realme, I thought I would re-post this first email I received from my h, two months after he vanished. Remember, he took all our money (20k) leaving me with nothing, and our 6 month old son to look after. I was utterly traumatised, didn't sleep for weeks, lost three stone and to my great shame had my son removed from me at one point (for three nights) because I broke down completely.
This is full-blown NPD - it is all about him. It is mad. Fantasy. Weird shit! He is making it all up. Actually he was shagging prostitutes, getting drunk, scuba diving and enrolling on a Tesol course.
It blew me apart because even in my suffering I felt sorry for him. I did not know the extent of his lying until many months later - at the time I received this I was worried that he had indeed lost his mind and needed my help. I felt guilty.
We had been together 7 years and married for 5. This man is 42 when he writes this.
Narcissistic Personality Disorder exists on a spectrum...your h may not be as bonkers as mine. But on any level they are hell to deal with.
Read this and gasp. I can laugh at it now. But I am fourteen months down the line. I post this again only to try and help you know that you are not alone in this! And that these head-cases really do try to fuck with your mind.
You will recover enough one day to be vaguely amused by your stupid h and his mad, mind-defying antics....
Here goes:
From: .co.uk
To: unlikely
Sent: Tue, 5 Aug 2008 4:39
Sorry I didn't reply. Have been nowhere near internet connection.
Perhaps my useless family, who all have my email address and yet have not tried
to make contact can pick up my stuff.
I wrote this for you. But have no 'new life'. Am not even in Thailand.
You want to know how I am. Well, I?m working voluntarily for a small NGO in a
tiny village deep in the K5 minebelt in Cambodia. That?s physically where I am.
Psychically, of course it?s a different matter. I have to tell people that I
have a hypertrophy problem with my tear ducts because I have tears running down
my cheeks in the day. All I do is think about ds and you, and try to get
through the pain in my heart from the grief and shock of what happened. Really,
I?m living in a hellworld ? one of my own making of course in which I?m no
longer really a human being. I?m really just a broken shell. Dead. In the
evenings, when I?m not working and there?s too much time, I wander around in
the minebelt (though I often get stopped by kindly villagers). Then, I have to
drink whisky to sleep as I?ve run out of the supply of heavy-duty sleeping
tablets I brought from Phnom Penh. Even so, in the night, the demons come.
Usually at about 3am I?m woken by terrible dreams about being robbed, beaten,
hijacked, enslaved and being powerless to act.
Really, I just want to die. How can I be a father to ds now? All I wanted
was to live with you, be a good father, and be at peace. I absolutely loathed
teaching (not the interaction with the kids, but the fucking paperwork and
endless marking that I always tried to avoid). Even so, I?d have done it
without complaining for another 20 years if it supported us. You never got just
how physically draining it was anyway.
And from reading Alice Miller I realize it?s
nowhere near as simple as merely NPD. The source is different.
I shared with you the only times I had without debilitating fear and insecurity, albeit they were brief. For five years I was running to catch up, trying to be the man you
wanted, desperately trying ? and failing miserably, of course ? to claw back
the respect I knew was eroding beneath me. And at every downward turn lurked a
damning sense of failure. The equation is complex and I won?t go into it here,
but that?s what led to the internet stuff. I mean, that was meaningless in the
real world as nothing, of course, has happened. No liaisons at all.
The paradox is that despite the failures and the insecurities I loved and love you with
every cell of me. You were and are my soul. Sexual contact with anyone else is
a physical impossibility. A woman tried to kiss me in a bar in Phnom Penh some
weeks ago and I vomited all over the bar and all over her. I had to pay for her
clothes to be cleaned.
I don?t know what to do. Being a cipher is my lot perhaps. I?m still in shock.
I?ve lost everything. Is it just that I have thrown it away? If I can?t have you and ds, then I want nothing. And that is what I now have.
It?s over. Not being able to be the husband you needed, how could I be the
father ds needed? I can?t go through what happened with the girls again.
Not that. It has killed me. How can I describe what it is like seeing fathers
with their sons? It tears me to shreds.
I have to send this now. I?ve been sick twice since I started writing it. I
don?t know what I?m going to do. I am lost.
So sorry. You never deserved my shit. At least you have ds.
And you will always have my love.
Funny that..because a full MONTH earlier he had sent this email to some 'girl' he had met - presumably not one in the NGO he was staggering around weeping.
Here it is - short but sweet.
12 July 2008 05:10:34
To: navylady
From: .co.uk
Thank you for your email address. Please keep in touch. Where have you gone and how long will you be there? It is a shame that I missed you as I think you are the most beautiful girl in all Cambodia.
Please email me back soon.
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Honestly, you have to laugh!