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!
Thank you, Truthspeak. You are always an encouragement to so many.
I too was warned to the beginning of the relationship about this guy and like an idiot I didn’t listen!! I confronted him about it and he was soooo convincing with his story that I believed him!! Just like so many on here!
Will the “missing him” part go away?
ToBeFree, you will stop “missing” the dipshit once you are able to “accept” and process the fact that you were in love with an illusion that he created based upon your own needs and wants.
“Accepting” doesn’t mean that we’re obligated to “like” the truths or facts, but that we’re able to understand the truths and facts without attempting to reconstruct them to fit into our systems of beliefs, that we aren’t going to attempt to negotiate them into something that is more easily digested, and that we’re not going to attempt to argue with the truths and facts. Under no circumstances is “acceptance” mandated to be pleasant.
I hated the truths about the exspath. I hated the fact that I wasn’t going to experience retribution or compensation for what the exspath stole from me. I hated the fact that he never, on ANY level, actually “cared” or “loved” me, at any time. But, these facts were indisputable. I couldn’t argue or bargain them away into something more pleasant, and I hated it.
Yeah, you’ll stop missing the illusion once acceptance kicks in.
Brightest blessings of encouragement
Funny thing….I pulled into the convenience store in my little town on the way home from work yesterday and low and behold there is one of the minions pulling in also. She lives in the spaths town. I only talked to her once on the phone and saw her once(not under good circumstances). She accused me of things that the spath made up about me. I’d like to punch her lights out as much as the spaths lights. She didn’t get out of her vehicle. I guess she recognized me. Probably a good thing she didn’t and I’m not a violent person. Haven’t been in a fight since jr high school I’m 57 but, if she got in my face I think I would “see the red” like I’ve always heard about and pummel her. I have to wonder just exactly what the spath has told her. I’m sure it’s interesting. Bla,bla,bla.:)
Kmillercats, having been one of those people that you have heard tell of, “seeing red” is not a pleasant place to be, emotionally, physically, or legally.
There will come a point when whatever the spath has told her (or, anyone else) will no longer matter. You know who you are, what HE is, what really happened, and that’s all that matters.
I doubt that the minion will EVER confront you or get in your face. LOL!!
Brightest blessings
Cried for an hour. On the way out my counselor asked if I’m going to self harm because if so he has to ring, someone. Who? I dunno. The police? Anyway I wouldnt say yes if I intended to top myself would I? I yelled “don’t call anyone I’m just ill” I asked him to pray for me and told him I’d see him next week. Nice man. Looks like Freud.
To Be Free,
Its been about 6 months for me since I hit my ultimate low and started my climb out of what I thought was a bottomless pit…I broke the NC rule TRYING to CONVINCE him of what the truth was. There was NO convincing him and that is the first thing that I’ve finally accepted. This semester through the GRACE OF GOD I was assigned to teach a special needs class of autistic high school boys. At first I was honestly not looking forward to the challenge but everything happens for a reason and here is what I have realized through this:
We are trained as teachers to ACCEPT that people who have autism or special needs(depending on degree) their brains in some cases are 100% unable to comprehend or accept certain things. Instead of CONVINCING them we try to find alternative methods for them to cope because we KNOW that their brains are physically and neurologically unable to function in a “normal” way.
All of a sudden a light bulb went on. My spath is the same way!(except my students are total SWEETHEARTS) There is no POINT in trying to “convince” him he will NEVER understand or comprehend because his brain is hardwired to think that way. Its nothing personal. Its not me. Its HIM and his BRAIN. I think because our brains are capable of controlling how we feel we expect that they will be able to do the same. If I understand and am willing to accept that of my autistic students why can’t I believe that of my spath?
For example one student yesterday got SO angry with me because I wouldn’t allow him to use his laptop and he called me a name and stormed out. I took NO offense because I KNOW that his brain has trouble being independent from his lap top. It rolled off my back because I have the EDUCATION and INTELLIGENCE to know that he can’t comprehend.
I am relating this to my spath more and more and every time I MISS him less and less. I think of him as a special needs student. But I’m not paid to teach him. And he has no teacher aid to make him apologize to me after he calls me a name. I don’t work for free with that piece of work. Not my job to teach him anymore.
Something to think about. He CAN’T control it. It’s IMPOSSIBLE.
kmillercats, that’s the rage messing with our minds. I’m very peaceful and am afraid of violence but this abuser has brought out a dark rage in me that is very unpleasant to acknowledge. Act on it and a)they win b) we’ll get our collars felt. Not worth the momentary release of adrenalin. But know how you feel. EDIT ADD having your collar felt is british for the cops will haul you to the station
Sometimes I feel like he does need a “teacher aid” to follow him around and sit with him everywhere to help him with how to treat people and the difference between right and wrong.
Serenity12 have you read abelrising’s posts? Abelrising has given us some really useful contribs from the perspective of a person on the autism spectrum.
No I haven’t I certainly will though. Thank you.