Day 4. I am better this morning than I was yesterday morning. Not as good as last night. I have let him go, let any desire for him blow away with the emotional cyclone he put me through. I never want to see his face again, I have deleted every picture so I won’t accidentally come across his face, and have to remember how I loved this asshole.
It’s the treachery, the deception, the idea that he thought it was perfectly ok to lead me on all week, to blow my world apart. That he couldn’t man up, and tell the truth to me, and let me go when I was asking to go. Such a narcissist, one of the worst I have ever known. Worse than my ex-husband, and I thought he was the worst ever. My ex’s lies were just random, about what he was doing, often stories he made up and believed, that were so obviously lies it was almost humorous. (Though laughing at him brought on his scary scary temper.) He never set me up emotionally just to punch me in the stomach, just to knock me down and stomp on me. He was a sick f**k, but S is so much sicker.
Yes S, it turns out you were much like him, as you said. You were him, taken to a new level that was past my ability to think was possible.
I have known many people abused as children, though his story was one of the worst. But he’s smart, he could have crawled out of it. He used to say he didn’t have a filter.
No, S, it’s not a fucking filter. It’s a conscience. You said you were developing one? That’s a laugh. Really…you are so full of shit. You like chaos, you like hurting people because you NEVER dealt with your own hurt in a productive way. So you project it, and you act out on as many people as possible, in as intense a way as you can. And some unsuspecting person like myself, that just saw the possibilities of you instead of the reality,comes along, you must have been fucking drooling to set me up and watch me fall.
Like you said, it’s your karma. If you had a belief in anything, that would be ok, but you don’t. You’re a cold, dead heartless man. I am so glad to be rid of you. And not to have lost any more than i did. You ought to go crawl in a hole and stay there, until sensory deprivation makes you forget everything you know, and you have to be reborn. Go to the monastery, like you talked about. And stay there. Then you can’t continue to hurt people for your own gain. (Yes he used to talk about doing that for 6 months. I used to laugh, I am thinking the monks would exorcise him before they’d let him in.)
I have my book club tonight, I’m grateful for that. To be with friends who live on the other side with me will be just what I need. A has still been beside me through all of this. He texts me all morning, during the day, in the evening. He still tells me he loves me, and we know it’s just an unconditional love he has, that we will always be good friends. He sends me music, pictures of the southwest. Just being sweet, kind, loving, talking me down if I need it (tho I think I was done with that after the first 48 hours), showing me reality in a kind, but firm way. He has always turned out to be the blessing in my life. He is diametrically opposed to S, and I am sure that he was put in my life to make me see the difference between a creep and an angel. I wish it had been S I cut off for A, a couple months ago. Not the other way around.
My friend Megan from here has been so helpful to me too. She and I have so many of the same issues, and we have had a running conversation with each other comparing notes, and trying to understand this sick narcissism. So the blessings that have come from his treachery far outweigh the pain, and the pain was unbearable. But the duality is, there is equal joy that grows out of the ashes. Like the Phoenix, I will rise. I will be better, happier, and more loving. No stupid man who thinks the darkness is where it’s at, is ever going to have too much effect on me.