When will I find it within myself to forgive?
I encountered a man who exuded charm while lecturing at a local dog boarding facility. Over the course of a year, I attended his training sessions and observed him assisting numerous individuals. He spoke highly of his academic background and shared insights from his scientific research. We formed a friendship, with me often seeking his advice, which he generously provided. I felt a spark of attraction but kept it to myself.
One day, he confessed his feelings for me, and I was flattered. A whirlwind romance ensued, and before long, we were cohabitating. I brought my three dogs and a significant amount of savings into the relationship, while he owned little more than an old car and a breeding program for detection dogs. He appeared kind to others in the dog community, yet was sexually assertive with me in a way I had never experienced. He promised loyalty and shared my love for animals, and I believed everything was perfect.
As time passed, I began to make excuses for his behavior—his drinking binges, erratic mood swings, and cruelty toward animals. Gradually, I lost friends without realizing it, as he took control of every aspect of my life. The more people I lost, the more space he occupied. I found myself accepting his distorted versions of the truth, repeating them until they became my own beliefs.
Having previously worked in the jewelry industry, I financed a jeweler business for us both, believing it would be a fresh start. We relocated to a small town after he claimed to have made enemies in our previous community. I accepted every excuse he offered.
The situation worsened. Dogs went missing, and he would harm animals for minor infractions. Whenever I questioned his actions, he would lash out, telling me to mind my own business. His temper escalated, and he oscillated between kindness and cruelty. He would provoke me, making me say something insignificant, only to later use it against me in long, exhausting lectures. I lived in constant fear of setting him off.
I turned a blind eye to his actions. He monitored my phone calls, and work became my only refuge, allowing me to interact with customers without his interference. Our finances dwindled as he pursued one unrealistic business idea after another, neglecting our shop. I noticed his flirtations with other women in the dog community but chose to ignore them.
Deep down, I knew he was seducing others. When a mutual friend began to pursue him, I stumbled upon explicit correspondence that left me in shock. At that moment, I confronted him, and his reaction was explosive. My life felt like it was in slow motion, and I froze, questioning why I didn’t leave or call for help. I endured his abuse, including emotional torture and threats of violence. His satisfaction in my pain was evident; he took pleasure in my suffering.
Eventually, he left me for that mutual friend. I discovered emails revealing that he had been scheming to leave me for some time, planning how to secure my money and property. Ironically, that day marked my liberation. I had endured a life of complete control and manipulation. Although I felt a sense of freedom, I was lost and unsure of how to navigate my new reality.
After he left, he inundated me with messages, demanding I express my feelings. I was overwhelmed, managing a home filled with responsibilities and a business. I resolved to cut off all communication, leading to an onslaught of abusive messages from him. I changed my contact information and blocked him from every platform.
The first 14 months after our breakup felt like a heavy burden of lies, leaving me confused and traumatized. I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, lost weight, and suffered from nightmares.
Eventually, I learned shocking truths about this man; he had a criminal record and had been in psychiatric facilities. His education was minimal, another layer of deceit. Today, he owns more dogs than ever and has access to firearms, still entangled in the academic world with a website showcasing his fabricated credentials, which I have chosen not to view.
Now, two and a half years post-relationship, I have dealt with legal proceedings he initiated against me and our business. I have sought counseling and made strides toward healing. I refuse to let my past dictate my future, although I still grapple with guilt over the losses I incurred due to his manipulation.
Gradually, I am reconstructing my life. While I may not have close relationships yet, my loyal dogs offer comfort and companionship. I have embarked on a new career in a supportive environment, and some friends have returned to my life. Though I am not wholly healed, each day, I am piecing my life back together.
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