MY SOCIOPATHS
Sociopath #1
Name: Julie
Relationship: Wife of 12 years
Marriage Span: 1983-1995
Children: 2, Son & Daughter (only 4 & 2 when divorced)
Custody: I was granted full custody, Julie was granted visitation. If I had only known her true capabilities, I would have demanded supervised visitation. Something one of her relatives suggested to me.
Occupation: Continually changed. Most often secretarial positions.
First Event: The night we met …
1982. Four of us had planned a weekend in Tahoe, which included attending a concert. My date had to cancel at the last minute, so it ended up with just the three of us.
At the concert, two women were seated across from me, who turned out to be Julie and her sister, Lori. Julie showed me a lot of attention, but I also noticed her wedding band. She told me they were separated and filing for divorce, and that they were splitting amicably. I never even asked her for her last name, but gave her one of my cards. About a week or two later, she wrote to me.
I discovered years later that during the drive up to Tahoe with her sister, Julie talked on-and-on about how wonderful her marriage was, and how lucky she was to have such a great husband.
Three days later, after the weekend concert where Julie met me, the time seemed more like light-years. Julie continually told Lori how unhappy she was in her marriage, that there was no way to salvaged it, and she was going to file for divorce.
She was only 25, yet I discovered later that the divorce she filed was not her first, but her second. Both marriages lasted about a year, and both of those ended the exact same way … met someone else, fabricated a web of lies, and walked out.
She did the same to me, but after 12 years of rocky marriage … the difference being we had two young children. Recently I was informed she’s doing it again to the guy she left me for … and they have three kids.
Sociopath #2
Name: Kathy
Relationship: Sibling, first born, 3 years older than Larry
Occupation: None, as in never.
First Event: My birth …
The story about Kathy is long and complex. She was the only brutally violent child in the family, and that was all focussed on me, from my very earliest memories. She also physically hurt my mom, and since she was dad’s favorite, she got away with everything.
My entire childhood, up until my freshman year in high school, when I finally past her in height, she would attack me with vicious hostility without provocation or reason. Her attacks were not meant to simply hurt, but to inflict substantial pain and injury.
She didn’t simply scratch, she gouged, digging bloody painful canals in my skin, and that would include my face if she managed. She also kicked with all her might, with my crotch as her intended target. Luckily, I was always successful to quickly twist so the top of a thigh would take the impact. That would often result in a dark blue bruise the size of a baseball.
In 2003, I accidently discovered that Kathy had been carrying on a clandestine relationship with my ex-wife Julie, even attempting to help Julie get custody. But on that attempt (there were three total), when Julie told our son and daughter, each alone and privately, that she was going to file for custody, they both told her not to do it, as they did not want to move. She filed anyway and lost.
The above 2003 event is being detailed out beginning here.
Sociopath #3
Name: Alan
Relationship: Sibling, last born, 3 years younger than Larry
Occupation: CPA, Lead Auditor, Government
First Event: His wedding …
Mid-1980s. He selected me as his Best Man. But the day of his wedding, he went AWOL. He appeared hours late with a hostile attitude. Alone with him, I attempted to calm him down, and all I got was “phuque off!”
With a church full of people, I thought we’d need to call it off the wedding. Somehow, I got him to get into his tux, and go through with the ceremony. His new wife, Karen, was in tears, as he hardly looked at her. He grimaced in all the wedding photos, not one with a smile. There was never an explanation or apology.
Late-80s. Julie and I had moved to the East coast from California. Within the first year or so, Alan called and told me that he and his wife, Karen, were planning a trip to Walt Disney World in Florida, and they’d like to take the opportunity to visit us in our new home. I agreed without hesitation, and thanked him for taking the extra time to visit us. I had never been so far from family, so I was really looking forward to their visit, as was Julie. Alan kept me updated by phone, about eight weeks, until they were on their way. He always sounded excited about seeing us, too.
The first thing I remember the day they arrived was when they were walking up the driveway to the house. Karen had a big smile, Alan wore a big grimace. And when we greeted, it was as if he was holding in a bunch of anger … he hardly said a thing, if he said anything, it was negative, and he brought a big heavy weight into the house. I first offered them the tour of the house, avoiding his attitude. When we got to my upstairs office, he sat down in front of my computer and asked if I had any games. I showed him the folder, and he stayed there while the three of us headed down. I don’t remember him leaving my computer for the rest of that day. My only mentions of joining us brought out his attitude.
Through most of the following day, it was the three of us — Julie, Karen, and me — downstairs, with Alan sulking upstairs. By mid-afternoon, I thought it was time to get him to join us, as it made all of us uneasy. I only got out the invitation to join us, when he exploded with comments such as, “Why can’t you just leave me alone!” His reaction was shocking.
And with that, he stood up and yelled to Karen, still downstairs, “Karen, get your stuff together … we’re leaving! Enough of this bullshit!” I felt true hostility coming from him, so I left the room and headed downstairs as he continued to yell to Karen. I went straight to Karen and asked her if there was anything she could say to him, or anything she could do to intervene.
Her response put it all in perspective, “No, I can’t say anything to him when he gets like this.”
I said, “GETS?!” She just nodded ‘yes’.
They left shortly after, and once again, Alan never apologized for his outburst, nor ever acknowledged it occurred.
Early-1990s, he was president of his state’s Disneyanna Chapter (that’s a organization for Disney fanatics). He showed us two large cases (there may have been more) in his garage filled with Disney figurines, and told us, as president, he would call Disney corporate, tell them he would like to have ‘xxx’ number of door prizes to give away, then give away just ‘x’ in a raffle, and kept the rest.
There could have easily been 50+ per case, and I think $20 each would be a low estimate for their resale value. He talked about it as if it were an achievement. Julie was impressed. I was appalled.
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