A truly great scammer makes all your dearest dreams seem possible. He pretends to be the person you admire most in the world and, worst of all, he pretends that person could love you for who you really are.
He encourages you to do the things you enjoy and excel at and is an ever willing and ready admirer of all your attempts.
He seldom seems to push you. He doesn't have to. He is so sweet that you want to please him, to do for him all the wonderful things he seems to be doing for you.
He is an optimist beyond belief and that is where I should have recognized it as a scammer. Nothing was impossible where he was concerned. He promised me the sun, the earth, the sky and all the light and love in between.
He fed my fantasies, stoked my imagination, loved me like every woman has ever dreamed of being loved.
Except none of it was real. Giving him up was like ordering the death of Prince Charming and resigning myself to going back to normal now seemed drab and lonely and empty. It was only four months, but it was the best four months of my entire life.
Until it wasn't.
As long as I kept pouring money into Our Dream he was willing to continue on. Even when all the money was gone he offered to find a way to get more money so we could live out Our Dream. Of course he sent me a check to cover all this money. I just had to hold on to it until he got here. How can I explain why I was so gullible? How could I not have seen? How could anyone be so naive?
I don't have the answer to those questions. I may never understand exactly what happened. I, an intelligent, educated woman, living a contented and very satisfactory life fell completely into the hands of an unscrupulous person. A person I still have trouble feeling true anger for even though he did the worst thing anyone could ever do to another person short of killing them. In fact, I almost did that for him when it was all over. I wanted to end my own life.
I have a good family and good friends and someone who promised they will always be here for me. Everything is going to be okay. I keep telling myself that.
And maybe it will.
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