I guess I (well We actually cos Tavia and I are both here. I bring things up with her before I post, and will show her this one and discuss any edits before I post ) are kinda strange ones in this forum that deserves some explanation, cos most people here seem to be working through stuff from Childhood N's, or after separating from spousal N's, or other long term situations. Apologies to anyone I missed )
We are an engaged couple living together for the last year. As T mentioned in an earlier post she'd never even heard of N'ism before, (well, we all have at sometime, just never understood it, or considered it) I didn't have N parents, although the 3rd child (I can see some of the 'lost child' stuff went on, but overall they did a pretty good job I reckon

T however had an N montser for a Dad (he's still around, barely alive, a shadow of his former self obviously, & quite insane now, but the family is still scared of him)
T was the perfect woman for me for a while when we met to the point that I left my business I owned, country I was in, many good friends (still can keep in touch though yay), & every possession I had; to come to her country and start a new life together. "Gaga over each other" ?, well obviously I was, I still don't see how she was when she was lying and stealing from me (us) at the time. [see T's first post]
When the act was dropped (the day after I'd flown us to meet my parents with a surprise engagement ring they didn't know about) I went into a depressive shock, its the weirdest thing, I was completely numbed out & would follow directions like a robot somehow.
It was a multiple whammy in that there was the statement made, the manner in which it was made, the timing of it, as well as I'd already given up everything to be with this person and gone through half my life savings by that stage.
I thought I had been depressed a couple of times much earlier in life, I now know the difference between unhappy about something and depression at least.
Months of abuse followed, I was incredulous and dazed. Part of the reason I didn't just get the hell out was that she was the only continuity I had strangely enough, as well as the fact that I knew inside myself that I could take it in order to help this person I loved.
For a long time there I believed the person I met and fell in love with was real, and this monster was unreal & would somehow disappear. I think you all know the list of things you do, I did em all; be more loving, more patient etc etc.
Part of it also was a desire to learn how I'd gotten into the situation - what did I miss - & why did I get so depressed instead of performing justifiable homicide ( JOKE !) type things. Anyway, she was going along fine doing things, so I must have the problem cos she's going along as if there's no problem, and was telling me I had the problem and she was the incredibly desirable successful single person that had so much fun etc etc that I had obviously spent too much time alone in the backward country I came from etc etc. "Everybody fucks around", "It helps if you're attractive" etc etc God it was hell.
I did a LOT of internet researching, printing out fear of intimacy, abuse, fear of commitment type stuff; individually they didn't get much attention, but despite herself some info got through.
Somewhere some reason started to come through and lies upon lies became unearthed, guiltily sneaking a look at her emails last year showed up one hell of a mess going back years. It was like some trophy store of guys being lied to & stuffed around in so many cruel ways. It didn't seem to matter whether the guys were nearby, far away, involved with her at the time or what, patches of carrying on what looked like loving relationships with some were interspersed with chatting up others. A big hit was also seeing that she'd maintained dating site profiles months into our engagement. Thank god for it all though, cos I, although stunned again, started to get a glimmer of understanding that I wasn't the one who was f'd up. I mean, I was thoroughly by then, but wasn't before my head got messed with.
When revealed, she wanted to break up over it, "her Dad had always gone through her stuff, now I had invaded her privacy". I still wonder which came first, (parents check on their kids right). I mean, I look at how the mother and sister are as well as T, & if I was the guy in that house I'd be a paranoid lunatic also. I guess its one of those vicious cycle things but I guess it started with his autocracy and doting.
Lots of arguing followed, as well as shrinks. A huge step came when I googled "female liar" – it returned a DrIrene page on the female N. This blew me away! It may as well have been about Tavia although a bit diluted. I sent the link to T. It almost blew her away! I remember her saying "OMG Am I that bad?" I think I replied "Ummm… bit worse actually" The wonderful statement she next said will ring in my ears forever: "I always thought something was wrong…"
To cut a loooong story short, she has been so much better since then

The DrLaura books opened her heart a bit I guess. Communication is still a biggie. She can write a lot better than she can talk about feelings. Theirs some sort of automatic cutoff switch that kicks in with speech. We went through a patch of anger at any normal conversation, she is starting to overcome the anger and talk now

I figure its to do with the 'fight or flight' reflex, which is triggered by intimacy. She has a similar response to thinking about thinking deeply about herself, she "recoils at the hideousness inside"
We've been through the worst for sure, individual and collective awareness is being achieved, more awareness's to come no doubt. Lots of stuff to unlearn & learn

Thanks to anyone for listening, its nice to be heard
