Chloe's story

Grossot--I think you should make a NEW POST with that idea!! DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!!!!!!!! EXPOSE THE darkness!!!!!!!!! You can use my info!!!!!!! Where do I sign????? LOL All Fired Up!!!

Oh you're thinking I'm one of THOSE X-tians... No - I follow Scripture ONLY. I don't worship on Sunday, I don't celebrate Christmas, Easter or any other Pagan holiday. I follow the Sacred scriptures... I FOLLOW the TRUE CHRIST of Scripture. All the X-tians you probably know are serving the WRONG ONE. Blind guides Leading Millions into a Pit of Ignorance. I have NOTHING to do with them or their customs. I am not of a "Denomination" or "Non-Denomination" What they teach is CRAP!! Not scriptural. I am attempting to follow Scripture = I'm moving toward true repentance = Period the END. I appreciate your heart - But I have no need to look any further ~ I know now I have found the Well of Life. And I Don't Proselytize. That's God's Job = No Worries ;) XO PS. Hey... I read your story about your childhood last night and made a comment but today I can't find it. It was titled "Do Narcs attract Evil" or something like that... Did I say too much and you removed it? All Fired Up!!!

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Thank you for your kind words, all of you. I just want to comment on the "other woman." It wasn't long when my ex-husband had gone on the prowl (for a lack of a better way of putting it). I want to say that prior to my divorce, there was a man who entered my life (as a friend/confidante--later my life partner), who made me take a longer look at myself and realize my fragility, but long before him, I questioned, tollerated, cried, complained, voiced (tried to on deaf ears), screamed, prayed, and compensated for my loss of a partner, I not only felt, but was very alone, my family were extremely self-centered, and they too were deaf when it came to my words, (one scene of many) "I know, honey, just ignore him!" was what my mother would say, before she went back to the book she was reading. When I left (thrown out and locks changed), I was completely stunned and numb; going through the motions in an awakened-comatose state. My sons were all I thought about, night and day. They were (at the time), 16 and 19 years old. It was like pulling teeth for them to stay with me; (they had a beautiful home, their friends were there, and they didn't want to upset their apple cart). I was literally devastated. I remember my very expensive divorce attorney stating, "In all my years in this business, I have never had a person across my desk who didn't want a divorce---until I met you." Divorce? Out of the question. My parents were divorced when I was six years old. I didn't want that for my sons. I reeked family, I wanted a family, and for twenty-three years, I fought for that family, but while doing that, all I was was the DO-ER FOR THEM! There was no intimacy, only anger and discust at me for being me; this is what my sons would see as an example of a husband. Was I being fair to even my sons, letting them witness this? This was not the way a woman and man should live. I was always questioning and thinking and at times (most often), not dealing. Well, finally, the divorce was inevitable. During this time, I had to gather any kind of information that I could about our finances. I found a briefcase of my husband's, my son let me in for some things of mine when dad was not home. In that briefcase I found a letter to me from him, in-between his legal paper work. When I began to read it I was totally mystified, as it was the first time that I had ever seen that letter (to me). I was puzzled, for my husband had written me two letters since our split; both being very business like with bullets (like I was his client), never before had he ever written anything to me with such emotion, nor show it. Then suddenly, it dawned on me. I was informed from my own son, that the attorney my husband had, had told him that she had a friend, who too was going through a divorce (from a nut-case), and who had a lot of money, yaddi-yadda-yadda, and when this was all over, she wanted to fix him up. Putting two and two together, and while not knowing about Narcissism, but intuitively knowing it, I realized that my ex-husband wrote that letter to me, never ever intending on giving it to me, but for the own sake of his attorney to see, so she could get a glimpse of this "wounded soul of a man" who was doing everything to keep his wife. He was making me look like this wicked woman who left him and his sons for another man, and him the loving, doting, caring, broken-hearted husband/father who was simply shattered over the loss of his family, "victimization and projection on to me." After reading that letter, I took a big red magic marker and wrote: "IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF YOU HAD GIVEN THIS TO ME!!!" He went WILD! He Raged like no tomorrow. Of course he did, because what I said had credence---he was caught. Well, my ex-husband was indeed fixed up. And in-between that "fix-up" was one woman who was made to look like a crazy maniac----ME. He did everything, everything in his power to destroy me and make me look like the looney tune that he really was, even having my own family as his allies. It was the most painful time in my life. He did everything from blocking me from , hanging up on me (like I was an animal), in front of his family, friends, and children to hiring a detective to follow me around, meanwhile, he refused to give me my clothing for three years, while he let it sit in the moldy basement unprotected. Soon after, girlfriend became wife #2. "Say hello to your stepmother," with no care about their feelings what-so-ever. I was outraged! My sons were starting to see the much bigger picture (after the storm). He had already changed the locks on them while they were in college, because he didn't want them coming home and having parties while he was away on business--meaning that now they didn't have the home they grew up in, they were always with me throughout, however, I had moved to the state where they went to college, and my house was under construction over broken water pipes. Now, dear ol' daddy and his new wife took up home at her house (longer story for another chapter), and rapidly, "her family," suddenly became his, as if he implanted the seed, his "real" family was left behind to only be around when he needed them---and I was better than dead, I simply never existed; "If your mother calls you in my presence, don't you dare pick up that phone!" is what he would say to my sons, even seven years later. So, there she was, Wife #2; arrogant as him, puffed up with all she had, and going through the motions like she was the "true" one and only. Today, he is unraveling ever so slowly. His mask is drooping. I hear that she is noticing things that she was blind to see before. Already she hates members of his family. And ironically, my very dear friends live next door to them. I learned from them that dear ol' ex-husband was suing them about property issues---he lost! He was literally raging like a maniac to the neighbors about nonsense; maybe he wasn't comfortable YET to rage in front of his "new" family. So, today, she is going through the motions. He is the camilian, doing things for her and for her family. He flies to visit her daughter's dorm, yet never once spent time nor even saw his own son's dorms. After my beloved father-in-law passed away, and I was not welcome to the wake; "while your prayers are welcome, your presence is NOT!" And his own family (mine for 23 years) treated me "less than," I suddenly felt FREE. I went to the church to pay my respects to grandpa, walked out, and never looked back. Today, I feel sorry for wife #2 because, like me, she is in the house of mirrors, a maze with reflections everywhere she goes, and unless she finds the exit, she is lost in that lonely life of being truly unloved, sucked dry with no reflection of thy own self.