I can't seem to find the meme that says, "If you love something, take all that you can get from it for as long as you can. Lie. Cheat. Steal. If it is stupid enough to still believe you love it, go to a Magistrate and spin a fantastic story of lies to have it involuntarily committed to a mental hospital, then spin a tale to a judge to get yourself a restraining order, thus rendering it homeless if & when it is released as a ward of the state. Make the story so grandiose that you can effectively "legally" steal every single possession from it and keep it as your own. If it still holds love for you, show your true heartless & narcissistic soul by fabricating human emotions and "cry wolf" to law enforcement officials by claiming the Big, Bad Wolf is "stalking" you. Even if it is hundreds, or even thousands of miles away, play the terrified victim to ensure that you keep the loot you stole from it by taking out a warrant for its arrest, giving you ownership of everything and delivering the fatal blow to finally destroy its life."
Yes, I'm still naturally angry. After almost 4 months I am still homeless. I am still broke. I own nothing other than my clothes and my car. And now it seems I am a fugitive because of more lies spewed forth from a very sick individual. But I haven't cried myself to sleep in over 2 weeks. I have friends holding me up and loving me to keep my feet moving forward. And I have myself. She has not beaten me. She's broken me and left incredibly deep scars, but she has not won.
I now have two ex-wives and now an ex-fiancé. You must be thinking, "It's not them, it's you!" And I agree. It is me...
I'm an empath. My nature is to save & rescue. I think that is a noble quality in myself. But it is also a major flaw in my character. And a narcissist is my Kryptonite. Especially when that narcissist is a sociopath who perfectly plays the role of a victim.
And she got me! Big tits, blonde hair, batting long eyelashes over her doe eyes... She blinded me. Her beauty and her tale of woe sucked me right in. I gave her everything I had for 3 years. I gave her my heart, soul, love, and life. I provided for this woman. I provided for her children. I always felt like I finally made off with the prom queen. Well the prom queen made off with everything I had, and I stand here a jester of the queen's court. The fool...
I don't know what makes me feel worse - that I lost everything to her, or that I was taken in by the oldest con on earth played on the human male...
But a friend told me that maybe the reason I was made to lose everything was the Universe's way of forcing me to trust myself implicitly, and get back on the road leading to my dreams that I'd wandered off of for 15 years. I like to think that is the lesson to be learned in all of this. So, I will now surrender to the harsh lessons from the Universe and work to become a better student of Its teachings.
And lesson #1 is to beware of big breasted blondes!!! 😉
