Editor’s note: The following letter was sent by a Lovefraud reader who posts as “Remembertoforget.”
We met on Facebook, because we had mutual friends/acquaintances. I would see him comment on girls’ posts. Funny because I deleted him thinking, I don’t really know him. Why have him on here. He sooner or later re-friended me. I almost dodged a bullet. Perhaps my subconscience was one step ahead.
I was depressed when I met him. Two friends had just passed away and I left my long-term boyfriend and was staying at my mom’s. He would post stuff that attracted me, and one day I randomly messaged him. I never do that.
He had been upset because his children’s mother had left him. She took the kids when he was at work one day and he came home to a letter and an empty apartment. He said she took 20k with her and moved back home because she had missed her family. Red flag.
My sister left her ex-husband and moved away to be with someone, so I immediately rationalized it as possible. He said his ex was all lies, lies, lies. He said she had a problem stealing from him. Money, etc…
He also talked about how his mom and step-dad died of cancer, and how everyone always dies and leaves him. He had an ex before his kids’ mother that he said he would have married, but she died in a car crash. Yet, claims he didn’t believe in marriage.
I empathized with him on his stories of loss because, I too am a cancer survivor, and had just lost a dear friend to it.
We talked all day everyday, fb, texts, email, and other.
Once things got going he professed his love for me. Overly charming, cheesy compliments, love of my life, nobody has ever done these things for me, I would follow you to the end of the earth…
He told me that they rented a house and after she left he moved into his small one bedroom apt. There were stickers on the walls and kids toys throughout. I thought nothing.
One day he pulled out a toy and slipped saying, why would she leave this here? It’s my daughter’s favorite toy. Then I questioned. He lied.
He came over every night. We were hypersexual. He had a porn habit. I suggested cutting back a bit. He said I asked him to quit. He frequently talked about his exes or subtly made comparisons.
He was driving a BMW that he bragged about when we met. It turned out to be his first ex’s from 11 years prior that he was with for 7 years. He was taking over payments for her as she couldn’t afford it. I know who she is. She lives up north and near, traveling back and forth. He confessed and returned the car saying he didn’t want any ties, yet said earlier how they are bffs.
Suddenly, if I would ask about her he would say don’t mention that bitch’s name, and that he blocked her or deleted her. I deactivated my fb so then he deactivated his, acting like I asked him to.
His child’s mother was NC with him. I thought he didn’t know where they were. He pretended to hire a detective. She eventually turned up after some papers were sent to his job.
We started fighting so often, it got more and more frequent. Sex and fighting.
I constantly was questioning EVERYTHING. NOTHING made sense. Everything was a contradiction. Holes in every story. He pushed every button. Things happened so fast I was literally going crazy. I started therapy to try and sort through it all. I even blamed my self.
One night after having sex I made a comment, can’t remember what, and he flipped out on me. He cornered me in the kitchen with his fist saying he was going to bash my head in and knock my teeth in. I feared for my life. I broke up with him the next day.
I was always trying to break up with him as each argument he would yell are you breaking up with me?, until I would say yes, then he would come beg and cry and bully me about it. He cried and begged. I took him back.
We still fought, he called me degrading names when fighting. I walked around sick everyday. I had a stomachache since I met him. He was such a force, I told him at first.
I would make jokes or ask questions about him having a secret life or being a con man. I had no idea when I had said those things, but my subconscience did. He has six email addresses. I questioned that. He did get physical with me on two occasions.
Finally after me calling out his habitual lying, he admitted the big lie that had 100 lies surrounding it. He moved all 4 of them into the shitty one bedroom apartment and she ended up leaving. He had lied to me the whole time about them living there even with proof right in his face.
I dumped him once and for all and the shit hit the fan. Bullying, harrassing, begging, threatening, lying, fighting. Saying his ex wants him to move up there, that she can’t handle the kids.
Next day saying he’s not gonna talk to them anymore and just send the money, that it’s confusing for them to talk to him.
Then another day, writing, the kids are coming home. He pretended he had a seizure and went to the ER. He then fought with me for not coming to be with him. He played that story for a week, talking about it, until I asked for proof. He finally admitted that he didn’t go.
Sick bastard fought with me about it. That is when I changed my email address and eventually my phone number. He begged me not to.
One of my last texts to him hadn’t gone through yet, and the number change went through! I had no idea. He saw the new number. Suddenly I got the worst messages ever coming in.
DEVALUE & DISCARD:
He called me every name in the book. Saying he has plenty to replace my ass with. Saying he has someone who really loves him just waiting for ME to mess up.
I ran back to the store and changed it again. He called my job three different times from different numbers within two weeks. The last time my boss told him he can’t call there and he stopped.
So much more had happened, but I know you’ve heard it all. I had little support. It was like, get over it. Nobody seemed empathetic, like they had been there done that.
My disordered friend from many years back ended up betraying me shortly after, unrelated to this. I was so sick and in shock. It hadn’t set in yet. The reality of what “it” is. I was stuck on reading about NPD because psychopath just sounded way worse. I then had to cut off my friend right after she started a smear campaign on me via fb. Nobody likes her anyways though,
I then deleted all my social media accounts, and changed my number AGAIN. I gave it to maybe three people. I slipped into major depression and stopped eating. I went to the hospital and got on some medicine. It saved my life.
The day before I went to the hospital I decided to peek into my old email address because my tablet never let me delete the account. After a month and a half of NC, I saw that he still sent me emails until mid Feb. I didn’t read any except the last one, and I replied, a short thank you for your wishes I could use them.
He wrote back. I was so weak and sick. He acted so helpful and loving about me going to the hospital. I made one quick comment about the past and he swiftly turned it ALL around, and saying we don’t ever have to talk about us again and to get better.
There was also a sad story about his birth father dying. He died in 2013 it said. Always a sad story.
That’s when I saw it for what it is. A psychopath. I did the gray rock method, not even knowing what it was. I had no fight left. I will never win. He is not my friend, he is the enemy.
The next day he sent one love bombing me to give us a chance, Etc etc … after ignoring him, he sent a few more. Then after the weekend sent more, saying how he doesn’t judge ME and nobody will love everything about me like he does! Again, turning it all around. HA!
He just doesn’t know I got educated.
Thank God I found Love Fraud. I haven’t answered any messages from him. I’m sure he stayed close with the first ex the whole time. She must be sick if she knows how he is and still hooks up with him.
He said he never married his children’s mother, but in a way I wish he did, so someday he would have to pay alimony AND child support. My heart hurt for her. She was 10 years with him, much younger than him, far and estranged from family, didn’t work, and was isolated. Thank God she escaped.
There were many more crazy details of course. Two mutual friends said he was so sweet. I believed. I wanted to die by the end of this. Other than having cancer myself, this was the most disturbing event of my life.