Finding out someone you loved (romantically, or friendship, or family member) is not what you thought they were, brings a unique pain…..
Then there was my former best friend Richard. I just got an e-mail today from a forum we used to go on together to defend Orthodoxy. I couldn’t stand getting these reminders anymore from a forum we haven’t been on for nearly three years, so I went to try to delete my account. However, there is no way to do that.
It reminded me of how religious and righteous he always seemed to be, and how the truth was that he’s showing traits of narcissism, that he’s a violent man who did an evil, evil deed, nearly killing his 9-year-old daughter by choking her to unconsciousness.
Then there was finding out what my former boss did. I thought he was a good person, despite his temper, and I liked him. But no, he’s so violently abusive that he went to jail for 9 months, drove away the wife he loved, and lost custody of all his children….
I’m still mourning for him and for Richard, as if they had died, because the person I thought I knew, is dead–or never existed….
This is a repost of one of my old posts. Read more of it here.