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!
To Be Free….you have all the information you need at this point to know the fire is hot. There is no reason to keep sticking your hand in it and if you choose to keep sticking your hand in it, expect to get burned dear.
I have wished and wished and wished for this to be something different than what it is. I truely thought I loved the man and that this would all come together some day and work out. I put as much effort as I could into that hope on my end, spent a lot of money trying to learn and address the problem. It was one sided. I’m not saying that he didn’t make any effort but I’m almost certain that the effort he did make was all part of the show. I really do believe not only that he will never change but that he has no desire to. He is a fake and a pathetic parasitic fraud.
He has his Spath Mama and his little bar buddy’s to prop him up and I think that he is just fine with that. They can prop him up and he can play with his pee pee and fantasize about being someone someday that he will never be. He’s a fu-k up, plain and simple. Fu-k him.
OMG….his best ” friend ” and I use that term SO loosely, is this short little sh-t and he is this big guy. Thet are both in their mid 40’s and the two of them look ridiculous out and about together. Grown men, yeah right. They look like 12 graders sitting in the kindergarten desks. They are caricatures of themselves. If he had ANY self respect he would be humiliated by himself.
Dorothy2, he doesn’t “feel” humiliation because he is the sole resident of his World Of Spath, JUST as his “best friend” is the sole inhabitant of HIS World Of Spath. They are simply two separate galaxies that are moving on the same parallel, but neither is really a part of the other’s world – only gravitational enhancements.
Eugh……..slimy galaxies, at that.
Here’s the honest to god truth ladies…..I’m a proud, not really vane but proud Leo,,,,,,,,I honestly did not want to see the truth that was staring me in the eyes. I wanted to believe that this man loved me and that I was it for him. I wanted to believe that worse than I can describe. I didn’t want to let go of that hope and I didn’t want to let go of the companionship and the physical affection which I was starved for as a child and is like crack cocaine to me. I’m not making excuses for him leading me to believe this was really all that he said it was to him, yet clearly wasn’t. What I am saying is that despite his words of together forever, deep love and devotion…….his actions NEVER came close to showing me that and I continued along living off the empty calories of his shallow words and promises.
Truthy, I hear you. It’s just beyond my ability to comprehend how these people don’t see how foolish and ridiculous they are. THAT is what finally got me to stop drinking!! My Leo pride kicked in and I clearly saw what an ass I was making out of myself. I was humiliating myself and selling my true self short on every level.
Ok, so in one way I can see how in Spathland they all wear Spath blinders but holy CROW!! Seriously?!? NO evidence is self care or self respect. Just false bravado.
Truthy…….and then there is Mama Spath propping it up and telling it that it is WONDERful!! What a good boy you are baby Spath! Mama needs you your highness. Those are almost direct quotes. My god it makes me want to vomit.
Dorothy2, after I attacked the exspath in a red-blind rage, I drove to his mother’s and father’s apartment in a state of hysteria that I had never experience before in my entire life.
Of course, the father was working, but the mother stood there while I told her about what I had done and what I had discovered about her son. At no point did she exhibit any emotion other than anger at me for having attacked her boy. She said, “You hit my son, you hit me.” I was shocked, at the very least. If someone had come to me in a state of hysterics and told me that he was going to a nearby city with someone to participate in Xtreme Group Bondage and Torture events, I think I would have fainted. But, no…..this woman was as cool as a popcicle and, most telling, she accompanied her 37-year-old “boy” to each and every court hearing. Where was his father? Probably contemplating suicide, I imagine.
Bad seeds and bad people……..very, very bad, on every level.
Dorothy2 – I feel ya, girl! I too spent to much time trying to make everything right. And of course it never was!
It just has blown me away to hear all the stories of these kinds of people. I never even knew they exsisted! And there are soooo many, my gosh.
Dot2, The empty calories of his shallow words and promises. NICE. I snacked on the corn syrup and pop tarts of my abuser’s declarations of “eternal love” for some months. The sugar rush wore off pretty quick as I realised I was now a sexual abuse survivor.
Tea light…..again…you crack me up! PopTarts were Spath x favies! I actually have, No lie…..PopTart pajama pants!! Strawberry!! He was sick one time and I was ” nurse PopTart” ! OMG!! Too funny.
I can’t remember TeaLight…..I get stories here all mixed up! The Spath raped you? Like as in RAPED YOU? I don’t mean to pry…….