[Edited since first written] It’s been a few years, but from what I can recall, after the sudden appearance on August 1, 2010, Richard and Tracy came to my church once more. Maybe twice, but this is the time I remember:
I came to my church’s Christmas service in 2010, and sat in my usual spot. I heard a voice like Tracy’s, saying the hymn on the handout was all in Greek. But I didn’t turn to look, and just assumed it was somebody else.
I wasn’t able to partake in the Eucharist because I was not aware one was offered during the Christmas service, being a new convert. So I had not properly fasted from all food and drink, which you have to do for many hours.
As I stood waiting for the communion line to go through, I happened to look to see who passed me, as I often do absent-mindedly. My usual spot is right next to the aisle.
There, right next to me, was Richard and Tracy! In disgust, I drew myself up and turned away. Just who I did NOT want to see while celebrating the birth of Christ.
The anger and bitterness filled me, especially as I saw Tracy, that unrepentant abuser, that bully, take the Eucharist without ever having lifted a finger to apologize for her disgraceful, unChristian actions against me. She was the worst hypocrite I had ever known.
I felt, basically, the same way so many other abuse victims feel when they see their abusers again, especially their abusers pretending to be good Christians.
Fortunately, they all cleared out of there so quickly after the service that they were already gone when I left my pew. So I did not have to encounter them yet again.
Why did they do this? Why did they keep coming to my church without even trying to make peace? How could they violate my right to be left alone by them?
Heck, Tracy forbade Richard and me from even talking to each other unless I allowed her to scream all my “offenses” at me, so why would she take him anywhere near me?
How could she tell me I’m so horrible, treat me like a whore, treat me like a stalker because I made the horrible “offense” of sticking up for myself against her rages, then come to my church?
How could they so transgress every rule for dealing with your fellow Christian, yet still take the Eucharist as if they were in good standing? You’re not supposed to do that without trying to make peace, because the Bible actually warns that you’ll bring condemnation on yourself for partaking in “an unworthy manner.”
They had listened to the still, small voice of Satan, and tainted the Eucharist with their actions, so it’s a good thing I did not share it with them. (Whether you believe Satan is a person or the evil within humans, it still applies.)
[The following was written, some of it taken from e-mails to my mom, between June 19 and 30, 2011.]
I doubt that Tracy would have acted the way she did if she thought I was ugly or plain. This thought does make it easier to start forgiving her, as it makes her seem less like a monster and more like a deeply flawed and scared human being.
But extreme jealousy is still wrong, and recovering from abuse is still a long and hard road of anger, hurt and pain.
It also makes our decision to break off the friendship seem ever wiser. We were caught up in a bad situation, with two people in a tumultuous marriage. Being involved with them just drew us into their own quagmire, and we couldn’t help them at all.
I never had a problem with Jeff being friends with beautiful women, even though I know people will look no matter how happily they’re married.
You just have to accept that your husband will look, and realize that getting upset and jealous will annoy him and make him feel like he might as well do the thing if he’s being punished for it anyway. I feel secure in our marriage and trust him implicitly.
It must be horrible and exhausting to feel like you have to keep vigilant with your husband to make sure he never strays, but I have far too many and far better things to do with my time.
I hope that one day Tracy learns how to trust Richard–before he finally loses his resolve and she pushes him into the arms of another woman. Or at the very least, out the door.
Jeff saw Richard and Tracy at the store on June 12, 2011, almost a year after the Incident. He knew this would happen eventually, since they and Jeff go there a lot.
They said nothing to each other, but Jeff did make sure the kids knew this wasn’t about them: He saw the three younger children in the store’s daycare, hugged them and talked with them, and let our son play with them.
Then he went off to find the items we needed, passed the adults and the oldest child (who quietly and secretly waved at Jeff), and nobody said a word to each other.
Jeff did not want to speak to these people, gave them the cold shoulder on purpose.
The oldest child was sitting with Richard while Tracy went off and got some stuff. [This became a lot more shocking after I learned that Richard had been charged with choking this same child. But that’s for later.]
But sure enough, Richard was getting henpecked again, for who knows what reason. Jeff hated the sound of Tracy’s criticizing voice: “Bark bark bark bark RICHARD!” Jeff wondered how Richard can stand that.
Exactly one week later, I ran into them at my church’s Greekfest. Almost literally.
I didn’t go to their church’s Greekfest and hoped they wouldn’t go to mine, but there they were. I was passing through the crowd to get to work in the kitchen, at a distance behind my son and Jeff because I had to throw away our lunch trash.
Because of the crowd, I didn’t see Richard and Tracy and the kids until I was right upon them. And suddenly, there was Richard, just inches from me.
