By Sarah Strudwick
It’s just coming up for three years now since I wrote Dark Souls, in the hope it would help other women who have been though the same as me. In January 2010 I kicked out my psychopathic ex after uncovering a string of lies which included working for a job that never existed, feigning cancer, multiple sexploits on the internet, and advertising his services as a sperm donor. The list goes on.
Over the last three years I have worked tirelessly to get myself out of debt, educate others and, more important, heal from the abuse. Yet up until a couple of months ago, this person continued to stalk me. I’ve had to change my phone number three times as a result, and I lost a fair amount of business along the way. Whilst I now deal with it in a matter-of-fact way, I always assumed he was stalking because he hadn’t found any new narcissistic supply to keep him busy.
A couple of months ago an ex acupuncture client saw me a in the supermarket and asked why she couldn’t get hold of me for an appointment. I explained I had changed my number and directed her to my website.
Distraught text message
In my optimism, since things have been reasonably good for a few months now, I decided to put the number on my site again, Then voilà —a last week I was amazed to receive a very distraught text message from my ex’s current victim, asking me if I know him and when was the last time I slept with him. My first reaction, since my ex has gone under a number of different guises pretending to be other people in order to keep contact with me, was, “Is it genuinely her or him?” I decided to go on Google and look up the number, which took me to a website he owns.
I was tempted to respond with a comment like, “I’d be more concerned not about ‘when’ was the last time I slept with him, but how many other people he has been seeing during the time they have been together?” After all this is a man who sleeps with “anything,” whether it be women, men or transvestites. But I suggested he or she could call me if they wanted further information. I received a text back saying, “He’s with me now; I can’t talk.” The following day, the number was disconnected.
It goes without saying I was somewhat intrigued as to why she may have contacted me after so long. Although I had evidence about his “sexploits,” there had never been any substantial evidence he was in a “proper” relationship with anyone else apart from me. I was also intrigued that no sooner had I put my website number back up, she called me. I wondered whether he had tracked me down via the internet and used a bit of “torture by triangulation” in order to see what a reaction he would get from either of us.
With that in mind, curiosity killed the cat and I called the number.
The new target
I was shocked to discover that not only was this new target young enough to be his own daughter, but he has had two children with her, in the time we have been apart (one of whom whilst he was with me).
If there was ever a reason not to play “detective,” this had to be one of them. Also, knowing how keen he was to plant his sperm in any women that would be willing to take it, I felt sick seeing the smug look on his face as he smirked holding his new babies. I decided to give myself a big, big slap round the face for even bothering to look. It just goes to show how words and promises mean nothing to them. We should never play detective, no matter how much we have been triggered.
The last time my own family saw him, he had taken my teenage kids out to see “Twilight.” He was telling them how much he loved their mum (i.e. me), and was really looking forwards to sorting himself out and starting a new family with us, since he had left his “horrible” wife. However, I realise now that at that time his new target would have been well and truly pregnant. This probably explains why he wasn’t around at Christmas to support me whilst I recovered in hospital from an internal bleed from an operation. My own daughter had to cook the family Xmas dinner. When he finally did turn up, it comes as no surprise that I kicked him out a few days later in the New Year.
The Disposable Family
I believe psychopaths view their families are utterly disposable. This is a man who had two beautiful, lovely children from his first wife. They are under 10 and still need a father. I assumed he would continue seeing them whether we had had a family or not. However, with the ability to re-invent themselves at the drop of a hat, it comes as no surprise that he has a brand new family. It also doesn’t take rocket science to figure out that it’s only a matter of time before he messes up again. Even worse, and to add insult to injury to his poor first wife, he’s called one of his new children the same name as his son from his previous marriage!
This new woman would not have been able to get my number unless he had searched for it. As I said earlier, I took all phone numbers off my web sites for months. My guess is he’s either already on his way out, and wanted to shift the blame by putting both his current target and myself in a position when if his new partner were to leave him, he could then blame me for “spilling the beans”.
What’s even more interesting was that he would give his poor new, soon to be wife my number. Perhaps it was in order to triangulate and get her all upset. It’s the same as he did to me when he tried to push me to the point where I would tell his own “bitchy” wife that he was having an affair.
Either way, I doubt this woman will contact me again. He’s probably told her the same old sob story about his ex girlfriend being a bitch. He told me his wife was the problem.
Not my responsibility
Despite feeling sorry for his new target, it’s not my responsibility to take on her problems. This man has messed up again. Until he takes responsibility for his own actions, and grows a conscience, it’s only matter of time before he re-invents himself and starts another family all over again.
On a positive note, in January 2013 I celebrate three years being psychopath free. Whilst it’s hurtful to find out that he’s got a new family, I thank my lucky stars daily that I don’t have the legacy of having a family to raise from him to remind me of him.
