Part 1 of 3
I once believed myself to be an intelligent and self-assured woman. With a college education and a prestigious job in Brussels, I was well-respected and financially secure. I was even elected the president of the social welfare department in my hometown—an impressive role second only to the mayor.
After ending a tumultuous relationship with an alcoholic, I found myself single at 31, yearning for a family as my biological clock ticked. In my quest for companionship, I met a man named Jake, a self-employed hairdresser with a complicated past. At just 16, he had eloped with a woman significantly older than him, abandoning her three children. When we crossed paths, he was divorced and living off a wealthy girlfriend who financed his salon—a facade of success that masked deep-seated debts.
Jake was the epitome of charm: good-looking, humorous, and the life of the party. However, he was also known for his womanizing ways. When he began to pursue me, I felt flattered but also uneasy. Jake had a smooth way with words, often shedding tears and claiming that all misfortunes in his life were due to others. He seemed to understand my innermost thoughts and desires, mirroring them back to me.
Caught in an emotional whirlwind, I fell deeply in love. Jake moved in with me, and our relationship quickly turned into a tumultuous ride. Some days were blissful, while others were filled with despair. His unpredictable mood swings left me drained, as he hurled insults at me, sowing seeds of doubt about my self-worth and friendships. I began to question everything he said, believing his lies over my instincts.
His jealousy was suffocating, constantly accusing me of infidelity while he was the one engaging in promiscuous behavior. I financially supported him, sharing my resources under the belief that we were a team. He had access to my credit cards, used them to buy a car, clothes, and even a horse, all while partying without me.
His controlling nature manifested in constant calls and texts throughout my workday, demanding to know what I was doing and who I was with. My friends and family began expressing concern about his treatment of me, and occasionally, I mustered the strength to confront him.
At one point, he declared he needed space to “think” about our future. He moved into a small house in the countryside, which I furnished for him, unaware that this would allow him to invite other women into his life. When he claimed to be attending therapy, I later discovered he was actually enjoying a luxury spa retreat with a mistress.
Despite my hopes that becoming parents would change him, his behavior only worsened. When I became pregnant, he threw me to the ground in a drunken rage, demonstrating the first of many instances of physical abuse. He manipulated my emotions, asserting that I would never leave him due to my pregnancy, and bragged about his deviousness and lack of remorse for his actions.
I kept convincing myself that love could change him, believing that supporting him would reveal the good within. I even helped him start a chocolate business, thinking it would keep him grounded and provide for our family. But things only deteriorated.
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As I recount my experiences, I realize I will never be the same.
Stay tuned for Part 2, where I delve deeper into the challenges of starting a business with a sociopath.