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!
Rat Poison is 99% pure corn meal (truth) and 1% poison (lie) but it will kill…the truth part is what lures you in to TAKE THE BAIT!
Great analogy Oxy!!!
LoveS,
what can I say to you that hasn’t already been said! I have been with two abusive partners. I got away from the first only to be drawn in by another. Abuse is such a vile, insidious thing. I thought, mistakenly that I could handle it, change them. Somehow, some way it was going to be different for me. How wrong could I have been. I’m on the other side of where you are now but i’m banging on the glass window. LISTEN to what is being said to you. Everyone here is here for the same reason….we are all united by a bond. That bond was made with evil and evil don’t change. Not in my exp. Have you read anything about trauma bonding? Try, try try…save yourself because no one can do that for you. Only you my dear precious person. Do you really want to put yourself in the jaws of this monster again. What about children? They will be the victims also. My girls had and still have a lot of issues from being brought up by their alcoholic Father. And I have all the guilt that goes with my choice to stay and stay and stay!
All my best wishes go out to you LoveS! I hope you’re not offended by my words. It is purely out of massive concern for your safety and your future. One life my dear. Don’t end up like me….50 and just beginning again.
Hugs
And Ox……I will remember the 1%
dorothy, we have a Dutch saying with regards to jokes where one person says something that gives the other person the idea to reply with something that is embarassing: kicking the ball in a goal someone else put there. Spaths really think this way all the time.
I posted my story a while back and actually started dating a wonderful person and was actively starting to date and put my spath behind me. Recently I ran into him at a bar and we started talking. I told him I was dating and he seemed genuinely happy for me. I made a mistake of meeting him for a drink and we ended up back at his place. While I was sleeping he went through my phone to “check up on me” and when he found texts to other men I had been dating he FLIPPED out calling me crazy, a liar, a slut, and that I had low self esteem and that I was “dangerous” I have a friend who is a cop(who he thinks I was sleeping with) and he read a text to him where I bashed him( of course) and he BLEW it up saying he felt he and his son were in “danger” of this cop and myself. How ridiculous is all of this but I’m allowing it to make me feel bad! No matter how I try to reason with him he can’t see the circumstances. Now he says HE’S changing HIS number and that I’m psycho(again) why did I go back? Why did I say yes? Do I have low self esteem? I’d like to believe I was trying to get closure and hoped he would be rational and realistic. No luck. It just got worse. NC is truly the way to go. Or you just keep getting hurt more intensely. The worst part is that we have mutual friends that are hearing all of these terrible things like I “threatened his safety” and that I lied and was seeing a bunch of men…yes I was who cares I was single and moving on. His SICK ego is so jealous and can’t rationalize. Regardless it hurts.
It seems like when you give them another chance, it goes even worse than before. The first time I told my husband to move out was when he returned from a trip with condoms in his shave kit. I’d had an early hysterectomy several years ago so they weren’t for us. I said, “I think you’d better pack your things and get on down the road.” He slowly crossed his legs on the coffee table and replied arrogantly, “Nah. It’s my house too. I don’t have to.” As I went upstairs to lock myself in the back bedroom, I heard him mutter to himself “This was one I did NOT want to lose!” So, I was a this and a one, not a she or a her. One what? What was I one of? One of many women he’d used?
Anyway, as I posted in my story, he hooked me back in and it was the same sh*t and even worse than before. What a bitter lesson. If you try again with them, it won’t be any different unless it’s even worse.
Ok, weird Imarriedit… One time I was at his house and he had just retuned from visiting friends and family across the country and he had his suitcase sitting there and SOMETHING in my gut said check his suitcase and what did I find? CONDOMS!! And the scary thing was that we weren’t using any because I was on the pill and assuming I was in a monogamous relationship. I too locked myself in the bathroom and after he spouted off every reason why he had them and even threw in something about me from my past saying “well remember when YOU did this” he finally said… I think someONE needs a present” Like that was going to entice me?? This still wasn’t enough to make me leave. I believed him and near the end he would get ANGRY if I brought it up….he’d say “I already explained the condoms I’m not talking about them again” and get MAD at ME for bringing it up!!
They/ he/ it……all make me sick to my stomach. BTW,,,,this was a fantastic article if anyone cares to read it.
Oops! Here’s the article.
http://narcissisticbehavior.net/category/what-exactly-is-narcissism-explaining-the-many-facets-of-narcissism
Oxy……oh boy!! That is a gooood one!! I will remember that!
I love analogies!