If I would give anyone any advice after this recent discovery, is that it’s only a matter of time until your ex, or one of their many victims, will turn up again like a bad penny. Whether it’s three months, three years, or 30 years, it’s just one of the many ways in which they try their hardest to remind people (no matter how much you have moved on with your life) they will continue to do their best to remind you they are still there lurking in the background. It may be giving your phone number to new partners, or for whatever reason or making you feel responsible for their new victims. Either way don’t bite, don’t engage and most of all, however hard it is, don’t play detective ever again.
Sarah, “Torture by triangulation.” Love your choice of words. I think this is a favorite from their bag of tricks. Thanks, Sarah. I’m sorry you took the bait, but you learned a valuable lesson, and I thank you for sharing it with us. It’s a valuable reminder that we are still vulnerable to their antics, even though we’ve learned so much.
Sarah I am sorry that you stepped in a pile of his shit, again.
A leopard doesn’t change his spots. For some reason you needed to see this, and you’ll be stronger for it. HUGS to you.
Athena
Yea, Sarah, even having “back door” contact by looking at their FB pages or talking to their latest victims usually back fires on us. Even those of us who are required by courts to “co-parent” with them or who must keep an eye on them so we can know from whence the bullets might fly….even that mandated back door contact is debilitating (at best) for us.
They do turn up like “bad pennies” though, and I’ve known few if any of them tat don’t turn back up again. Glad you got the lesson, which is the most important thing. Happy holidays!
Sarah, thank you for sharing this article and your experiences – playing “detective” has never resulted in anything more than another stab to the gut, and the most recent misstep was when I was setting up a new FB page (deleted the old one), and cut ties with nearly everyone on my list of “friends.” I saw his new photos when I blocked his profile, and it made me sick. Literally. Another lesson about “No Contact” for me.
Today, in the U.S., we’re celebrating “Thanksgiving.” Traditionally, it is meant to be a celebration of the harvest after surviving a long, hot, mean summer. Most people associate this holiday with family gatherings. Today, I’m celebrating YOUR escape, MY escape, OxD’s escape, Donna’s escape, and the hundreds of thousands of others who were able to GET OUT of their horrific relationships. Today, I’m celebrating survival and recovery. Today, my “thanks” is for the hard, cold truths and the ugliest lessons that a person ever learns about themselves.
Thank you for your article and may you continue your amazing recovery!
Brightest blessings
Sarah,
Thank you for sharing this. I need the reminder not to play detective!
I have only done it once, via google. After looking at his blog, the you tube vids, and the list of fans, I realized I did not care, whatsoever, to know what he was up to. It was the same old crap, just like your ex, without variation. They repeat themselves ad nauseum. It did make my heart rate go up, and my stomach turn, but it didn’t make my heart hurt. It was just so gross.
I think the biggest feeling was humiliation. I was embarrassed for ever having been with him.
This turned into a sense of great relief, humility, and a commitment to continue to treat myself (and other’s) with care and respect.
I wish you well this season of Thanks and gratitude,
Slim
Giving THANKS daily for the survival of those of us who have escaped, and for the many blessings that we in the “western world” have….especially an abundance of food and water, and education….we are INDEED BLESSED. Unfortunately too many times even still, victims of psychopaths and other abusers die at the hands of their abusers, or are emotionally scarred to the point that the suffering never ends.
No matter what we have endured, we can, with educating ourselves and by validating ourselves emotionally survive even the most horrific conditions. Dr. Viktor Frankl, who will always be my hero for writing about the emotional survival during and after his years in a Nazi prison camp (the ultimate psychopathic experience) His writings made me realize that we can over come anything no matter how emotionally painful. Thank you, Dr. Frankl, and thank you Donna Andersen, and Thank you Dr. Liane Leedom, and Thank you Dr. Bob Hare, and the many many others who have shared their knowledge and their journeys with me.
Oxy:
AMEN and God Bless!
OxD….and, I’m so grateful that I found this site when I did. I had a 2 year head start on the information before I discovered what the spath was. If I had NOT had this priceless source of support, encouragement, and wisdom, I would have been in the most horrific tailspin imaginable. I don’t know if I would have been able to extract myself from a second spath marriage, quite honestly.
Many, many thanks to Donna, and the most brightest of blessings to all the readers who have helped me so very, very much.
Thank God and Greyhound the spath is history. almost five year’s now.
I was thinking about the trauma bond, does that last a life time? Kinda like I am so glad I survived and he is gone and it’s all over but there just seem’s to be something that keep’s me tied to the whole ugly episode and him..i guess we arent supposed to forget such things..illusion’s are freaky.
Dance’s with Moon:
I hope you had a good day. I didn’t even eat too much like I thought I would!
God, I hope the trauma bond doesn’t last a lifetime. I think it will kill me. But you may be right. And it may be because we aren’t supposed to forget. I am afraid if I forget, I will make the same mistake again and I have vowed that will never happen. I see red flags all the time now and I heed them; not like before where I would feel or see red flags and ignore what my body and mind were telling me. It’s almost three years for me now. I can’t even believe it’s been that long and I have been questioning myself lately as to why I still feel the way I do after all this time. Of course I tell myself I must be crazy or there must be something drastically wrong with me for still feeling this way.