Not long ago, one of my siblings who has been in possession of my mother‘s phone since she died shared with me a text exchange between my mother and my former husband that began right after BD and lasted right up until the day before he moved out without telling me. It was disgusting but I’m by now fairly numb to the cruelty. (Picture your spouse sitting down with Regina George from Mean Girls and creating your “burn book” page together - that’s what their conversations were like.) But the funny—not funny ha ha, but funny-you have to laugh so you don’t go insane—part is that in their texts, he first said to her a version of a statement he would months later write to me in a vile 7 page letter that I still have but never look at:
“She wants to talk about facts, but this isn’t about facts, it’s about FEELINGS!”
I know he was a narcissist who simply ramped up his narcissism, but I honestly can’t think of a more MLC statement than that. “My delusional lies are MY TRUTH, therefore they are true, regardless of the actual truth.”
Gosh, I haven’t thought about these in a long time. Among the many inexcusable things he ranted at me for after BD were:
Having plastic hubcaps instead of rims (he was “embarrassed” whenever he had to borrow my car),
Being “too generous” (I made meals for our elderly neighbors and sometimes did their shopping),
Watching Dateline (I was apparently trying to learn ways to off him 🤔)
And keeping my hair very short (he NEVER knew me with long hair, I had a pixie when we met).
And here’s one that still makes me laugh at the way he screamed it like it was the worst sin imaginable:
You did your own makeup (at our wedding)!
I mean, if that isn’t proof of *whatever he was trying to prove* I don’t know what is. 🙄
I could probably come up with 100 more off the top of my head. A lot of it was to throw me off the scent of the destruction he was causing behind my back. And a lot of it was pure projection. There were small snowflakes of truth at times; they were hard to find in the crushing avalanche of dishonesty, manipulation and cruelty. I sorted out what was truly mine at the appropriate time through therapy.
Someday hopefully you’ll be able to laugh at most of it, but until then, please don’t spend even one minute of your precious life trying to interpret or read between the lines or find the hidden meaning of anything they are saying. There is none. Any meaning we assigned to the rambling is meaning that comes from within US, from what we hope is true or from what we fear is true. When people are safe, they are not puzzles we have to solve. And we all deserve to be safe.
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🎶People who change for no reason at all
It's happening all of the time… 🎶
The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you shall be free. ~ Margaret Atwood