I am sure I have been living with a narcissistic sociopath for nine years. He is the most horrible person I have ever met and I have left him several times and I let him come back. My life was together when we met. I had a house, 850 credit rating and he has destroyed it all. I have even come close to losing my life because of him.
He lives with me now. He is 48 and I am 57. His health is not good, but he just seems to come through everything. He has changed and dragged me down so low. He has done everything except kill me. Now I am very ill. I have emphysema and am on oxygen, but deal with it very well and still do everything I can, and my doctors are amazed at how well and how good I look. But now I have lung cancer and had radiation. It spread, I had chemo and it spread again. I had one spot on my brain, had radiation and am back on chemo. I am very positive, and plan to win this battle.
I have a beautiful daughter and two grandsons who this jerk has hurt because of what he has done to me and it has also kept me apart from them. He is still using me. I've lost my hair and he makes fun of me. He is the coldest, emptiest thing on earth. He is the best con on earth.
We live in a 62 or disabled apartment. Most of the people here are older than we are and he has them all thinking he is the next best thing to God. He likes Lincoln cars. He made friends with a man here in his 70's. It was easy because Charley brags about all his DUIs, parties and his dirty mouth around women. Chris has him and his family just crazy about him. He checks in on him, fixes him food, etc. Right off, I said he was after the car. A couple of weeks ago, he came in said he was selling his car, and he was upset. A week later, he came in said, “Charley just gave me his car and he talked to his daughter about it and she thinks its just wonderful.” Chris doesn't even have a license due to his DUIs, but they don't know that.
Since I am as sick as I am, I have been doing a lot of thinking like, I wish I hadn't, I wish I would have. There are tons of things that he has done. The last three days I have hated him so bad. My daughter has told him it's his fault that I have gotten so sick. Some of my health issues are due to some crazy things he talked me into doing. He is the biggest con on earth. His own family even says so and advised me not to let him come back. But I did?
I have been very mean and pretty hateful to him the past few days. But I went out and bought him coveralls and a matching coat. I have two little Pekingese dogs and he takes them out for me or one of them. Living here he is supposed to be helping me. It's through the office here. He helps everyone but me. I have a friend here and she helps me. I give her a little money every now and then because I feel bad since he is supposed to be doing it.
He was married for 18 years and has two children. His ex is just like him and doing the same to a boyfriend. They have also molded their children in the same way. They have taught them to lie and use people. I hate him and then I sometimes catch myself feeling sorry for him. This is my apartment and he tries to tell me when I can talk, he sits in the middle of the couch and watches the new big TV that I bought and controls the remote.
He's never sorry, and never feels guilty. He primps and every hair has to be in place. He thinks he is cute. He did drink a lot, but not now, but only because he can't here. He drinks four to six cans of beer a day. He is a disabled concrete cutter with back problems he has always claimed, but it seems to bother him when he wants it to. Ive seen him do headstands in the yard before, ride dirt bikes, motorcycles, whatever.
If I go somewhere, I'll come home and his eyes might be so bloodshot, red and glassy, and he'll claim to be just up from a nap, but yet be all wound up. Then there are times he will be sitting there and his speech seems slower than usual and I can literally sit here and watch his face starting at his forehead turn white and travel down his face.
We have an exit door 10 feet across the hall and are on a hall that only has four apartments, so it's quite remote. Around our building are other apartments that have a lot of drug issues going on. Like tonight he said he was going out to have a cigarette and was back in before he would have had time to light one. I asked him why and he said he wasted it, that it was too cold out. The other night about 1 am (I know none of these old people were still up at 1 a.m.), he probably made six trips out this door claiming to be going up to the community room to get a coke. He kept saying he didn't want to go up there while they were up there.
I noticed the time and ask who was still up and he said, oh Linda and Jody were getting on the elevator when he came back. He has pain pills. Hydrocodone and Oxycodone. He could be selling them or taking them, but he's acting weird. Everywhere we live he attracts himself to these types of people. He knows how to pick them out and he knows a lot about the people who live in these other apartments here by us.
I have to think about myself and my health and the people who really do love me. I can hardly stand to look at him. Everyone has a few cobwebs in their closets and mine are mainly because of him. I got food stamps when I shouldn't have been. I had a home care person who was supposed to come every day, but I only had her come twice a month and we kind of split her pay since she wasn't really here. It was dishonest, but she thought it was helping me out since I don't get much disability.
If I tell him I'm going to put him out, he threatens he will report me. Last night I told him he conned Charley out of that car. I told him he didn't really want the car. It was the challenge to see if he could get it. He just gave the smirky grin that I've seen before and it makes me feel sick when I see it. He has already talked about selling it but couldn't while Charley was alive.
I cannot believe I am this sick and have let this jerk waste nine years of my life. He doesn't even care if I'm sick. My doctor asked if I drove and I said my ride was out in the lobby. He asked why he wasn't back there with me. Chris would hear about it when I got in anyway. He hates people calling or stopping by to check on me.
I just want to get well, have my family back and get rid of him. He's also had five surgeries on his leg which didn't work and was supposed to have the other one done too. He has a rare blood disease called Buerger's Disease caused from smoking. The doctor said his veins and arteries from knees down look like gravel roads. said if he keeps smoking, he will loose his legs. He has 70 percent blockage now in the one they did the surgery on.
Today and last year he prepared dinner here in the community room for residents who couldn't go out. The tenant association pays and he cooks. He likes to cook and used to all the time, but he didn't want me to. Now that I've gotten sick and it's important that I eat right so I don't lose weight, he seldom cooks. But I fix my own.
The problem is they have me on steroids all day that keep me wound up (one reason I have no patience with him) and then Ambien to calm to sleep. But it's necessary for me to win this cancer battle. It's like a roller coaster. I have told Chris he is not going to be upsetting me and that I have zero tolerance for him right now, that I'm thinking about the myself and the people who care about me.
I needed to tell someone this. I need to stop worrying about him and just think of myself. But also right now, I don't want to be alone. I told my daughter today I'm scared to be alone right now and not really able to take my dogs out.
I guess I was probably the perfect target. I read True Crime and I always try to figure out why those people do the things they do. And look what I'm living with. Also, one of the police officers did tell me that Chris was a sociopath. I looked it up and it fits but this narcissist sounds more like it. I am able to talk to his doctors and I have told them how he has been acting, red glassy eyes and acting weird. He never told me but his family did, that he had been in rehab for drugs.