by Trixie on Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:42 am
My first warning came when I was dating my N exhusband many years ago. He brought pictures of some furniture he had built to show me how gifted he was. True, he was good at it, and the furniture was very nice. I said as much. N got angry because I didn't gush over it enough. I could not figure out what he wanted me to do - faint, do a handstand????
He and his brother were building a shop for N, funded by his poor parents. As soon as he told me about it, the shop morphed into a big house. And, of course, he knew how to build better than builders (the house was a disaster on many fronts, they obviously did not know what they were doing). N would want me to sit and watch him work for hours and hours, doing nothing but admiring him. I used to think it was because we lived in separate towns, and he just wanted me around, but this "sit and watch me and praise my glorious talent" continued into our marriage. It was truly bizarre. He would get angry when I would plead I had other things I needed to do other than to sit and watch him work for hours.
N literally made up stories about his past, whole cloth, in which he was the BEST at everything. He was a FAMOUS basketball player in his home city. In his one semester at college, he was the BEST baseball player and would have gotten professional offers if his coach hadn't personally persecuted him. As a young Mormon missionary, he baptized almost a HUNDRED people (I later discovered he was considered a "problem" missionary and baptized around five people.) He was so spiritual that many people told him they could see a "halo" around his head when he spoke at church.
Later, when I met people who actually knew N during high school, I found out what he was really famous for was having a hot temper and fighting on the court. I also discovered he was kicked off the college team because he couldn't be bothered to attend any of his classes and failed them all. I also discovered he was almost sent home from his Mormon mission for mailing dirty magazines and women's underwear to other missionaries, and sneaking off to watch a porn movie in a theatre (back in the days before the internet or DVDs, when people actually had to go to gross theaters to see porn!)
He was obsessed with my looks, and threatened to divorce me if I didn't lose ten pounds. My body, he told me, should be as smooth as a statue under his touch. After all, he deserved the BEST of everything, including his wife's looks.
He couldn't keep a regular job because he believed he deserved to be rich and respected, and couldn't stand working his way up. He would lose his temper and mouth off at his boss and quit (or be fired). He literally told me he was too good for a "nine-to-five" job... although obviously I had to keep a nine-to-five job.
And yes, he was a sucker for MLM schemes, too. He would invest money we couldn't afford in some dumb package he saw on late night TV, and tell me he was going to be a millionaire soon. When the stuff arrived, however, I was the one who was supposed to actually sell the stuff, despite the fact that I had no interest in it and wasn't consulted about it in the first place. Then, when it failed, as it obviously was destined to, it was my fault.