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.
Does anyone else do this:
Walk around, through-out your day, talking to “IT”…???
I mean, I am certain the neighbors must think I am full
blown right smack out of my head – I shout at “IT” and
I say all the things I have ever wanted to say.
Today, I was yelling at “IT”:
You are nothing to me anymore;
so how do you like those apples?
Your telephone calls; your intrusions…
they don’t yank my chain no more.
In fact, I am sure YOUR’s is being
yanked, right this moment.
And, no – not from anything at all,
“I” have done – but by the choices
YOU have made with YOUR life.
THIS is MY LIFE; not your’s.
GO AWAY!!!
I mean, THAT was my mantra all day…
it is becoming my mantra, more and more,
with each passing day that goes by. Absolutely.
The past is past…
who knows what wonderful
miracles and surprises that are still
left for all of us to unwind and to taste
and to experience.
We are as entitled to this life as anyone else
that was our birthright. It came with our first
breath; hm?
Yes, they do destroy everything they touch
but the difference between them and us is
WE ARE STRONGER because WE are the
survivors while THEY continue on with their
pointless and meaningless lives and nobody
has made it that way but themselves.
skylar: I know all about scary and I used to
LOVE ‘scary’. lol This is beyond scary, Lovey…
It has all just been ABNORMALLY scary. And, I
am not one easily frightened away…
Never seen it coming; that’s how good they are
or can be when they are after something…
“I” am not available – ho hum…
GO THREATEN SOMEONE ELSE!
…and…please take all your ‘minions’ with you…..
Dupey
Dupey,
well, I don’t talk to him out loud, but quite often, when something reminds me of his evil, I mutter, “mother f***er” under my breath.
There have been so many things I wanted to say to him, that I couldn’t because I was gray rocking him. I didn’t want to feed him so I kept quiet.
For example, when I left him I took the espresso machine. He called me and whined, “I can’t believe you took the espresso machine. How am I supposed to make my coffeeeeee? I wanted to say, “f**k you and the horse you rode in on.” So when i make my coffee, i remember that.
He also asked, “well, can I at least have the RV?” I wanted to say, “You can have a kick in the balls.” but I didn’t. Gray rock, you know.
Sometimes I manage to pray that he and his ilk can be redeemed by God. that’s the best I can do.
“Louise,
I know! Spaths would be an endless source of comical entertainment if they weren’t also so freakin’ scary. ”
Yes. Mine provided me the biggest single dating drama moment in my entire life. Worthy of a movie. In fact, this moment was in a movie, the Valentine’s Day scene in the first Sex and the City movie.
Same restaurant, same dramatic storming out…
Have either of you read the book, “THE PRINCE”?
No, what is it about?
Is that the book by Machiavelli? He is the guy that “The machiavellian personality” was named after. There is an article in the archives by Dr. Leedom that addresses this personality type. I think it’s entitled the dark triad. But, no. I haven’t read it. I tried to read, “The guleg
archipeligo, (sp?) but I wasn’t up to the challenge, at the time.
What did you think of “The Prince”?
Wow just reading the first few comments lead me to realize I’m not going senile or crazy. I too have had problems focusing on anything and just existed like a zombie. The last psycho I was with tried to convince me why it was alright for him to rape his sister (youngest sister who is disabled and he is the oldest) and how it was her fault.
Previous to this one I had dated a man whom I turned over to the police for seeing him rape his daughter. I constantly cried why me and what am I doing wrong to attract such human garbage to share my air space with.
I haven’t dated any man for a year now and have been under therapy care. Now I’m willing to try again to believe there’s decent men in the world and possibly date again. Taking it slow real slow….
I don’t want to be controlled by human garbage again and allow for them to ruin my life. Happiness does exist and have been finding it slowly. Not only am I’m working with trusting anyone, I’m working on trusting myself. Sadly enough the relationship between God and I had been harmed too. Which is truly a sad thing.
Oh I have a healing story to tell.
Previous to receiving help in from group therapy and therapist, I had been blindly attracted to narcissistic people (people who raised me are confirmed sociopaths). These relationships always turned out with painful endings for me just feeling empty, worthless, and used to the point of believing I’m a loser. These narcissistic individuals (men and women) are without conscience and just use people even to the point of not caring if I was put in danger. Just never dawned on their retarded minds.
Now there has been a woman from my past who I was a friend to however; she threw me continually “under the bus” , “back stabbed”, manipulated through her lies and charm. I have found I’m triggered to help people who are the underdogs in life. This is how I become a target for the human garbage the psychopath.
Anyway once she saw me she loudly indicated her and are friends from the past and threw her arms around me. Which case I was politically correct and stood just numb however; deep inside was grossed out. She is now overtime become angry with me because I no longer play the cat and mouse game with her or am her cheerleader. She has exclaimed I have changed since the last time and she doesn’t appreciate it. THIS IS AWESOME <3 Now I'm a target of her nasty comments however; I view it as now people can start seeing the real ugly self-centered her. I won't retaliate just allowing her drama to be viewed by others.
Dear Raised by sociopaths,
Good for you…you are gray rocking her. Refusing to play into her drama. Go NC with her if you can, if not continue the gray rock and let her self destruct! TOWANDA!
Raisebyspaths, TOWANDA, indeed!
If it’s bad beahvior, it’s bad behavior, no matter WHOM it is! And, I have no time for bad behaviors.
Brightest blessings