Im_always_fine's Story

Constant Hypochondria

When I met him he often bitterly recounted how his x wife had refused to come the hospital when his body shed it's stomach lining (from the stress of their break up of course) He would lift his shirt and show me his surgical scar. He'd stopped eating during their break-up and experienced rapid and severe weight loss. He tells the story from a paradigm of his pain and her cold blood.

Also that when he had to destroy his dog that he'd called and called her from the vet but she refused to return his calls. After he left the vet he drove to her condo and stood outside sobbing and wailing but she wouldn't let him in.

I soon realized that he LOVED being sick because it was an excuse to take pain killers which in turn PROVED that he was sick. He takes some kind of pills EVERY day. For a head ache. His sore neck. A bad knee. His stomach ache. But he doesn't JUST take them. He becomes animated...opens cupboards loudly...he rattles the pill bottle to ensure that every one knows HE'S GOING TO TAKE SOME PILLS NOWWWW...hoping someone will ask if he's sick or in pain. He recently admitted to taking his son's Benzadrine (the 16 year old has mild Aspergers)Bennies as they are known on the streets are speeders...an amphetimine...with serious side effects. So hypocritical since his sister died of a drug overdose and the other was seriously disabled in drug deal gone wrong and is on methadone.

About 7 months in I had noticed that if someone in the house coughed...so did he...only louder and longer. And he never just coughs...he FORCES it to make sure everyone knows that he is suffering...even those first little morning clearing coughs..when you're not sick.

And this is good one. Apparently his vasectomy went bad. He can't be aroused and not be attended to. His DOCTOR warned him that it was very dangerous as he is the only person who can truly get blue balls. And if he wants it and I don't...I'm CRUELLY causing him untold misery and he may need to go to the doctor. Did I mention that he is a pathological liar?

There was also an incident in the first summer. I liked to work around the yard as the sun was going down as it was cooler. There was a concrete walk that ran from the front door down the side of the house and around the corner. I was at the open front door and he was about 15 feet away at the corner of the house. As I went into the house I saw him in my peripheral vision drop quietly to the ground. I came back out a moment later. He was lying on his back with his hands over his face, his body shaking. I thought he was laughing. I walked over to him wondering what was so funny...I bent over him and laughed as I said,"What are you doing?" He pulled his hands from his face to show me his tear soaked face. He said,"I fell." I KNEW immediately that he had not...I saw him lower himself to the concrete...he's 6'2"..I'd have heard him fall...or felt it...I was standing on the same slab as him. I said," What? I thought you were laughing?" He writhed in "pain" wailing out loud(for effect I guess) Obviously I hadn't been as sympathetic as he had hoped. I felt my face flush. There was no way I could indulge this charade. I told him to get up off the ground. He did so with incredible histrionics! I was angry and insulted and walked away as he limped and cried out. Finally he managed to drag himself up the stairs and into the living room. I went into the kitchen. About 20 minutes later I heard him on the stairs heading out the front door. So I watched closely from the kitchen window as he strode without a hint of lameness to out into the yard to get something from his jeep. He practically skipped back to the house. Yet once he hit the stairs he was limping and hopping on one foot...grunting...and sighing in agony.

When I was first bringing him around my friends I took him to my oldest and best friend's house. She has a gorgeous back terrace where she drives balls into the back 40. She and I were standing at the house watching him set up balls and drive. At one point he lowered the gold club to his side where it brushed his ankle (he was not swinging it) He suddenly he curled up, lifting his foot like a lame horse. His face twisted in pain, he grabbed himself as if he had to pee. He carried on and on as if he'd cracked his ankle with the club. As I stood with my friend watching all of this unfold she turned her back to him and said,"What the hell is that all about?" I snickered, shrugged and just shook my head. "But he didn't even hit himself." she said. "I know."I said. She...like me...didn't take the bait. Another time at her house...her 2 boys...my boy...and the NARC's boy and her, me and him were playing road hockey in her driveway. It was at night and we were all wearing coats. Her hockey stick grazed his son's coat. The boy was perfectly fine until the Narc dropped his stick and ran to his son(who was 12)crying! "Are you all right?!!" He wrapped his arms around his son and now the 2 of them were BOTH CRYING!! He held him and rocked him in his lap as if he was dying...they both sobbed like his arm had been cut off. They searched for a mark! There had to be a bruise..a scrape!. But there was none...nothing...not even on the coat. My beautiful friend was embarrassed...I rolled my eyes at her. It was pathetic!

He can cry on cue...and does. If we are arguing in bed at night in the dark and I haven't picked up on his sniffing and weeping(impossible to miss)...he will come in for a "hug" from on top of course and let his tears drip onto my face. Which just infuriates me...he says I'm cold and unfeeling. I say he's insincere and phony.

I did throw him out once but he had a hard time finding a place to live so he remained in the house for another month. During that time he dropped over 30 lbs. He said that his it was from grief. After he moved out I was going to return to training at the gym. I went to the cupboard to dig out an unopened bottle of thermogens. It was a 90 pill bottle. There were 2 left...hence his rapid weight loss. He'd abused them and was willing to potentially harm himself for ATTENTION.

He loves hospitals...doctors...sickness...funerals...pills...

I found some(100's)emails last August between him and his REMARRIED x wife. He's been sneaking around with her for 2 years(and many other women) Taking days off work to go to Vancouver and she was coming over here. He has a small lump on his elbow. He's scheduled for surgery (elective) to have it removed. It's just some hard cartilage. Much of their correspondence was about his being "afraid of dying" His "cancer tests" HE FAKED CANCER!! He MILKED it and manipulated her!!

It's constant...his craving for attention and how low he'll stoop to get it. Feigning illness or injury...his or his dogs..or his kids. ALWAYS the hapless victim of some cold blooded cruel woman who won't attend to his pain.