was not into 2-male sex, rape simulation and who knows what else in his sick mind LOL
One of my closest freinds had told me all year that she thought the relationship was bad for me b/c “he was not supportive of who you are”…when you reiterated that, boy did it ring home to me. I know she was right…still took me awhile to even be honest with myself that he was completely unsupportive of my needs and who I am. That is a huge flag…someone who loves us is supportive of our goals,growth, well-being, dreams and needs. Spath-a-zilla’s…..not capable of that.
Peace to all,
Blue
When I met the sociopath, I was just a year out of my separation/divorce to a narcissist. The narcissist used to tell me how rotten in bed I was. I didn’t believe it in the beginning because I had an active sex life before I met him & never had any complaint ( I even had repeat customers lol!). I was with the narcissist for 11 years. By year 5 we were only having sex once a year. At the end of our relationship and to this day, he accused me of having an affair. I guess that’s how he rationalized our lack of sex. It wasn’t that really. It was because he didn’t care about my needs & pleasure & he really did suck in bed
Flash forward to the sp…. He was charming & sexy and the whirlwind of sex with him was intoxicating. I went from having sex once a year to several times a day. I thought the sp was very handsome & sexy but I will tell you that not many of my friends saw it. They just shook their heads. He also thought he was god’s gift to women & would hit on anything that moved whether I was there or not. I just chalked it up to his “boyish charm” and the realization that he still had locker room mentality. Besides, I thought if we were having sex as often as we were, I was in no danger of him actually following through with his flirts…. What harm could they do? I’m sure all of you can see how naive I really was.
When we moved in together, the porn addiction started showing itself. I swear his hand was permanently fixed in his pants while the other was on the remote. Oh and that was when it wasn’t permanently affixed to the bong. His penchant for porn ran to groups & watching himself perform with his various exs.
Bluemosaic, I agree when you say sex got monotonous. It went from being so exciting to painful to painfully monotonous. After he started in with the painful part, I would just shut off & hope it was over soon. When it got painfully monotonous, I would just fake it to get it over with. He didn’t k ow or he didn’t care. I had to enact so many porn scenes over and over that they are still seared into my brain.
Once I started busting him on the swinger sites & he started to pressure me to join the swinger movement (I guess he figured he had broken my spirit enough) and I actually said no to him, his sexual interest in me dropped immediately. I was relieved but terribly devastated because that meant there was someone else (what I couldn’t get thru my thick brain at the time was that there were probably lots of someone else’s).
It was at this time he took the opportunity to tell me that I sucked in bed and that while it was ok while it lasted, his “talents” were being wasted on me. There was a whole community of women that were willing to have sex with him …. At once. Imagine that. He let me know in no uncertain terms that he was moving in that direction. I could stay with him & still have a “family” but he was going to be having sex with other people. I honestly do believe that he was sure that he had beaten me down enough that I would accept this arrangement “lying down” (bad pun, sorry)
I am very bitter. I read on another thread about a woman saying she was feeling almost “asexual” now (it is early in the morning & I can’t remember who said it & I apologize profusely to you). I get that and I totally understand. I haven’t had sex in a year & at this point, the thought of sex with another person makes me ill. Even tho I am at the peak of my prime, I have absolutely no interest. This troubles me greatly. I’m sure I will heal one day, but that might be once all my lady parts have shriveled from disuse (I’m melting, I’m melting…..lol)
Very funny Saskgirl “I am melting…”
LOL. I have personally wondered if chastity belts are still around? …that would be a helpful aid. LOL. I will settle for mindful restraint, No dating ….No dating at all, makes mistakes impossible. Too wounded …it would be like jumping in open ocean while I am hemorraging….certain to draw sharks.
I said no to “swinger parties/sites too” Yep, his interest decreased following. He was probably banging others from early on, I was blindered…unconcious. Peace to you,
Blue
He also was the best kisser I’ve ever kissed but it was just another contradiction. Confusion confusion!!!!
dorothy2:
Too weird because spath was also the best kisser ever…and hugger, too. Hard to forget. But he was not good in bed at all. It was all about him. Didn’t care about me at all…he was done in three seconds flat and it was almost like he didn’t know what to do with me. Maybe it’s because he didn’t WANT to do anything with me. He also did some deviated stuff…wow. They are sick.
As skirl, Bluemosaic. OMG….I’m sorry for us all. What a twisted mess. It unbelievable. You would think at some point I would quit being shocked by all of this but I don’t see that happening. Maybe ever. It’s absolutely like looking at a train wreck as they say. I can’t stop.
It’s just so foreign and bizarre. I was 51 when I met him and I’ve never encountered the likes of him prior to that. Some f’ed up guys yes but nothing like Spathtard. I want to just put it in the WTF file but I seem to be addicted to trying to understand something/one that I will probably NEVER be able to understand. I’m sure there are all kinds of things I didn’t know about but probably not affairs…..like, when? He was always with me. Practically always unless he was at work. Maybe one of his work buddies was helping him out in that department. I really did have some kind of nagging suspission about him that way. I think he would take it anyway he could get it. MOTHER CLUCKER! I feel so violated and polluted.
And how sick is this? The thought of getting him off still turns me on. I’m doomed.
I’m melting…….good one!! That’s where my name Dorothy comes from.
Louise….yeah, Spath x didn’t even want to get off his back. Happy to just get a hand or blow job. I don’t know what that was all about. Not knowing how to please or not wanting to be bothered. Part of his game? I guess I’ll never know. I feel certain that he loved holding me and being held. That felt genuine and is just one more confusing piece of the puzzle. God I miss his holding and hugging. It’s like crack cocaine to me.
Hey….would it not be weird if some of us were talking about the same Spath? I would pay big bucks to have a sit down with his X’s. one in particular, no two. Well all of us in one room would be awesome. How frustrating.