I've Never Been So BetrayedThis is going to be long, but I feel like I need to tell my story. When I first met Frank he was amazing. We started out as just friends. I was instantly attracted to him. He had this charm about him that just pulled people in. Whenever he talked, people would listen. When we first started talking, his ex-girlfriend's cousin (who is also one of my sorority sisters) warned me that he wasn't who I thought he was and that he was unstable. I didn't believe her because she's known to be a little wild and I figured her cousin was just trying to keep me away from him. Plus he didn't seem like that kind of person. He seemed highly intelligent, funny, caring, and it seemed as if he was everything I had ever wanted in a man. We hadn't been dating too terribly long before he moved into my apartment. His lease was up in July and was planning on moving in December. So rather than renew his lease, he just moved in with me. We were going to see how things panned out and if they worked, then I would be moving with him in December when my lease was up.
He was so amazing. Perfect in every way. He said the right things and did the right things. He said he had never loved anyone as much as he loved me. He took me to look at engagement rings after about four or five months of dating. He said that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. He even kind of "adopted" my dog, Jack, and started calling him his dog as well...said we were a little family.
Then I started to get sick. I had terrible headaches that would put me in the hospital. It turned out to be a neurological disorder. He stood by me in every step of the way. He held my hand every time I was in the hospital.He said he would take care of me.
Somewhere along the way, he convinced me that it would make more sense and be more efficient in bill paying to get a joint account. For some reason, I agreed to this, which is completely out of character for me. I never wanted to get a joint account until after I was married, which he knew. Yet he had this way about him that could convince me to do pretty much anything.
He also told me stories of his past. His dad left him when he was eleven out of nowhere and then later died from a massive heart attack as they were about to reconcile when he was in his late teens. He told me stories of his mother abusing him to the point of nearly killing him by locking him in the shower while spraying tile cleaner into the shower while he was in there.
He also told me about past relationships that were abusive to him and how he dated alcoholics. The stories he told were completely shocking-border line unbelievable. But I believed him because he really seemed to be telling the truth.
Anyway, we would argue like any couple would. But he would never completely lose it. It's like he wouldn't actually argue. He would just sit there incredibly calm with no ex
Other than little arguments here and there, we were completely happy. He was literally the definition of perfect. Everyone loved him. I was SO happy and SO proud to be his woman. On a Friday night, we had a sushi date and watched movies. Later we drove around with milkshakes and drove around town to look at Christmas lights. We were laughing and talking and having a great time. It was about a week before we were supposed to move into our new apartment. The next day we were supposed to put down the deposit after he got off work. And he kept insisting that I take my headache medication for preventive purposes. So that i would be able to go and actually sign paperwork and everything on the new apartment without being in a horrible amount of pain. I need to tell you that this medicine knocks me out like a rock for long periods of time.
He woke me up dressed in his work uniform, kissed me goodbye, and said "I love you, honey. I'll see you after work." That's the only thing I remember and obviously fell back asleep. When I woke up a few hours later...everything in our apartment was gone. I thought we had been robbed. Right as I was calling the police, he walked through the door....with no ex
He said "I'm leaving you. I'm taking the dog. And I promise you that I didn't plan this. It's not you, It's me. I love you. Just wait for me a bit longer. I was planning on proposing in four months." I freaked. Legit freaked. I couldn't even believe this was happening. And he showed absolutely NO emotion and NO guilt for how bad he was hurting me. It came out of nowhere. We hadn't argued and it was RIGHT before our lease was up and we were about to move. Then it popped into my mind-The Joint Account.
I drove immediately to check it...too late. everything was gone. everything. In a few minutes I managed to lose all my money, my apartment lease was up, I lost my job due to my illness, my dog, and this man who I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. My world was turned upside down.
Come to find out after talking to several of our coworkers-we had worked at the same place-he had put in a THREE week notice on his job and his last day had been the day before he left me. And he had planned me taking my medication so that I wouldn't hear him leaving. He planned everything down to him getting dressed in his work clothes that morning.
Also, everything about his mother being abusive was a lie. And his past relationships had been lies. Instead of his heart being broken, he is the one who left them. As soon as I confronted him about the lies and the betrayal-not knowing if any part of our relationship had been real...he completely stopped all contact with me. He changed his number and moved again to some unknown place. He didn't even finish moving out of our apartment. He left his pipe, his checkbook, the bed, and several small things including some clothing. He never came back for any of it. He disappeared off the radar.
He took everything from me. And now I'm left wondering how I will ever trust any man in my future. It's a horrible experience to go through...loosing everything you have, losing the man you love, not having answers for anything, and knowing that none of it was actually real. I think the worst is knowing that he doesn't feel any guilt for what he has done. I hope that others learn the signs of a sociopath and very carefully observe who they are with before they completely let someone into their life.
clmoore 18-21, F 9 Responses 2 Dec 18, 2012