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The sociopath has changed me and I will never be the same: Part 2 of 3

Editor’s note: Lovefraud received the following story from a reader in Belgium, whom we’ll call “Enora.” Read Part 1.

Starting the business was very expensive. We went to the bank for a loan, but he wasn’t able to get one, as he was blacklisted by every bank in the country. I had to cosign a loan so that he was able to pay for his debts to the bank. Now that problem was dealt with, we were able to start a business being equal shareholders and equally responsible for everything.

I told him that this was something that we would work for until our retirement and that in a year, he couldn’t change his mind or be fed up with it. He agreed, but he kept expressing his doubts about me. He felt that I didn’t have what it takes to make our business thrive and I didn’t have it in me to work that hard.

I had opened Pandora’s box. On our opening day, the restaurant was packed. We opened at 9 a.m. I was 6 months pregnant and walked (ran) all day long, taking up orders and serving people. At 3 a.m. the next morning I couldn’t work anymore. My back and my feet were killing me. He closed our business two hours later and came to our bedroom. He woke me up, ranting and raving that he had been right all along: I was a lazy bitch. The next day, customers told me how impressed they were that I had worked for 18 hours on end while being 6 months pregnant.

Horrible to staff

He was horrible to our staff and cruel to me. He enjoyed humiliating me in front of everyone. He had this sadistic grin on his face whenever he hurt me. Everyday, and sometimes several times a day, he called me into the kitchen and started yelling at me. The waitresses had to close to kitchen door so that people in the restaurant wouldn’t hear it, but they did.

As a boss, he was a tyrant. He felt that he had power over our staff and he abused it. One day for example, he had noticed that a waitress had forgotten to close the jar of our homemade biscuits. In the evening, he scattered the cookies all over the kitchen floor. In the morning he made her pick them up. It was humiliating.

He started drinking alcohol at 9 a.m. and this made him even more vicious and cruel. While I was working, he often sneered at me to get out, because I had no idea what I was doing.

He had decided to take care of the financial side of the business and he had even put a lock on the office door, so that I couldn’t get in to look at bank statements and invoices. When the restaurant had closed, he left and came back the next morning, just in time for opening. My due date was coming closer and one night I called him up several times. He didn’t answer. Only recently I learned who the woman was he was sleeping with at that time. In fact, there were several. He also slept with one of my waitresses.

Daughter was born

The night before my daughter was born, he arrived so drunk that he threw up in the sink. The next morning he hadn’t sobered up and he had to take me to the hospital to deliver my baby. When we were in the elevator, he started calling me names, saying that he wouldn’t have it that my family was going to visit me all of the time. He wanted to spend quality time with me and our newborn. In fact, I was in labour for only 4 hours and he didn’t stay with me for that long.

When I came home from hospital, my daughter had cramps and cried all night. I hadn’t slept at all. When he woke up, he smiled and said that he had heard the baby and that he knew I hadn’t had any sleep. He basically stated that I was on my own in taking care of our baby.

Things took a turn for the worst. He was now going out, taking vast sums of money from the till. He was in charge of everything and he wanted me to feel that. He kept changing his mind about everything: opening hours, staff he wanted to employ or fire, our menu. At one point, he wanted me not to take the children to daycare and stay at home with them all day. So now he tried to physically isolate me.

During this period of time, I virtually had no contact with anyone and I had no money. He had put locks on all our storage rooms, accusing me that I was stealing from the business. Only he and the waitress had keys.

No food

He threw some money at me, saying: “Go and buy some milk and bread to feed your children.” There was not enough to buy food for myself. When I hadn’t eaten for 3 days, I sneaked into the kitchen, trying to get some food. He came in and yelled that I had to put it back, since this was not my food, it was the property of the business. In the end I went to my mother and she gave me some food.

By this time, he and my family were virtually at war. He said that we could never have a good relationship until I cut my family out of my life. I refused which made him even more furious.

Everyday I woke up worrying about what he would do next. I was living in an atmosphere of terror. But I had made these decisions and I saw no way out: we had two children and I didn’t want my children to be from a broken home. And we had a business and I had signed everything. Needless to say that loan I had to cosign was paid off by me. He had told me that he wasn’t going to make the monthly payments anymore and that the bank would come knocking at my door. Again, when he said this, he had this demonic smile on his face. He enjoyed making me suffer.

I felt that he had made it his mission to make me miserable. Several times, I asked him what I had done to him to make him treat me like that. I felt he hated me.

I had no idea that people could be so evil.

Said I couldn’t work hard

He had told everyone that I wasn’t fit for the job: I couldn’t work that hard, it was all too much for me. And he said it in a way that people believed him: talking as if he cared about me and making it seem that he was unable to help me. He said that he had to put up with it, because I couldn’t help myself, I had mental problems. In fact, he portrayed himself as the victim of the situation.

And he was constantly lying about everything, even about things that do not matter. I told him that I knew he was lying and that to keep on lying doesn’t make it more true. I started to think that whenever he was talking, it was all lies.

He would hide in the restaurant to listen in on my conversations. Sometimes he suddenly came out of his hiding place so I knew that even my private conversations were not private anymore. Especially when he heard I was having a good conversation with somebody, he turned up, saying: “So now you’re talking to that person. How two-faced you are. You always say that you can’t stand them.” He said this with the other person present. And again, it wasn’t true.

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Enora, I am just shaking my head at the nightmare you were living very similar to mine. My gosh, there are no words….this is what society does not understand…and society then blames the victims for staying so long…but what society does not understand fully is that fact that the sociopaths do not let you sleep or have any free time to yourself to think clearly as they are always creating chaos & drama that you are literally mentally, emotional & physcially exhausted… plus the fact that they have you in such a financial tail spin that you feel so stuck & isolated from the outside world.

It’s just constant craziness from them. Sometimes I feel that Earth is hell. Now that I am educated on sociopath behavior by being married to an evil sociopath for 12 hellish years and then going through a nightmare of a divorce for 4 more & then finding my way to LF I see the whole world differently. You can now see sociopaths as the dictators, presidents & Prime Ministers cheating the same exact chaos & drama in countries and how the citizens try to fight these evil people just like we do. Such a crazy world.

HUGE HUGS to you Enora for enduring his evil man’s hell. I hope you are out…I will read the rest of your story tomorrow but wanted to send you hugs today for sharing two days of your story…not easy to do. Take care.



This “man” is evil. I sincerely hope and pray that you and your children are out from under him. You have described an emotionally unstable, destructive, heartless “human” being. My heart goes out to you for all the hell that you endured via the spath. May God bless you and strengthen you.


My comment seems to have disappeared into the ether, and I don’t feel like re-writing it all, so I’ll summarize.

I also paid for my ex-H to run a business. Six months in, everyone made me take over or they would walk out. He came in routinely and yelled at me in front of staff and customers, saying he could have done so much better.

Many of these types want to run their own business that you pay for. It offers them many advantages: they maybe can’t stay employed elsewhere, they can be lazy, they can do what they want with nobody watching, they can access more money than is available in just one household’s income. So, just don’t do it. If you see or feel any red flags, don’t fund them.


And I had to run this business he was supposed to run while I was running another business, just recovering from a serious chronic illness, and taking care of two kids.


And, oh yeah, he also threatened me with his street smarts and saying how I did not know what he was capable of. Ironically, one major thing I liked about him initially was his combined intellectual smarts and education, paired with street smarts and ambition. I thought it was a winning combination. LOL.

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