I think I dated a psychopath?

[MrsSpoonerism]

(I know the term is becoming obsolete now).

We've split up now. She split up with me.

I am just interested.

She told me that she left me because she knows I deserve love, and she can't give it. In her words she 'Couldn't love anyone-she couldn't even love her own children'.
She tried to kill me once (I think) violently. She has said she'd disappointed with this, she thought she'd get more of a psychological thrill or high, than she did once she'd done it.
Those two instances-but other things are less monumental. E.G I once arranged a bit of an evening out for her and one of her children and she didn't fancy it. Her son really did, so I said 'come on, won't be for long I'll just get us some dinner, couple of drinks then home'. She said okay, and then said to me 'Remember, I didn't want to go'. She then caused a major upset that night, really upsetting her child (and me).

There are several things like that.

I posted this in 'site stuff' by mistake originally

She'd said she'd had some sort of 'rage blackout' (not her words, I cannot remember exactly but something such as) and didn't know what she was doing, whether it was that or not so I cannot be certain.

I think I get where you’re coming from @MrsSpoonerism
I went out with a man for about 6 -7 months many years ago and your post made me think of him. Something off and very odd about his personality. Strange things he did, one was deliberately sabotaging a trip we’d made ( I paid) thousands of miles by road. When I had to explain to my friends why we’d left their holiday home they’d lent us suddenly ( because he started up arguments over imaginary incidents) I phoned and said his child in the UK had been taken to hospital we were dashing back. He went berserk in the car, swerving around and screaming his child could die now because I’d made up a story involving him…… I got out the car saying I’d fly home, he ran after me, picked me up over his shoulder and ran back to the car with me screaming. Drivers hooting, shouting they were calling police.
He told so many lies that when I found out one thing he’d told me was true I was gobsmacked. Worst of all was he disappeared one weekend, couldn’t be contacted. Following week told me he’d gone to a city about 100 miles away. Wouldn’t say why, who’d he’d seen, where he’d stayed. Didn’t even attempt to make up a story, just seemed very flat about it. A young woman was murdered in that city that weekend. At the time I didn’t connect the two but years later there was a cold case review, which I read about in the news. I contacted police involved, was contacted twice by detectives and I gave them all the information about him I could remember. Case is still unsolved.
No idea what he’d be labelled as —- fantasist (Mitty type) introduced me to people who were “friends for years” ( turned out he’d known them a week or two or met them once years before) and liked to pick petty arguments to sabotage events.
Rarely think of him now of course but I do wonder if he was somehow involved in the murder of that young woman. I have found just thinking about him writing this disturbing. As if there was more going on with him than I realised. So I get why you feel disturbed? Upset? Discombobulated? too.

I am so sorry to hear that-he sounds worse than my ex!
It just leaves an unclosed door in one's mind sometimes, and having other's opinions can help, even discussing it and revealing what about it still affects you is to me, a form of therapy.
I hope that case is resolved, could be coincidence of course but our gut instincts are often right.

Sorry, missed this one.

Tried to throttle me on the landing, eventually picked me up by my neck and threw me (facing backwards) down the stairs. Stairs were steep and straight down, wood, no corner etc-old tall Victorian terrace. Not carpeted nor was the kitchen where I landed. I was very lucky that I didn't land on my head. Was in a lot of pain following it, for weeks but luckily okay other than chronic pain that I take cocodomol for now.