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I’m now fairly convinced , however, that he trolls a certain news story (he’s obsessed with it) for women. In January 2016, there was a news story in my area that was so compelling to me that I created a Twitter account just to follow it. She didn’t want the ‘kids’ to hear, so started turning him down. * Blames the divorce on her wanting to be a mother again (instead of a wife) by doting on their new grandchild. This person had a cute screenname that fit the story. He would post new photos of himself doing various activities. The ‘hooks’ for me that got me a little excited every time I could tell he was online were: photo of him with an electric guitar (plus later youtube videos – ahh, my very own hidden rockstar, photo of him sitting at a nice desk in a modern office with framed certificates that covered the wall behind him–I was intrigued, and photos of him with various critters (I train animals) from his area (snakes, possoms). I learned the following things before I ever met him face-to-face (it’s important to remind myself that what followed should really have never been a shock, even though I would like to conveniently think so): * Is generally into women who are older than he (a huge plus!! I am the youngest person he’s ever considered and it’s almost weird to him (I’m only 5 years younger.) * He is divorced (3 years). * He lost her entire family when they got divorced and misses them. He wasn’t very good at them and his favorite thing to say was, “I gave you a chance, but now I have to block you! * Sisters: One is ‘crazy’ (bi-polar) and the other one he had to cut out because she only uses him when she needs money. * Death of a parent (both of my; his father) * ADHD (I hate this too) * Military knowledge – me being the child of parents who had high security clearance. .” He was kind of funny and, like I say, he was just kind of endearing to me a little bit. that seems to be dry of interesting-to-me men (esp. These people are so stupid.” [FLAG] ONE DAY, he posted a joke about a stereotypical, abusive caveman husband type…”Get me my dinner, woman! You are the prettiest cartoon girl in all of Twitter.” (My avatar was a cartoon that looks similar to me.) Aww, wasn’t that cute? They only want to speak to him when they need something like car repair, but now they’re too embarrassed to call him. (I’m really making myself sound sick for liking this person. Someone else who also gave all sorts of mixed messages to me: excited to see me and sent me a text just after he left, “Let’s keep in touch! Doesn’t speak to either because his wife also poisoned them too. Which was great because I was feeling bad about an old relationship that continues to resurface after…wait for it…28 years (also a strong possible N, but a successful one).. if you are not a member of the dominant religion–anybody who knows those words will know which religion I’m speaking of-it is relevant to the story). ” I replied to it as though I were a doormat (known types in my area because of the religion) with, “Anything to get you to notice me.” Kiss of death. It was to me and I was SO excited that the one I kind of liked tweeting with in our group gave me the personal message. * Daughters don’t speak to him because wife poisoned them against him also. Sometimes I would bail him out of a self-started Twitter war with a more clever comeback than he had. Made me feel all happy inside since my real life was just sort of dry and there was one real asshole from high school I had recently run into in my very own office–turns out he is renting a space in our building.
” (An Internet Romance – A Cautionary Horror) Get ready for one of the worst stories you might have ever read. I wanted to find a way to justify suicide by the end of this experience, and I still struggle with wanting to not wake up. It’s been three weeks since I fled the N who private messaged his way into my life. According to her, my anxiety has been higher than my depression. I think I want to kill myself.” fall out without shame. Even after the nice doctor talked with me, I refused his nice offer to try an anti-depressant. I would rather kill myself than take prescription meds and whatever stigma that carried? And, now I am pretty well a complete non drinker (one drink a year, maybe? I have deleted my Twitter account now and it was so far back that I don’t’t recall how he introduced the topic, but it worked. It will make me look as positively stupid as one can imagine. I am willing to be square with that if it’s what i need to heal. I will seek help, but it feels like there is no happy ending like I had in mind at this point. Weirdly, with as many doctor, psychiatrist, and psychologist visits, I have never been diagnosed with C-PTSD, even after hearing my background and history of child abuse, neglect, and torment from an older brother, not to mention various and sundry sexual abuses. I might be good at derailing a therapist for all I know. The closest I’ve ever come is with a therapist I found to be what I would consider to be aggressive. I was a bartender who drank too much one quarter during college before I was diagnosed with depression and ended up in the school counseling center for the first time in my life (age 23) just letting the words, “Can I see somebody? “I kind of met someone by accident on Twitter.” They were all excited, except that I, of all people, happen to belong to ‘survivor’ groups. I had to be careful because there would be questions.