Though I couldn’t look in his eyes, he appeared to have seen me. I had heard that you should coldly nod at your enemies in passing, but I couldn’t even bring myself to do that. All I could do was pass by without saying a word.
By the way, I had only just checked with Social Services to make sure they got my letter about Richard and Tracy’s child abuse. They reassured me the letter had been received. So that was on my mind as well.
There was no shrinking away as if I were ashamed–no, I kept my head up, and may have changed my expression to one of disgust, though I’m not sure now.
There, Richard, that is what snubbing is. It’s not about being quiet around Tracy. A real snub is this. And it has been done to you because of what you’ve done to me.
[Note written 5/3/12: This was after the choking incident and after Richard was formally charged and posted bail, but before I heard about it.]
Is it necessary to view the narcissist as evil in order to go no contact? Is just seeing the situation as being a case of incompatibility enough rationale to make an escape?
I am sure there are people who can justify leaving a relationship based on simply calling on incompatibility as justification. My blog isn’t for those people. They don’t need to read what I have to say.
In fact, this person is very unlikely to go to Google to type in some search in order to demystify what they’ve gone through or are going through. They have simply shrugged off the parasite and moved on. No damage done. The person you describe has likely never even seen my blog….
If someone doesn’t call the narcissist’s so-called good what it really is…evil…then there is likely little hope of helping the victim out of their victimhood.
They will continue on believing that the evil is centered in themselves, that they are the one who is crazy, that they are the problem. You know, all the lies the narcissist has taught them to believe in order that the narcissist can escape accountability….
If someone was able to just cite “incompatibility” as a rationale for leaving the situation do you think they’d need to come to my blog for insight? People who come here are suffering. There is a reason for their suffering and I’m not afraid to name that reason. —Calling Narcissists Evil: Stumbling Block or Life Line?
I hesitate to call Richard “evil” or even a full-blown narcissist. Perhaps the evil he’s done has been because of Stockholm Syndrome, not narcissism. Maybe he has narcissistic tendencies but not full-blown NPD (narcissistic personality disorder).
But Tracy is the reason I began Googling to find out what the heck was going on here, first in 2008 to research abusers and jealousy because of her treatment of Richard, then in 2010 and 2011, to find out how anyone can be so cruel to the same person who had put herself to great financial and personal trouble to help Tracy find a better life.
I do not hesitate to consider Tracy “evil,” a malignant narcissist, maybe even a psychopath. Who portrayed me as the evil one and herself as the offended, virtuous one. While Richard was the lackey doing the bidding of the narcissist, and also doing sneaky things of his own.
If this had been of the more common variety of disagreements between friends, even breakups between friends, I would have had no need to Google it, as noted in the above quote from “Narcissists Suck,” and I certainly wouldn’t feel the need to write such a long memoir about it.
Most of the time, it really is a misunderstanding or a difference of opinion, nothing “evil” that can’t be resolved either by not being close friends anymore, or by dropping the subject and moving on.
But Tracy has a history of blowups and ended friendships, of “wars” with people.
If I saw her as a basically good person with whom I had a difference of opinion, this could’ve been resolved, especially with the amount of guilt and reflection I’ve dealt with over the past year [July 1, 2010-June 30, 2011].
I’m willing to deal with my own issues, and tried very hard to do so all through this relationship. My apologies were sincere, and I tried to mend what I could.
But it has to go both ways, and Jeff and I both saw nothing but more pain and fighting in our future if we didn’t write her off and go no-contact.
Well I was there and I saw what you did,
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been
It’s all been a pack of lies
–Phil Collins, “In the Air Tonight”
You wear a Sunday suit and tie
Everybody thinks you’re such a guy
…
You’ve got the glow, a shining face
Respectable man with holy taste
Got that family pew reserved
When the hymns are sung your voice is heard
But late one night you got your plan
You’d be religious on demand
Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Christian, it’s a mask you wear to hide
Got a notion God’s a potion and it works most every time
I really think you do believe
Yet you use religion to deceive
–Whiteheart, “Dr. Jekyll Mr. Christian”
Table of Contents
1. Introduction
2. We share a house
3. Tracy’s abuse turns on me
4. More details about Tracy’s abuse of her husband and children
5. My frustrations mount
6. Sexual Harassment from some of Richard’s friends
7. Without warning or explanation, tensions build
8. The Incident
9. The fallout; a second chance?
10. Grief
11. Struggle to regain normalcy
12. Musings on how Christians should treat each other
13. Conclusion
13b. Thinking of celebrating the first anniversary
14. Updates on Richard’s Criminal Charges
Sequel to this Story: Fighting the Darkness: Journey from Despair to Healing
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