Graveyard…shift.
Staying longer that I should have.
I knew in the first month something was very wrong.
We had broken up for the 5th 6th or 7th or 8th times in 2.5 years.
Usually survivors do 7 cycles of abuse with a narcissist…
Overachiever here…
Love bombing, devaluation, discard…rinse repeat.
I did 8…almost 9.
9 was my lucky number.
He tried #9 after he tried to get me fired from my job and arrested…he is blocked for good reason.
His best ‘relationship’ efforts were when we were broken up.
It’s done for a reason…
See how nice I am…even though we are broken up.
This fabulous behavior did not occur otherwise within the relationship.
We were ‘broken up’ but we met at an event…the break-up to make-up keeps the toxic ‘high’ going and going.
He did that a lot…he didn’t have to pay cover or buy me a drink…win win for a stingy m’fer…we hung around with the same toxic group.
On the way home he randomly said he wanted to go to the ‘Hustler’ store.
He bought me a vibrator.
I was surprised because we were not really a ‘couple’…
I was aware of that because he repeated that often enough…
WE ARE NOT A COUPLE…
WE ARE NOT A COUPLE…
WE ARE NOT A COUPLE…
THAT was important…because when he said that…while we were supposed to be in a ‘relationship’…his ‘disclaimer’ stands and made him free to date multiples as he had done for years.
And then the vibrator disappeared…
Fast forward…I went to LA to visit a friend.
When I came back…
I was putting away his laundry…
I opened a drawer and lo and behold…it was full of used and unused vibrators plus my disappeared one.
I asked him about this…
He said ‘I cannot get rid of the used ones because they belong to ‘insert ex wife’s name’…
Btw…he is a hoarder of things and people.
I said…it’s unhygienic…If YOU can’t…I will throw them away for you…and anyway it’s not like you can use them again on anyone else.
And then he went fucking crazy…
I told him I’m taking mine home…he said…no…IT’S MINE!
I said no it isn’t and I took it home…and threw it away in the dumpster.
The punishment…
Because of that he fingered the community whore right in front of me and when I asked him…what are you doing…he pushed me ran out to his car and tried to run me over with his car…and then left me in Kentucky in the middle of the street…in the middle of the night.
THAT was my punishment for asking about the used dildos.
Psychopaths collect victims ‘memorabilia’.
He doesn’t have mine in his graveyard of memorabilia.
THIS event was very disturbing…and then I stayed in this filth for another year longer……
