#lovefraud

[heartfullofbipolar]

This morning i woke up at six.I couldnt find my phone anywhere and it keep ringing.Thatwas just my luck it was in the kitchen sink.Oh my Lord why i put it there.This morning was just an ordinary morning for me ,it is the day off from work.I dont mind it is as good as the other days.So i found my phone.This day i will accomplish to send the package.It was amix up where my name was in the receivers place and my daughter was the sender.It was supposed to be the other way around.Am going with my bicycle ,i will test the weather if it is okay to go to Ari.So thats my plan.I am going to the shoppe to buy some nicotine liquids to my e-cigarette.I will put my two jackets on it is the winter now after all.I got rid of John who i paid 1000 euros and it was going to continue if i was in contact with him,i couldnt let that happen ,money is so important to me.

[therealthatgirlattheparty]

Watch #lovefraud on @showtime! The story is as crazy as #tigerking! And why it is NO SURPRSE that #RichardScottSmith the #lovefraud is a @realDonaldTrump supporter?? All criminals and lowlifes are. 🙄 https://www.instagram.com/p/CFxzPadHI2A/?igshid=gd4x8o4ba1x4

[ronanfarrow]

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My wonderful collaborators Rachel Grady and Heidi Ewing made an incredible documentary called #LoveFraud, about a con-artist and the women who fought back against him. It’s wild and riveting, check it out tonight at 9P EST on Showtime. https://www.instagram.com/p/CEhtoykj0a2/?igshid=fr7wr2vabntv

[thisismydisaster]

Open Letter To Lost Love (And Jars Of Vomit)

Where did you go? It’s like an essential part of my being which was hurting me bad finally got expelled, fell off, got removed. Why am I dwelling on this relief with any pining?

The relief from pain has free’d me to focus on my whole self. And I can redirect the energy I was spending holding on to a dangling limb that was ready to fall off.

Of course Youre more than an amputated limb. I dont mean to say I ever thought of you as mine or less than a separate whole creature. You are so YOU that i never thought of you as “my” anything. All this is stupid metaphor.

It comes down to lopsided love. I wanted you to love and crave my company as much as I loved and craved you. That was never going to happen; you sought my company less and less the last two years, and even then what you wanted was a ride, money, food, booze, a place to sleep, a half-desired blow job…I could’ve been any supplier to you. I felt worse than used: I felt 3rd or 4th choice, GENERIC. My intelligent side knew. My dumbass side loved right on against all warning and pain.

I hate throwing up, I hate letting go.

So. Why do i wonder where you are? Maybe i don’t. I at least don’t want to know what you’re actually doing or who with. I don’t want reconnection: that would be sewing back on a rotten limb YOU cut off. Or what I threw up. Like saving vomit in a jar because someone died and its all you have left of them. Or loving the pain they caused because it’s all they gave you.

Maybe I want to know where You are to avoid running face first into our bio hazardous waste. In that respect, your whereabouts matter to me as a coward of confrontation. I hope time and space strengthen me. I don’t believe you are gone forever, so at least if I know where You are, nothing more, I can stay away from collecting jars of vomit, dirt you pissed on, amputated limbs. Until the Collector in me moves on to healthier hobbies.

We both move better apart, we run better. Flowing, not stagnant and rotting. Henry Miller said he loved all flow, even dirty gutters.

I hope I never see you again. The separation, the airless YOU ARE APART existential void would kill me.

I still love you. Where you are doesn’t matter as long as it’s not here.

Sincerely, Me.

[buzzburo]

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If you haven’t been victimized by a sociopath, count your blessings. Then ask around. You probably know someone with a story to tell—if he or she will talk. Being the victim of a scam is embarrassing. Humiliating. Victims keep asking themselves, “How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I see it coming?” The last thing they want to do is tell other people how they participated in being duped—even though it’s not their fault. Sociopaths are really that good. They can fool anyone. But because few people are willing to admit what happened, the rest of us have no idea how many sociopaths are out there, how they operate and how much damage they cause. Lovefraud is here to educate you. Read these true stories of fraud masquerading as love. The stories are based on interviews with victims, documentation supplied by victims, and information from public sources, such as court records and newspaper accounts. Lovefraud makes efforts to verify the accuracy of all statements made in the stories. If you have a similar story of love and deception to tell, contact lovefraud.com. By exposing these frauds, you are performing a public service.