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!
Putain de merde!! Enfoiré!! Phew.
TeaLight, nah………it’s just part and parcel of the healing process. It stinks, it sucks, I hate it, but it is what it is. I wish that I had KNOWN that it was 100% acceptable for me to express my anger and HOW to do it without beating the absolute dog-shiat out of the exspath.
Seriously, if ANYONE can learn from my personal stupidity, I hope that they learn this: anger does NOT mean that we are “evil,” selfish, have issues, etc. There is “righteous anger,” and that’s exactly what I had for the exspath, but I felt GUILTY for feeling angry! I felt guilty because I had such a deeply entrenched shame-core that I honestly believed that the exspath’s frauds and horrific deviances were MY responsibility! Shame, guilt, anger, shame, guilt, anger, and so on.
Express it in any safe and healthy way you can think of. Once I began counseling, I used to rant and rave (out loud at 67 decibels) while I was driving. I have NO doubt that other drivers gave the purple-faced screaming woman a very, VERY wide berth……….
Brightest blessings
EDIT ADD: This is no joke – once the counselor’s words began settling in, I would scream myself hoarse!
Tea Light–LOL! Isn’t there a “petit con” or something close to that? Had a French boyfriend years ago–he’d yell that at other drivers in Paris, well, that and a lot more:)
Bluemosaic, anger, rage, and envy apparently ARE the only “feelings” that spaths encounter. Of course, those “feelings” aren’t based upon anything concrete.
Weird, huh?
Truthy!! Oh gawd. Terrible. It make me angry just reading about it. I’m so sorry. It’s so hard to keep all the stories straight on here. Who did what to who, who was married to what, who wasn’t. It feels like the Spath chaos..
Mandie he’s petit and he’s a con and his conneries had better stop
Mandie he’s petit and he’s a con and a connard his conneries had better stop
TeaLight, I know the anger. It’s horrible. The betrayal, horrible. I hate it.
I did the thing the other day on my way to town….I just said out loud everything I would say to his miserable face in the car. I will never have the chance to say it to his miserable face because as soon as I would bring anything up that I was upset about or didn’t like he would throw a fit and walk out. What a man. Fu-k him. I understand how you feel and as far as I can figure,,,,we just have to feel it and know that it is our right to feel the anger that we weren’t allowing ourselves in the past.
I still crave him. I miss him, obviously not all of him, and I feel so much anger at him for taking that away from me. I wanted to love him and treat him well and I feel so much anger at him for making that impossible taking that away from me.
But I wanted to be treated with love and respect and care instead of a toy that you can pick up when you feel like it and throw in the corner when you don’t. He’s a lying manipulative sack of dirty diapers full of sh-t.
Tea…..I am trying my best to see this as a bitter pill that needed to be swallowed in order to heal myself. Nasty medicine that had to be forced down my throat to teach me something important. It leaves a terrible taste in my mouth, no doubt, and slime on my skin and inside of me.
I will guarantee you this…..the next choice I make will be far far wiser. I know that the next choice that piece of sh-t makes will just be another bad one that leaves him deeper in the trash pit of his life.
He is a reprobate and I’m sad to say that his way of existing in this world is far too in trenches to ever change. He had the opertunity to have a really good life with me and I would have supported him through growing up but he did not take the opertunity seriously, chose to stay in never never land with his spath mama, in the crib and high chair. With a bottle in his hand. I have way more money than he does and I can share my water bowl with another dog but not is they are going to druel in it or fash their feet.
And then there is that saying…..if you lay down with dogs, you will wake with fleas……he is a dawg!! Grrrrrrrr
He’s a sick warped Oedipal mummy’s boy who wanks off on the bed of his dead stepfather while on the phone to me and his first son hates him and he lies every day to his wife and he lied to me for 6 months that he was separated and he assaulted me and traumatised me so badly I broke down and wet the bed twice and then he keeps harassing me when I escape so he can try again to assault me. I want to vomit that he laid a finger on me I pray his wife gets free and he dies alone he is repellant