Patricia
I faced truth and took out the trash, giving up being SPECIAL.
"I've spent my whole life getting ready for you," he said.
He was perfect (well, almost). Yes, he'd had problems, then again, he was a
noble mystic Indian Marine warrior, Vietnam Vet, with "some" PTSD, that he had
nobly overcome and, indeed, although having no college degree or experience, had
helped save others with his wisdom and caring.
A handyman. A guru. A lover. A cook.
A creep. A liar, abuser, and manipulator, vampire, and heartless fraud.
The lies are yet to ALL be uncovered. Among his track record:
- He didn't leave his first wife and kids because of PTSD and she was such a BITCH--he left her to live with another woman.
- He didn't have a bad relationship with his kids, now adults (well, actually, he had no relationship at all) because of the ex. It's because he NEVER paid one dime of child support; the state he lived in is after him for $35,000. And in all the years since he walked out, he's never even sent his kids a birthday card.
Using me, and MY stability, he tried to reconnect a year ago. Poor kids. He's attacked them horribly, because THEY caused the lack of relationship and they should "get over" the past. He's even been kind enough to tell his son what the son should buy HIM as presents--before exploding and stalking out of son's house, taking back the presents (bought with my money) he gave the son.
- 3. He's REALLY a writer, who had to temporarily work as a stocker/janitor at the Wal-Mart while on the run from "the Mob" after a series of articles. Oh yea. His writing is crap, his clip file/resume a disaster and almost non-existent (except for the sections describing why he left job after job so quickly)
and his story about exposing corruption is-ahhh--borrowed from someone else. He was tangentially employed with the person who DID it; but he wasn't the hero here. He peddled the (very small) newspaper, and mouthed off in an occasional poorly written anonymous column. And also delivered the paper. He was on the run, actually, from drunken driving and drunken discharge of weapons charges--and, of course, taking off with another woman.
- 4. ALL the women in his life, until me, turned out to be horrible people, just using him. The noble heroic dear. But now, finally, he had found his soul mate, the one who he would live with happily ever after.
Sure thing. As long as I supported him, and as along as he got to have temper tantrums, be emotionally and psychologically abusive--and had started to head down the path of physical abuse (did I mention I found out he had choked his ex-wife; the cops saved her?)--and of course, blamed all his behavior on me. I "pushed his buttons."
Poor noble heroic mystic guru warrior; wandering this world, never able to find THE woman that he so richly deserves.
But for awhile, I was HER. I was SPECIAL. SO VERY SPECIAL.
Until I realized what I had. And, of course, on the days, hours and minutes I fought back and wouldn't give him control over me--let alone marry him and endow him with my financial resources. (He, of course, had none; being so busy being noble and going from woman-rescued-by-him to woman-rescued-by-him.)
And did I mention he's an "activist," and is very good at showing up, waving signs and shouting? Yes, indeed, a veritable Woody Guthrie, a man of the working class (although he avoids actual work himself), out there fighting to the "little people." Alas, one of his best stories--where he narrowly misses being hit by a bullet fired in the darkness of night-- turned up in a book that, amen, was quoting someone else. Ahh, but, well, he has these OTHER stories..... I'm certain they're equally true.
Luckily for me, my instincts were true; and I, being a HEARTLESS BITCH, had him sign a pre-nuptial that also covered living together. At those times, when I got to bedrock honesty, I wasn't special.
Oh, and he's a thief too. And a liar. And a con man. And, all in all, a loser. Oh, no, I forgot: he's ACTUALLY, REALLY, not a LOSER, but a tragic victim of life, and a victim of so many many women.
But not me! I was SPECIAL! I was going to see the "real him" and provide him with a wonderful, wonderful life!
Nah. I'm a HEARTLESS BITCH because I found out the hidden truths.
I'm a HEARTLESS BITCH because of one SPECIAL day. It happened after he'd taken off for a month on a "deer hunting" trip (alas for him, I caught him in planning just PART of the schedule for the "dears" on his hunting list.) This SPECIAL day came after he'd been out of touch (left when I was ill after refusing to drive me to the emergency room), ignored emails telling him not to return (claimed he
didn't get them as his email didn't work, forgetting that he had emailed me AND OTHER PEOPLE from that account, and other accounts), and after refusing to call me despite messages left with numerous people.
On that SPECIAL day, when he returned, I had the cops (already
well-filled-in) here to greet him, and move him on. Then I wasn't SPECIAL anymore.
I was a HEARTLESS BITCH.
Sure, he got some material goods out of me.
But guess what? I'm not SPECIAL anymore.
Thank God.
Now I'm FREE, and trying to heal, and heal I shall.
I never again want to be "special" and "save" someone so, well, noble and wonderful, and so misunderstood; especially someone who's accumulated nothing in life (except what he got off various women) because, well, you know, being a misunderstood hero *is a full-time job.
No wonder he needs someone SPECIAL. After all, he's never done anything of value in his life. So someone has to take up the slack.
I gathered up his slack and choked the SOB with it. I'M A HEARTLESS BITCH.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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