I didn’t really consider it complaining, because I would just suggest things
Not “his” boss that he was singing songs about and who praised him so highly and thought of him as a God. I encouraged him to get a job and he told me to quit my complaining and nagging. Everyone saw us at our worst because he made me so angry I would just explode and then he would punch walls, slam doors and leave and not come back for hours. He smoked pot like a fiend but I suspect he did other drugs too. He used to be a meth-head but would talk about taking other drugs and ridiculous stories about how he used to do drug runs to Mexico and people would hold guns to his head.
The final straw was when he was very abusive to the cats we had. The older cat mysteriously disappeared North Carolina payday advances for two days yet never went outside. He was just too old to make it out onto the roof of the apartment building that we had. He turned up at the animal shelter with a broken back and could no longer use his legs. I cried, and he tried to pet him and the cat lashed out in anger like trying to defend himself. I should have known at the time that he was indeed trying to protect himself from my ex.
More than likely because he hurt him. His only reply to his lashing out was “He’s still an a-hole” recently my friend’s cat was staying with us and my ex was playing one of his games, and the cat was bugging for affection. He picked him up by the scruff of the neck and threw him across the room, breaking his leg. I saved my own cat, and was hit in the process, but I don’t care about that. I saved his life. He went for mine like he would have indeed broken his neck. My ex was upset because he knew it was over. I was leaving and his free ride was done with. He hit me, and my head hit the back of the wall.
How do you spot a sociopath? Get to know someone very well. Make sure their stories line up every time. Men have 37 pantomimes women have 18. Don’t be in a rush either.
I obviously was and if you play with fire you are going to get burned. Wait for the universe to line up and always focus on you. Never go looking for love, let it come find you.
Yet, another time he told me his scars would heal rather quickly because he had been shot twice, and I asked to see the scars and that was the remark to cover that lie
This is pretty interesting, and informative. We(1) have people who have been hurt, most suppose that they have been hurt by someone with a pathological personality. We have others who (2) claim to BE sociopaths, and all are proud of it and claim that they’ve never really hurt anyone. Then we have those who are (3) “afraid” that they themselves are sociopaths.
(1) Maybe, Maybe not most cases. (2) Quit pulling my leg. (3) You are not a sociopath. Interesting stories still. My experience with sociopaths, as ex-friends, co-workers, etc. varies along a sliding scale that rarely leaves the realm of the ridiculous. Most are entertaining at first, always the life of the party right? You get the feeling after a while that they are somewhat dangerous, prone to take offense and “get even” with you, for something as odd as treating them like a “normal” person. You eventually avoid them, or they “attack” you when you are no longer needed. It is acaually quite pathetic the way most end up, except for those who are very attractive, or talented, most I have known eventually wear out their welcome with everyone, and lose the youthful energy needed for such a high-maintenance con-man lifestyle. Just my thoughts.