One night as Phil and I sat talking in the lounge together, he put his head against the back of the couch or chair and began to lament that he wasn’t worthy of me. He would do this often over the coming months, telling me he wasn’t a good person and that I should find someone else. I didn’t believe him at the time. (See #4 here as a sign of abuse: He Warns Her Away by the Rambling Curl.)
I was to discover, through him and two people I’d meet senior year, that I had a tendency to find guys like this, who would be down on themselves and need me to encourage them and tell them they’re not so bad as they think.
This is what I did for Phil. I also told him that his old desire to become a priest showed him to be a very spiritual person. I said I had always admired spiritual people, such as priests, pastors or missionaries, and he began to weep with (I suppose) joy.
Phil told me early on, “My parents say you’re another me.” They saw the way I was then–shy, quiet, spiritual–and the way Phil was the year before–shy, quiet, spiritual (he was more outgoing and less quiet now)–and said this. Over the coming months, they would say that we were perfect for each other.
Every day when classes allowed, Phil came to talk to me while I worked in the library. I did miss having a chance to get more homework done, but didn’t mind seeing him. He would stand there and chat, his two Big Slam Mountain Dew bottles beside him. He would try to drink the Dew there, but Seymour didn’t like that. There were rules against that.
Phil often interrupted me as I read my World Civ textbook while working the desk in the library. Once, in April, while I read a copy of the Mirror, he read it upside-down. Latosha saw this; after I told her we were engaged, she said she saw him reading upside-down and thought, “That man’s in love!”
I still worked with James; Phil sometimes joked that he was scared of me working with a good-looking guy. That was ironic, since I had a little crush on James before I met Phil. He would also joke that one day I would go back home and marry some football player from Notre Dame. Or that I would find someone with a longer nose than his, and leave him. (I loved long noses, and his was quite long. Not Cyrano-style long, but a long bridge.)
Phil told me about his “Vampire Friend” S–, who was really into vampires, dressed like one for Halloween, was into sadomasochism, and was engaged to Phil’s first ex-girlfriend for a while. He feared to introduce me to S–, who had a tendency to steal away his girlfriends. (A later girlfriend confirmed this, making me wonder what kind of “friend” S– was.)
Phil liked to spend his evenings with me, but after ten, Clarissa kicked him out. So we had to go into the lounge to spend the rest of the evening.
Sometimes I even watched Alternative Nation out there with him, since even a boyfriend wasn’t enough to make me want to give it up. Without it I felt sad, incomplete (sort of like the King Missile guy without his detachable weenie). We’d cuddle on the couch and chat for hours.
As we sat in the lounge each night, Phil liked to greet Julie’s freshman sister with “Mornin’!” whenever she came into the lounge. She just made that smile-grimace which says, “Okay, whatever!”
Phil watched Beavis and Butthead, and though I used to hate it, he got me into it. He said he’d disowned S– High School (I forget if his alma mater was North or South) because he recently discovered the guys there now were all Beavises and Buttheads.
He grew his beard back because I said I liked him better with his little beard. Dave would yell at him to shave, and Phil would say somebody didn’t want him to. It grew in sparse and reddish, with several hairless spots: a sort of birthmark. I liked it that way.
Phil was in Roanoke Singers, which paid $200 a month: far better than what the rest of us got in work-study. I could never understand why Dave kept yelling at him to get a job, because he had one.
He used half his paycheck to pay for tuition each month, and the rest for food, gas, maintenance and car payments. He kept running out of money and asking people to lend him some. By the 15th of every month he owed so much to people that by the time he paid it back, he’d have to start borrowing again only a short time after.
It was a never-ending cycle, and though he did always pay back what he owed, I found my own wallet getting emptier all the time. I could usually pay for my food in the Muskie and for snacks and laundry, but would desperately need Phil to pay me back come payday.
It seemed as if Phil had more of my money than I did. The following fall, this was one thing I did not miss.
I mentioned the ill-fated relationships with Peter and Shawn, and Phil said, “You’re so nice to me! How could anybody not love you?”
Phil’s minivan was a Dodge Caravan, the kind that was so popular that year: boxy, wood paneling. Where there was paint instead of paneling, it was brown.
It was used (1985, according to a Firestone receipt), which confused me because I thought that model had only just come out. After all, a model exactly like it was so popular that year that it seemed there was one in nearly every parking lot or driveway. We thought this was funny.
Early on, Phil wanted us to find “our” song. We chose “I Can See Clearly Now,” the remake by Jimmy Cliff, because it had been one of my anthems that school year, and was also on the soundtrack for our first movie, Cool Runnings. Whenever we heard it, we turned it up. But I don’t think that in my mind it ever had quite the huge association with Phil that “Everything I Do” had with Peter.
Since Phil and several of my friends were in choir, I heard about the single choir director and saw her little, yellow sports car. It was a peculiar yellow, kind of a dark yellow.
The choir people loved it, and found the director amusing in a good sort of way. They liked the way she acted, the tips she gave, the way she directed, the way she said to say “watermelon” if you don’t remember the words because it really does look like you’re singing the right ones.
