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!
loveS. I dont know if my input is wanted, I am glad you had a good day.
Most phone providers will change your number at no charge if you tell them you are being harrassed, at no charge.
Hang in there for the good days, and when your having a bad day remember you can have good days.
GM All,
To comment on some posts from yesterday,
Lovesucks, so glad to hear you are doing better and that you have support surrounding you. Stay empowered…..you are worth it!!! : ) hugs to you!
Dorothy2, I had exchange with Donna, and yes, we can exchange e-mail addresses through her. If you message her she will share our info. I posted this last night too, but thought I may as well do it again , since thread moves quick sometimes! And I love your visual of ALL of us, on a porch of a victorian home, wearing white, sitting in rockers….how lovely and etheral!!! I have a joke among some of my closest freinds…that if we never re-marry, find ourselves alone in old age, that we will start a hippie commune so that we still have the joy of sharing our lives with others!!! Your visual reminds me of how I picture that dream. Yes, I still have dreams…he did not take me down completely! Hugs,
Truthspeak,
Thank you for all your nuggets of wisdom,
this spathship will result in…
“positive re-construction of our boundaries”
Amen to that!
Blue
To re-connect with question lead on thread…a display of the changing state of my acceptance, understanding and conciousness…
“why did I say yes to a sociopath?”
I said yes, in order to feel an old wound. I needed a reminder that the wound was still there, not entirely healed…or he would have held my attention for moments only, instead of the year he did.
He called himself a Daddy Lion. How aprapo. I had old broken bones within that had only partially healed, without properly setting. Took a lion to tear them wide open, bled heavily…pain was intense…he sensed the wounds the way a wild thing does. I was unaware. Crawled into his “liar”….thinking I was gaining protection and love. Instead…torn apart, half consumed…and left for dead when he grew bored and temporaily satiated.
I have taken myself out of his environment (NC)…I will re-set the bones, with all the tools and help available to me. When they heal this time, my boundaries will be intact…my self- (love/esteem/worth/respect) will lead the way to a better life.
I will not give up my conciousness again….I will not serve another to the detriment of my self. I will listen to my instincts and feelings. I will respond to danger with a fierce drive for self preservation.
He failed at convincing me of my worthlessness…I know better. I have value, WE ALL do : ) I will overcome this temporary setback to WHO I AM !!! Love and hugs to all,
Peace,
Blue
Oh, the little epiphanies that come!
Being openly loving and trusting….is the scent of blood that draws a predatorial person.
Wearing my heart on my sleeve…is offering it up for destruction, consumption…leaving toxic bacteria behind in my flesh, scars created and re-opened.
Discernment will lead me to protect my heart, soul and my life. I have value…I deserve better.
Peace : )
Blue
Blue love, you sure as heck deserve better than a man who refers to himself as ‘Daddy Lion’, that’s for sure . Barf. 🙂 Have a peaceful day. x
Blue,,,,,,beauty-full ! You’ve got it girl……run with it and don’t look back!! Only look back occasionally to make sure you didn’t miss a bone or two 🙂
I don’t know what is happening with me but I’m feeling so much stronger and resolved!! I think part of it, at least these are the words coming to me repeatedly, is that because he is, wasn’t, never will be real and never will be someone worth having in my life, what do I actually have to ” miss “?
NOTHING! He is nothing and no one, has nothing and no one except his Spath mother and his little friend who is a POS user/ alcoholic just like him. He will rot in his mothers basement, mentally, emotionally and physically for his misdeeds in life. He is filth. I don’t want him, let god
and/ or satan have him and do what they will with him.
The only thing I can’t let go of is the desire to really let him know that I see him for the POS he is.
{{{Good morning Bluemosaic!}}}
You know what “daddy lions” do? They come back and kill their offspring to insure that the males don’t compete with them. Nice.
Daddy Lions also throw a tantrum when their partner doesn’t want to share her macaroni cheese from what I recall. Blue, onwards and upwards….
Blue,
You sound like a stronger woman already!Sometimes we “talk the talk” while we’re still raw inside,but you’re definitely on your way to healing!You are setting boundaries and you will protect yourself the way a mother bear protects her cubs!So let “Daddy Lion” roar in pain as he watches you walk further away,getting stronger and more confident all the time! 🙂
Hello to All,
Tea light,
I do feel empowered with what I have learned and that I will come out of this stronger : ) and, yep, a tantrum throwing arrogant, drunk, narcissistic spath…no thanks!
Blossom4th,
Thx for telling me I will be stronger…there must be a reason I had to go through this…I will make lemonade out of the vinegar he served up. I would never give one more minute of my life to him…or his “ilke.” Daddy Lion, sounds like a joke now.
Dorothy2,
Hope you are having a lovely day! I like your way of putting it..”he is Nothing”…I say this to my spath as I lay him in his icy grave every morning to start my day. He is not welcome in my mind and heart. Nothing…is the best definition of them yet! Marianna trench of a soul…black-hole soul….dark and craven….nothing.
Hugs, love and peace to all (it does not escape my attention that I spewed venom and followed it with warmth to all of you LOLOLOL….someday, I will not have venom for him either, but I am being true to where I am at, today )
Blue