When I read his blog, I’m struck with the thought ” What planet is he on?” All these happenings to him like he’s the center of the Universe and we just all revolve around him. Many of these little blogs have one item that really happened then the rest of it is pure BS. What I’m amazed at is that he lies about stuff that he doesn’t even have to lie about. I had suspected this while we were together but to actually see that it just isn’t me. He lies about everything. He manipulates everyone and everything around him. For what purpose?…..
Do I care anymore?
I don’t think that I do.
What is funny (as in strange) is that for a man who is a misogynist, he sure has a lot of women that read and comment on his posts.
I’m so new at blogging. I’m reading the wordpress information on various subjects. Wow. It’s just alot of info to take in all at once.
Strange isn’t it, that moment when you realize the person you’ve lived with, had a child with, shared yourself with for almost 18 years is not the person you thought they were. That moment of clarity for me didn’t happen with a thunderbolt. It was a willingness on my part to no longer accept the denial. Little by little, I was seeing the cracks in the facade. Little turned into more and more turned into a deluge. Then it was as if everything had smashed to pieces. Everything I had worked for, built up in my life, was turning to ashes in my hands.
At first all he could tell me was nice things. When I first met him, my husband had just passed away. I transferred into a field job with my company. (What is it they say about too many life changes in a short period of time?) He was one of twenty other guys on the crew. He zeroed in on me. I really didn’t want to get involved with anyone but he was relentless. Even went so far as to say we were soul mates! Now I see how psychopaths operate. But I am ahead of myself. At that point, I was hurting from my loss and vulnerable and open. My husband had died from a disease that had (has) alot of stigma attached to it and I know at that time, everyone knew it. I wanted to be liked, I wanted people not to avoid me thinking that I had the disease also. I wasn’t alright by a long mile at that time. I was emotionally and mentally not ready to get involved with someone else. But his attention, and his stories of the hurt in his life pulled at me.
Within a year, he had moved into my house.