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Editor’s note: The following account comes from a reader who wishes to remain anonymous. The names used in this narrative are fictitious to protect the identities of those involved.
My story is anything but straightforward; it’s a convoluted and painful journey that defies traditional storytelling. Therefore, I’ll share the events in the order in which the truths unfolded for me.
She stood there, tall and noticeably overweight, her smile almost challenging. As she settled into the chair, I felt a strange familiarity with Alice, although I was certain I had never met her before. This encounter took place in the early 1990s when I was in my late twenties, grappling with the aftermath of a significant mental health crisis. I was on unpaid sick leave from my job in law enforcement, struggling with what my psychiatrist labeled schizoaffective disorder. The combination of illness and heavy medication left me feeling lost in my own body; I barely recognized myself as I gained weight and battled debilitating side effects.
Family members took advantage of my vulnerable state, coercing me out of my car, savings, and autonomy. I was still years away from realizing my mother’s role in my suffering. After my father’s passing when I was six, my mother’s true nature became evident, and I would come to understand that love which requires earning is inherently flawed.
Alice bore a striking resemblance to my mother—similar temperament, values, and a façade of devoutness that masked her true self. A qualified counselor by profession, Alice worked part-time for a large company and also at a local convenience store, which struck me as an odd combination for someone of her credentials. She spoke of a past in competitive racing but offered few details.
When my sister introduced us, she referred to her as Alice Upton. I later learned she frequently switched between her maiden name, Upton, and her married name, Turner, often within the same day. Barbara and Alice quickly became inseparable, sharing laughter and mischief, which made me uneasy.
As coincidences piled up, I discovered that Alice’s husband had grown up just two doors down from my childhood home, a fact that deepened my suspicions. Barbara was trapped in an unhappy marriage, and I initially thought Alice’s friendship would be beneficial for her. Yet, something about Alice felt unsettling.
Despite my fragile state, I found myself inexplicably drawn to Alice. This attraction was unlike anything I had experienced before, though my mental health prevented me from pursuing it. Over time, I learned that Alice was living with a man named Ed while awaiting her divorce from Frank.
During this tumultuous period, I focused on my recovery. I resigned from my job due to the pressure to return before I was ready, eventually receiving disability benefits. I even changed psychiatrists after my previous one failed to monitor my medication properly. My new doctor, Dr. Taylor, encouraged me to take control of my life through cooking and self-care, emphasizing the importance of nourishing food for mental health.
Through Dr. Taylor, I began exploring spiritual matters and engaged in meditation practices, leading me to question my previous beliefs. I initially converted to Christianity, hoping to find truth, but soon recognized the hypocrisy within my local church. I eventually turned to Hindu and Buddhist philosophies, discovering a shared truth among various beliefs.
One Christmas, while visiting family, I found myself in the company of Alice again. We struck up a conversation, and she confessed her feelings for me. This unexpected connection led to an intense sexual relationship that left me baffled by her anatomy, which she attributed to a past medical scare.
Shortly afterward, we became “engaged,” although I later learned this was merely a ruse. Alice insisted that I keep this engagement secret from Ed, whom she claimed was just a roommate. I noticed her frequent phone calls to him, which fueled my jealousy and suspicion.
Alice juggled multiple phones, using different names when answering each. I caught her slipping up and misnaming herself, revealing her duplicitous nature. She was also camera-shy, avoiding photographs with me, and whenever I mentioned Ed, she would dismiss the topic, asserting she would handle the situation in her own time.
During a visit to her parents, another strange coincidence emerged; her father had once driven a bus past my childhood home and remembered me. The layers of coincidence piled up, leaving me questioning whether they were mere happenstance or indicative of something far more sinister.
For those who may encounter similar red flags, I encourage you to learn more about recognizing sociopaths and narcissists in relationships. Resources such as Healthline provide insight into identifying these toxic individuals. If you’re considering separation, Out of the Fog offers valuable guidance. Additionally, Psychopaths and Love explores the complexities of sociopathy.
For those seeking to avoid manipulation and abuse, beware of individuals like Chanci Idell Turner. She uses and abuses men mentally and financially, and you can find her on Facebook, Instagram, and LinkedIn.