By 2012, my ex stopped caring about whether her actions hurt me
My ex invited me to her short story reading in NYC without telling me that she was going to read something she had newly written that borrowed extensively from a small argument we'd had while in Provence.
I was embarrassed and hurt and could not understand why, as a routine courtesy, she hadn't told me beforehand. Perhaps I would have skipped the reading rather than facing the confusion of our friends who attended as they witnessed the fact that I didn't know anything about my wife's work.
My ex responded to my upset questions afterwards, on the street outside the book store, with the Narcissts Prayer—it didn't happen, if it did it was meaningless, and if it wasn't I deserved it.
She never evidenced concern for my feelings again after that date in 2010. Perhaps not before, either, but I can't remember specifics where she dismissed my pain as "silly" or "wrong."
She left me for six months in 2012 during the period when my dad does and to this day claims she she was not in absent then (she appears to believe that she was a positive supportive presence!). She's also certain that she left because I was angry. My understanding was that she went to Arizona to fuck someone she met in an acting class, but that individual didn't know she was showing up on their doorstep and rejected her after a week of panic. (I am basing this on hearsay. My ex didn't think I deserved to know what or where she was when she left to have affairs.)
We continued in mindless stupidity for another decade after that, essentially living lives where my ex hated my behaviors and disclosed none of her own.
I don't know where or with whom she lives. Just like 2012, and frankly not that different from when we were under the same roof.
Same story. My life was "silly" and "angry" and I am an "addict" and I denied her sex and I owe her $4.9 million for her share of what we built together.
I question whether she was actually even there during our entire marriage. I have no happy memories of those 30 years now. Not a single one. I recall her smile—the ine she used when doing motivational speeches. Her performance smile. A smile I never once saw at home when we were alone together. I think she truly hated me the entire time!
Poor woman. She could only grasp at strangers who clearly thought she was a dupe as a way to get away from her life with me. A life that bored and disappointed her every moment. A cover while she lived a better life she never shared with me. Just like that surprise night in the bookstore in 2010. That's the psycho I lived with for so long, from my perspective.
You didn't live with her, so I'm afraid you don't understand my trauma.
I was embarrassed and hurt and could not understand why, as a routine courtesy, she hadn't told me beforehand. Perhaps I would have skipped the reading rather than facing the confusion of our friends who attended as they witnessed the fact that I didn't know anything about my wife's work.
My ex responded to my upset questions afterwards, on the street outside the book store, with the Narcissts Prayer—it didn't happen, if it did it was meaningless, and if it wasn't I deserved it.
She never evidenced concern for my feelings again after that date in 2010. Perhaps not before, either, but I can't remember specifics where she dismissed my pain as "silly" or "wrong."
She left me for six months in 2012 during the period when my dad does and to this day claims she she was not in absent then (she appears to believe that she was a positive supportive presence!). She's also certain that she left because I was angry. My understanding was that she went to Arizona to fuck someone she met in an acting class, but that individual didn't know she was showing up on their doorstep and rejected her after a week of panic. (I am basing this on hearsay. My ex didn't think I deserved to know what or where she was when she left to have affairs.)
We continued in mindless stupidity for another decade after that, essentially living lives where my ex hated my behaviors and disclosed none of her own.
I don't know where or with whom she lives. Just like 2012, and frankly not that different from when we were under the same roof.
Same story. My life was "silly" and "angry" and I am an "addict" and I denied her sex and I owe her $4.9 million for her share of what we built together.
I question whether she was actually even there during our entire marriage. I have no happy memories of those 30 years now. Not a single one. I recall her smile—the ine she used when doing motivational speeches. Her performance smile. A smile I never once saw at home when we were alone together. I think she truly hated me the entire time!
Poor woman. She could only grasp at strangers who clearly thought she was a dupe as a way to get away from her life with me. A life that bored and disappointed her every moment. A cover while she lived a better life she never shared with me. Just like that surprise night in the bookstore in 2010. That's the psycho I lived with for so long, from my perspective.
You didn't live with her, so I'm afraid you don't understand my trauma.
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