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Just gonna spill the beans, fuck it man I don’t know what to do. I’m married to a sociopath. Not just your typical crazy bitch psycho but a literal/clinical sociopath, and a violent one at that.
She has told me she has a sick fascination with death. She also spent about 1-2 years not really sure exactly how long but anyways, drugging me with a variety of different substances she stole from her job at the time. One of these substances would cause me to have violent seizures and the other one to have vivid hallucinations and distortions of my reality (ketamine) … she sat there and treated me like a lab project observing what was happening to me as the drugs began to do what the drugs did. When it was the ketamine she would help guide me into a psychotic state helping me to believe that what was going on was reality. When it was thw acepromazine which caused seizures she would sit there and hold my hand and ask how it makes me feel. Where it hurts and what I would compare it to. She wanted vivid detail of my pain. Then she would watch me seize up for 10 minutes at a time eventually call for an ambulance and then Play the distraught wife role. Crying and sobbing saying it’s so hard to watch me go through this….
Anyways she had probably done this close to 100 times before I caught on to her. I was so fucked up I just thought I was loosing my mind and developed epilepsy (drs diagnosed me) didn’t realize it was her for a while. When I did I obviously confronted her, threatened her, and mainly tried to understand why the fuck would she do this to me? She always met me with so many tears and apologies and seemed so sincere. Yet she kept doing it. I would kick her our and somehow she’d pull me back in, we would fuck and she would drug me again… over and over and over… one time I remember vividly she wanted to talk and make it up to me. She said she would bring food, and picked up mc donalds. With that came a soda, and my dumb ass drank it, or started to anyways. I got about halfway through my soda while my wife sits there crying telling me how sorry she is and how she just wants me and wants us to work, then I started to feel it, that bitch was in the process of doing it over again while she cries and tells me how sorry she is….
Anyways here we are now. I got her pregnant she said she’s gonna change and seemed to have for the most part. Doesn’t talk like a psycho anymore and certainly isn’t drugging me anymore. Now we got two kids and things seem ok. This is the most straight headed I’ve ever seen her. She promises me all the time that person is dead, gone, never to be seen again… I worry it’s all an act….
Last night I finally got her to tell me WHY! She always avoided the question but I made her tell me and she said that she enjoyed watching me go through that. She realizes that it’s sick but she enjoyed it. She also told me that she found she had sought me out because I was vulnerable, having been recovering from an heroin overdose and a stroke….real nice huh?
So that’s my fucked up life right now… and I don’t know what to do. She promises me she’s different and that she won’t let me down ….
She has told me she has a sick fascination with death. She also spent about 1-2 years not really sure exactly how long but anyways, drugging me with a variety of different substances she stole from her job at the time. One of these substances would cause me to have violent seizures and the other one to have vivid hallucinations and distortions of my reality (ketamine) … she sat there and treated me like a lab project observing what was happening to me as the drugs began to do what the drugs did. When it was the ketamine she would help guide me into a psychotic state helping me to believe that what was going on was reality. When it was thw acepromazine which caused seizures she would sit there and hold my hand and ask how it makes me feel. Where it hurts and what I would compare it to. She wanted vivid detail of my pain. Then she would watch me seize up for 10 minutes at a time eventually call for an ambulance and then Play the distraught wife role. Crying and sobbing saying it’s so hard to watch me go through this….
Anyways she had probably done this close to 100 times before I caught on to her. I was so fucked up I just thought I was loosing my mind and developed epilepsy (drs diagnosed me) didn’t realize it was her for a while. When I did I obviously confronted her, threatened her, and mainly tried to understand why the fuck would she do this to me? She always met me with so many tears and apologies and seemed so sincere. Yet she kept doing it. I would kick her our and somehow she’d pull me back in, we would fuck and she would drug me again… over and over and over… one time I remember vividly she wanted to talk and make it up to me. She said she would bring food, and picked up mc donalds. With that came a soda, and my dumb ass drank it, or started to anyways. I got about halfway through my soda while my wife sits there crying telling me how sorry she is and how she just wants me and wants us to work, then I started to feel it, that bitch was in the process of doing it over again while she cries and tells me how sorry she is….
Anyways here we are now. I got her pregnant she said she’s gonna change and seemed to have for the most part. Doesn’t talk like a psycho anymore and certainly isn’t drugging me anymore. Now we got two kids and things seem ok. This is the most straight headed I’ve ever seen her. She promises me all the time that person is dead, gone, never to be seen again… I worry it’s all an act….
Last night I finally got her to tell me WHY! She always avoided the question but I made her tell me and she said that she enjoyed watching me go through that. She realizes that it’s sick but she enjoyed it. She also told me that she found she had sought me out because I was vulnerable, having been recovering from an heroin overdose and a stroke….real nice huh?
So that’s my fucked up life right now… and I don’t know what to do. She promises me she’s different and that she won’t let me down ….
