I am a logical person. I am not a lifelong deeply religious person as I only returned to the church after BD. I don't speak about my religious views here or elsewhere.
However,
I do believe in evil. I see it and spend time with it daily in my work. My clients murder, rape, molest children, and sell drugs. I have interviewed nationally and internationally known serial killers. Yes, some are mentally ill. That fact has nothing to do with whether or not they are evil.
Just as the idea that a person is in MLC does not preclude the person from having an evil darkside. If your spouse does not have an evil darkside or you have not seen it, count yourself lucky. I saw my former husbands darkside. I saw evil.
My former husband was a brilliant doctor and a career Marine. He was kind and loving and gentle. Sure he had his faults but he was not a violent man and certainly not with me or his mother.
That all changed with his MLC.
We were on the phone and he was screaming at me. His mother asked him to be quiet in her home, and he threw her to the ground and stepped over her on his way out the door. She was 79 at the time. This was the mother he worshiped. She was the best cook. He split his time off between her and our home. Literally. He bought her elaborate presents. He worried about her health. He was one big mama's boy. But he threw her to the ground. I heard him do it. I called his brother. His brother found his mother on the floor crying. She said she fell. Fell on both sides of her face. Fell on to a shoe that put a bruise in the shape of a shoe sole on her side. Sure, she fell. Sure.
Now is that evil? Not in and of itself. Ugly yes. A crime yes.
For me:
Until you have been there and have seen what I saw, don't tell me its mental illness. It wasn't.
Don't tell me it has anything to do with the century we are in because it does not.
Reading from a book is not the same as personal experience.
I know the exact date I lost the fight with the devil over my ex.
I was there.
I saw it with my own eyes.
MLC is an identity issue. For me, the crisis comes first and the health problems are a secondary result. That's why I am not a believer in the neuro theory. My husband, as a member of the military, had yearly physicals. His hormones were not out of wack. He had brain scans and nothing was amiss. He had blood tests and nothing was amiss. He had 19 weeks of counseling with psychiatrists, psychologists, and other evaluators. Nothing. He was tested for everything from Huntington's Disease to heavy metal poisoning to PTSD and everything in between. He saw doctors well versed in mental illness who found nothing. We had the money to pay for the best and did. Both civilian and military experts. Psychological exams were compulsory and later of his own free will. He cooperated since they had nothing to do with me or reconciling. Nobody could find anything wrong with him.
The battle was over 2 weeks. I wont relate it all, and I never have. I saw things that are just too private to share.
He was normal at first. Normal for MLC. He kept explaining to me why we couldn't be together, our differences, etc. Rational, reasonable. As the days passed, the conversation ended. We slipped in to a pattern of just having fun. He slept on the couch while I slept in the bed. We made plans, socialized, worked out together, ate together, all just normal. Then I awakened one night to find him standing in the doorway to my bedroom. He hadn't even turned on the hall light. It was just after 3 am and completely dark. My female dog growled and that's what awakened me. Ex was standing in the doorway talking to himself. Over and over he said, "I don't want to do that." Pause. "I have to do it." Pause. "I know I have to." And a bunch of other things. But the bottom line was he was arguing with himself over hurting me at least. I shook off the sleep as my dogs both began growling loudly and sitting up. I grabbed them and yelled, "Get your a$$ out of here or I will blow your a$$ out the door. (He knew I keep a gun by the table.) He turned around and shuffled back to the couch to sleep. He walked as though he were in a trance except that his head was down.
The next morning we went to the gym. At the gym he began acting strange. He was very competitive with guys in their 20's. He was spotting me on an exercise and let the weights fall on my neck. I shoved them off me and fell to the floor. He stood over me looking at me with a strange odd stiffness to him. Interested, curious, as I gasped for breath. But no feeling, no concern. (I've seen the same look on serial killers face's.) Another guy ran over and helped me up. Ex screamed at him to get his hands off me. The guy backed away. Then ex went over and began another exercise. He was lifting extreme amounts of weight, so heavy I couldn't spot him since the weights lifted me off the ground. The exercise is an iron cross type in which the arms are extended to the sides like a crucifixion. He just kept adding more and more weights. He kept making these sounds at me like snarling. I stood back far away just watching. When he completed the whole set, he came stalking over to me. He got nose to nose with me and yelled, "Did you see that? What do you think of your Jesus now? I held my own weight plus in the air. What do you think of your Jesus now? That killed him. I am alive." I shook my head and began backing away. He grabbed me by the upper arms and shook me so hard my teeth rattled. He just kept yelling, "What do you think of your Jesus now? I should be your God." As he repeated this, his face was bright red, spit flew from his mouth, and his eyes were dark and dead. I finally had enough and snarled at him to let me go, that I wasn't impressed and I wanted to leave as everyone was staring at us. A switch flipped and he slid back to normal almost as he noted the counter man was dialing the police. He walked off with a stiff back, and shaking, veins sticking out everywhere, eyes dilated and the whites all red and blood shot. He had a strange body odor as well, not normal sweaty, but strong. His speech was strange, a different tone, hissing, lips back, teeth barred. I wiped the spit off my face and left. We rode home in silence. The towel he used to shower turned crusty and the pattern faded by evening. The lab said it was salt. I was treated for two blisters on each arm the next day, just where he held me.
Ex slept 5 hours after that which is very unusual as the man never once slept during the day in all the years we were together. He could hardly sleep at night like a normal person.
Ex has no memory of that time. He denied it until he saw camera footage.
As to names he began calling me "Mommy" and tried to demand I called him Dr. X. (his name). I declined. When the police came to get him much later in my story it took 4 officers to subdue him with tasers, and he still fought. All 4 went to the hospital for treatment. When the military came for him they brought 6 soldiers. They needed every one of them.
No doctor as yet has found an explanation for his behavior during those two weeks. An FBI profiler compared him to a specific serial killer who underwent an exorcism and became a productive member of society. Another psychiatrist said he had a psychotic break, but has no explanation for why it has never happened again, the lack of physical indicators or lingering effects. My bishop and my priest met him during this time. Bishop D threw up and my Priest was so shaken he cried and said, "A devil can also spout scripture with great sincerity. Stay away from him as his soul is lost." The only people he reacted to so strongly were myself, my priest, and my bishop.
Even Heart's Blessing told me to stay away from him as he is dangerous to my soul and my safety. I think I am the only person she has ever advised to not stand under any circumstance as she believes he is evil.
That's the short story. You all call it what you want. You weren't there. I was.
Lp
if people won’t listen to you, there’s no point in talking to people. If they won’t listen, you’re just banging your head against a wall.
Sadly Ive used up all the time I had allotted to spend banging my head on the wall