She began dating a professor, which surprised them, probably because he had already been teaching at Roanoke for at least 35 years, and she was only about 44 years old. (She eventually married somebody else.)
Heidi’s friend Paul was in choir. Phil told me that Paul’s hearing aid dog Maizie often accompanied the choir during practice. The choir would hit a high note and Maizie would start barking or howling along with them.
On Sundays I still liked to go eat with my friends in the cafeteria during dinner, as before, taking Phil with me. But now, Phil kept wanting me to leave them right after I’d eaten.
I always wanted to stay and chat and joke with my friends, but he’d sit or stand there with a stern look on his face and tell me he wanted to go. I’d try to resist, but he would practically make me leave.
My friends noticed this and maybe other things I missed, and began to dislike him. They thought he treated me like a child, that he was controlling, domineering and possessive.
He noticed that they didn’t like him anymore, but blamed this on his being Catholic (they were mostly Protestant) and supposedly socially annoying. So he didn’t like them, either.
I don’t know how I didn’t notice this when we kissed, but he did not brush his teeth very often. He also didn’t bathe very often. He had this thing against showers which I won’t explain on the Net, yet he didn’t take baths instead. I guess my nose slowly became immune.
Whenever Phil drove me to or from school on the road to S–, we passed a cemetery, and Phil held his breath. He had this childhood superstition that if he breathed by a cemetery, he would soon die and be buried there. Last I checked on Facebook, he’s still alive.
Once, we saw a dead cat by this cemetery, which upset us. How ironic that the cat would be killed by a car right by the cemetery.
The Plymouth Neon car debuted in 1994; the TV ads for it featured cars with froglike faces bouncing all over the place. When it stopped and faced the viewer, the caption “Hi!” appeared underneath it.
(These ads were so cute that in 1997, I got a 1995 Dodge Neon, my dream car at the time, and wrote on my Marquee (personalized) screensaver at work, “I now have a bouncy, baby Neon!”)
There was a billboard right by the cemetery, and one day, an ad for a Neon was put on it. It had a picture of a Neon facing the viewer, and said, “Hi!” It looked as if the car was trying to say hi to the people in the cemetery, but of course, none of them returned the greeting. Phil and I found this hilarious.
Though Peter had once been welcome in the O’Hara house, he was now ostracized: He tried to back up the computer or something like that, and ended up crashing the hard drive.
Everything had to be re-installed, and it was a big mess. Phil and I thought it was unfair of his family to ostracize Peter, since he didn’t mean to crash the hard drive.
I got my share of unfair treatment from Phil’s dad, too. First of all, one night in February, I wanted to take a shower because I was staying overnight at Phil’s. (I did so much of it that semester that Clarissa missed me and wanted me to spend more time in our room.)
I asked Phil when the best time was for taking a shower. He said nighttime, and that even though it was late, no one could hear the shower.
At my house, my mom could hear the shower because the bathroom was in the master bedroom; Phil said this was no problem at all at his house. He said, “Actually, people would prefer it if you showered at night, because in the morning everyone’s trying to take a shower.”
So I took mine that night. I also shaved, which I think I did with just the faucet occasionally running and not the shower after I bathed.
Then I had to rinse off the shaving cream with the shower, turned off the shower, squeezed out my hair and ran my hands under the faucet to rinse off any hairs that may have come off from my head onto my hands.
Then I dried off, got out of the shower, put on lotion, put some kind of leave-on conditioner in my hair and combed it, then left the bathroom.
After I came out of the shower, Phil said his dad had come to him and complained about somebody using the shower and keeping him awake, and turning off and on the water about three times.
I asked if he explained that he told me I should shower at that time, but I don’t believe he did. I was upset because I had specifically asked and then done what I had been told was the most polite thing to do, and still was accused of rudeness or not thinking of others.
At times I wondered if Phil’s dad hated me, because there were other things as well, such as Phil’s parents telling him (later that semester) that I didn’t live there. (At this time, Phil would say to me, how could he tell them I was his wife and had a right to be there?) Then there was the phone.
I would only use my phone card to call long-distance from Phil’s house, which I don’t think I did all that often. And since I used the phone card, I didn’t see a need to ask to use the phone.
I remember only one time when I used the phone to call home, and of course I used the card. I got off the phone feeling happy because it was a good chat with my parents.
Later, Phil told me that his dad found out I was calling home–I believe Dave told him, intending to get me in trouble–and got upset. He complained about me using the phone for long-distance, and not wanting to find a charge on the bill for a call to South Bend. I believe it was Phil who said, “Maybe she uses a phone card,” and calmed him down a bit.
I was upset about this because yes, I used a phone card, no, I was not rude and thoughtless, and why didn’t he ask me first before assuming that I was running up his phone bill and getting all mad at me?
If he didn’t believe Phil that I used a phone card, he certainly should have believed it when he looked at his next phone bill and there was absolutely no charge for a call to South Bend.
Table of Contents
- Meet the Suite
- Meeting Shawn–and a Ninja
- Campus Stories, Wisconsin, Campus Radio Station
- Campus, People, First College Boyfriend
- Dating a Ninja
March 1992: Shawn: Just Friends or Dating?
