Mr. Sociopath

I read a newsletter written by one of our salesmen, and he mentioned a book titled, “Confessions of a Sociopath: A Life Spent Hiding in Plain Sight”. I immediately thought about the guy who almost ruined my life. PEOPLE, listen to me … if you think, even for a split second, that you may be in the company of a sociopath, RUN!

My Dad is the only person besides the sociopath and me who knows all of the ugly details of what my life was like between 2002 and 2005. My Dad was the only one I could turn to for help in sorting out what was real and what was a lie. It took months and months of visiting that guy in prison and reading through many, many letters he sent me before he finally starting admitting all the deception, all the manipulation. He was a puppet master, and I was his unknowing marionette.

I have written several times over the years about a book EVERYONE should read. It’s called “The Sociopath Next Door”. If you haven’t read it, at least consider reading it. It could save you a lot of grief at some point in your life.

It’s truly amazing how, when you’re in a relationship with someone, your mind will make excuses for the odd things going on even when your gut says something is amiss. I did that countless times, and in hindsight, I kick myself in the butt for not listening to my gut. I listened when people told me what a great guy he was. I was amazed by all the things I read in old newspapers about him, a good businessman with brilliant ideas. I met many people he knew, friends and coworkers alike. On the surface he was a great guy. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why things happened the way they did. But things unfolded, and my life unraveled.

Lessons learned the hard way.

Anyway, I don’t know that I’ll pickup the book our sales guy mentioned because I think it will remind me of too many things I’ve tried over the years to forget. But that doesn’t mean you should skip reading it. At least pick up a copy of “The Sociopath Next Door”. Please.

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Headache Thursday

What is it about Thursdays?  I’ve been tracking when and how often I get headaches (and especially migraines), and it seems that Thursdays are taking the lead as far as the day of week I get them.  I’ve noticed some recurring headache triggers –

–       Rain

–       Diet Coke, if I drink it several days in a row

–       Equal (the artificial sweetener)

–       Red wine (sometimes, not always)

But why do they occur predominantly on Thursdays?  I haven’t figured that one out yet.

I think maybe today’s headache is a combination of the rain and fatigue.  I didn’t sleep well last night.  I woke up from a horrible dream and had trouble falling asleep again.

The dream?  I was at a homeowners association meeting and had to run home for some reason.  As I’m walking out of the building I see Mr. Sociopath coming from the opposite direction carrying a few binders.  I start shaking.  I ask him what he’s doing here, and he tells me he’s attending the meeting.  You can’t, I tell him.  Yes, I can he says, because he has move into the neighborhood.

How could I sleep after that?  Thinking of him living in the neighborhood – anywhere near me – is one of my worst nightmares.

I guess I could add nightmares and stress to the list of headache triggers.