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!
Its interesting reading about the “stuff” recovering and giving his back… I agree its good to collect EVERYTHING so he has no room to contact you. I thought I did that and blocked him from contacting me then one day I came home and found an EXTENSION CORD thrown on my balcony. Like I need my f*&&ng extension cord back!! He did it for a reaction. Unfortunately I gave in at the time and unblocked him to tell him to just throw out anything he found. The guy was looking for ANY excuse…lol an extension cord. It makes me laugh now. It looks like most people on here seem to be from the US but being up in Canada let me assure you we have our fair share of spaths walking around. Mine was actually born in elSalvador during the war and saw people murdered and his mother abandoned him at an early age. So he’s a classic case. Although not as elevated as some of your stories I’ve learned on here that it would have gotten there eventually and I am LUCKY I got out when I did. I’m beginning to start to laugh about some of the stupid things he did…I hope that’s a sign of healing…
Louise,
Halbemus Papum is what the Pope eat’s for breakfast.
LoveS, excellent work. Great, you got angry! Now remember that feeling…..remember that moment carefully, Love. You will need to “refer” to it the next time he starts with the pity me bs or you feel sorry for him. Next time don’t respond to his call. Ignore!!
Towanda to you, wahooooo! Well done, slap on back, good girl. And another spath bites the dust.
Sitting in the gp waiting room for antibiotics with a fever and residual rage from ringing and letting rip at it. My anger has been building and building for weeks. I want to physically batter him and scream get the hell out of my life and stop abusing your wife you repellant lump of infantile sadistic nothingness.
Lou, Habumas Papum is French for Hello, I am a Psychopath.
I despise and loath him with every cell of my being.
I’m so angry. So angry. In French most of the ways of saying goodbye connote you plan or hope or expect to see the person again eg au revoir = see you again à bientôt = see you soon à plus= see you later à tout à l’heure= see you in a bit. All you are left with unless you go with va te faire foutre or va t’enculer (f*ck off, go f*ck yourself up the a**) is adieu = denotes basically God willing we’ll meet again. Ha!! Yes that’s what I wish. I rang to tell him stop your charade stop harassing me stop trying to hurt me stop betraying your wife have some f**king decency who the hell does he think he is??? Does he want the police on his doorstep? They are meant to be rational. He isn’t. Maybe he’s psychotic.
Truthy help help drowning in anger
Dorothy2, the reason that I cannot recovery the money that the exspath forged is because the BANK IS NOT RESPONSIBLE for making sure that I saw the statements that the exspath intercepted. The exspath did this back in 2005-2007 and he has the statute of limitations in his favor. If I take Civil action against him in the form of a law suit for fraud, he will simply bankrupt himself and have the judgment “forgiven” in Federal Court. Criminal prosecutors are not interested in developing a case against him because they have bigger fish to fry.
Believe me, I have explored every legal avenue and not one will result in any remedy.
Thanks for your concern! 😀
Brightest blessings
TeaLight, anger is “normal.” As a culture and society, most human beings have been taught to believe that “Anger is Bad” and that only God in Heaven has the “right” to express anger. This is not true and one of the many facets of my faulty system of beliefs.
Don’t you deserve to be angry? Isn’t the spath deserving of your anger? HELL, YES, to both!
When we do NOT express our anger (I am a perfect example of this) in a healthy and safe way, it simmers like stew in a pot. Over time, all of the liquid in that stew boils off and the pressure builds up within that lidded pot. Simmering and simmering, with energy building up until………….BLAMMO!!!!!!!!!!!! The lid blows off, crusty stew stuff gets blown all over the kitchen, and there’s a terrible mess to clean up.
So, before that anger explodes on some teenaged cashier that says something the wrong way, go home, beat the absolute bat-shit out of a pillow, rant, scream, vent, rage!!!
Anger is “NORMAL.” Rage, on the other hand, can land a person (like me) in a police station.
HUGS TO YOU and brightest blessings
I’m covered in crusty stew stuff. He’s stewed me.
Tea light,
I am right there with you…angry too. It is healthy and normal for us to be angry for being betrayed and knowing spath attempted to destroy us. I am going boxing today..wanna come? LOL I am going to let the anger wash through and over, and out of me. Find something to punch ….hard and repeatedly. Our anger will not kill us…we just have to get through it. Right? Atleast you and I can feel…spath cannot. I prefer my temporary pain to his reptilian existence.
Hugs and love to you,
Blue