April 1992: Pledging, Prayer Group–and Peter’s Smear Campaign
October 1992–Shawn’s Exasperating Ambivalence:
Summer 1993: Music, Storm and Prophetic Dreams
- Classmate a stand-in for “Rudy”; Jigging at College Dance
- Library Tales
- Happiness Returns
- Living with Friends in Krueger
- Funny Library Stories
- Shawn Calls
- Psycho Roommates and Bug Wars
- Return of Rick
- Adjusting to New Dorm
- Spitball-Throwing Teacher
- Rat-Obsessed Teacher and Doctor Zhivago
- A Teacher Dated a Student; InterVarsity Fun
- Charlie Peacock Concert
- Random Stories
- Letter to Shawn
- Erotic Vampire Dream (Inspiration for Alexander Boa)
- I Ask Out James
- Peter Calls!
- The Fateful First Meeting of Phil
- The Birth of Dolphin Philosophy
- Our Group of Friends Splits Apart
- Spring Classes
- Big Red Flag: Phil’s Dysfunctional Family Life
- The Drunken Stork (Phil’s Controlling Nature Manifests)
- Idealizing Phase and Early Sign of Control
- Phil Tries to Control my Friendships, Unfair Accusations from his Dad and Brother
- Phil Gaslights Me with Fake Dreams, Ridicule and Psychological Abuse
- Another Pre-Engagement
June 1994–Bits of Abuse Here and There:
- The Abuse Worsens in the Summer of Hell
- Phil rapes me anally
- Phil tries to control me through refusing everything I want–even proper hygiene
- Phil’s cruel hoax on me: his “subconscious” coming out to be with me
- Phil’s “subconscious” explains why he’s coming out to talk to me
- The lies unravel as Phil admits to conning me; also, fright as my periods turn wacky
- How Phil’s behavior fit the signs of abuse
- Phil Mindscrews Me: changes history, blames me for things that were not my fault, treats me like an idiot during games
- Phil says if he abuses me, it takes two people to sign the divorce papers
- Pearl reveals that Phil is costing me social invitations
- Hints that Phil is checking out of the marriage
September 1994–Divorce: The Long, Dark, Painful Tunnel:
- Phil picks fights and avoids responsibilities to make me feel like a shrew
- My husband Phil, Dave and Pearl call me a party pooper for getting a Grade II concussion
- I’m ecstatic to be back with my friends (the ones Phil hates); I meet Charles
- Phil vanishes without a word of why
- Phil wants a divorce
- My friends tells me that Phil is controlling and possessive
- My first Pentecostal church service: They speak in tongues
- Phil refuses to accept responsibility for the divorce
- Phil cuts off contact
- Attack of Phil’s Flying Monkey and Sycophant: Dirk
- Phil the narcissist admits to manipulating people and using them as pawns in his game with me
- Phil comes crawling back to me–and we put our marriage on paper
- Phil demands my complete submission and forces me into oral sex–and my will is broken, for fear he’ll divorce me again
- Phil walks away from me again–because I dare to have my own mind, opinions and needs–and because he’s a sociopath
- Fierce anger against Phil and PTSD from the abuse
- My friends tell me Phil is psychotic
- “Soul Ties”
- I return Phil’s things and he skewers me; consolation from friends
- My letter to Phil
- Phil shows my letter to his friends; I’m triggered by reminder of forced oral sex
- I start dating Charles
- Friends tell me Phil is controlling
- I feel stalked by Phil
- Poem about being stalked by Phil
- Fury at Phil stalking me and rubbing my face in his new relationship
- A Date with the Vampire
- Celtic Class: Knotwork, Tin Whistles, SCA–and Drinking from a Skull
- The Teddy-O Incident; Birth of These Memoirs
- We Hook Up to the Internet–and Shawn Fixates on My Sex Life
- New Guy Begging at My Feet
- Life on TCB
- Meeting Cugan (Hubby)
- Learning my ex Peter was a love-fraud; New Men
- Before Tracy, There Was the Avenger (Sociopathic Female Bullies Pt 1)
- Torn between three men as Catherine pushes me toward Cugan
- The Love Rectangle
- Torn between FIVE men! Me?
- Persephone’s Own Outrageous Stories of Phil’s Abuse
- College-style living
- Online Shenanigans
- Phil Finds TCB; Meeting a Hit Man
- Gypsy’s Party: Healed friendship with Peter
- The Avenger Starts a Flame War (Sociopathic Female Bullies Pt 2)
- Meeting the elusive Speaker
- First Date with Future Hubby Cugan
- On Breaking Up with Kindness
- Loony Roommies and Flying Gargoyles
- The Goddess of Pleasure and Salt
- A Conversation with Oscar Wilde
- My First SCA Event
- Cugan: a vast improvement over Phil
- Easter with Cugan’s family and SCA
- Cugan breaks up with me
- After breakup: Phil’s return and trolls
- Cugan comes back
- SCA hippies; college senioritis: anxiety!
- Or should I move back in with my parents?