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!
Tobefree, I was in a mother of a depression pit yesterday, just had to take it hour by hour, blogged a lot here, tried to use humour to get through. There’s no quick fix. Slamming the door on the ex you want out of your life is the start. Then it’s day by day, rebuilding, little by little. Contact with a person who has abused you, whatever form the abuse took, whether sexual, physically, or emotional is going to keep you destabilised and focused on them and their dysfunctional personality, when it needs urgently to be on you and your planning and implementing your abuse free future. Take it easy on yourself, I can’t block my abuser texting me, all I can do is get a new number which I want to avoid as have had it 12 years. But you can delete the texts without reading them. Look after yourself. x
TeaLight, one of the most interesting aspects of MY recovery was letting go of things that were previously “important” to me. I had to sell my grandmother’s sterling silver in order to pay for a criminal defense attorney – this silver had served Arthur Conan Doyle, Whistler, Thomas Carlisle, and other notables (including Churchill). This silver had history. Had I not sold that silver to pay for a defense attorney, I don’t know where I would be, right now.
A phone number is just a number. The important people in our lives who deserve to have in-roads into our lives will be alerted. All others don’t need that means of access.
Brightest blessings! 😀
Whoah, proper heirlooms! What a shame Truthy. The thing is with my number, I have not had contact with my sister for years due to her alcoholism, and drug use. Her son has that number , and it’s my link with him, I still anticipate he will call in an emergency. I don’t know ehere he is, it’s the only link. That’s why I’m reluctant to change the number. x
TeaLight, if your sister’s son is on your list of contacts, it’ll transfer with a new number and you can simply text him with your new number. I really understand the reluctance to change – it requires an expenditure of energy that we don’t necessarily believe we can afford. But, there are always options, even if none of them are pleasant.
Yeah, proper heirlooms. I did keep one place setting. The rest have been melted down. Tough, but oh well…. :-/
You drink tea from Winny’s cup. I am super impressed!! 🙂 It’s true, I can do that, but what it his number has changed? It’s a fragile connection to him. His life is utter chaos, my sister is ….well. As above. x
TeaLight, as much as I empathize with that connection, you are not responsible for your nephew’s chaotic life or your sister’s alcoholism. If he’s changed his number without letting you know, then it’s been a false hope to maintain it, all along. And, I really do understand that tenuous connection, but it may be helpful to you to recollect the last time you had any communication with your nephew….
The silver was a set of sterling flatware and serving pieces. I still have the tea set and that is not going to be sacrificed to the crucibles.
Thank you Truthy love, that’s very comforting to read. I can change it, you are right. I carry a lot of guilt around. She neglected him very badly when he was a young child and I felt helpless. I was not in a position to fight her and social services for custody I was in my early twenties up to my eyes in debt after college and in a rented house share. But I still feel bad. There we are. That;s why we go to counseling. x
No, they are not the same friend…two different friends regarding spath and the anger.
Louise, okay……..thanks for clarifying.
And, I apologize if I came off harsh. It wasn’t my intention.
Brightest blessings
To Be Free, and all struggling with this prolonged contact issue……I blocked Di-k heads email and I has been a tremendous help to me. I know nothing he has to say is going to do anything but re traumatize me just as it did in the past when I slipped and got slimmed. It took that vicious slip for me to finally do it. He spewed a F you fest all over me and it ripped me back open again.
Yesterday I dumped his crap and everything he had given me and anything that I even had any mental associations of him. Dumped it in his Spath mothers yard. He tried to send me an email last night, subject ” stuff”. I know only that because my server tells me when they block an email and auto delete it. He either thinks I’m receiving his email(s) and not responding or he is getting a notice that my email is blocked……whatever. I do not want to read his vicious words, hear his voice, see his face. I have control over the first two only and that is better than nothing.
All he wants to do is project his shame and anger on to me. FU-K that!! I’ve got enough of my own to feel thanks to him. Get over it a– wipe! Put on your adult diapers and deal with it…….NOT.
God this sucks. TBF…..I understand. You need to protect yourself period. No one else can do it. Take what steps you can even if they are baby steps.