I dated a potential serial killer. ( narcissistic abuse)
Alright so I'll keep this as brief as I can.
I'm an adult woman. I've had my share of unfilfilling, failed relationships. In my previous relationships I'd say there were compatibility issues and both me and the guys displayed toxic traits.
Last spring I met, what I though, the love of my life. My soulmate. He was everything I could have dreamt of personality wise, sex wise and he quickly revealed that he wanted to change a couple of things about his appearance that made him my absolute ideal on the outside too.
There were sparks between us. I was blind to see that I was being love bombed. It felt so good. Finally I got the intimacy and the connection I had craved for so long. (I have anxious attachment...)
A couple of months into the relationship, mind you everything was perfect, and I had gotten to know about his horrible childhood-He tells me he has planned murder. Not just your average "I wonder what it would be like to kill someone" thing, but actual plans.
I listened, we talked. He reasoned just like convicted serial killers do.
I asked if I was safe, he said I was the safest of them all.
And that as long as I didn't cheat, there were no reason to worry.
Me, being a person who'd never even think of doing that to anyone, felt that it wasn't an issue.
We'd be together. Forever.
Later on, he confessed he had started to plan for his life outside of society. He had a check list for things he needed to prepare to murder, eat and fornicate with corpses.
Why did he stop? He met me. He saw another future.
The beginning was... So magical. He supported me, pushed me. Made me realise my full potential.
I was his interesting toy, his love, until I wasn't worthy of him anymore.
Now, in hindsight, there were red flags. Everywhere.
I spent 1, 5 years with someone who put me through narcissistic abuse. He made me believe I was a horrible person, I ruined our relationship and I made him suicidal.
I tried everything to make this relationship work. He threatened to leave.
I pushed friends and family away.
I never thought I could be a victim of such cruelty.
I never thought I could be so fucking stupid?
Now we are separating. He's upset because I've finally learned to stand up for myself. I refuse to beg and cry and tell him I'm the villain.
He still has most of his stuff here. And a key.
I don't feel safe.
He hasn't threatened me. He discarded me. He thinks I'm trash.
I hope he'll just... Move on.