Initial Relationship Discovery
Let’s establish that we were in a relationship for several years before I discovered specific details that provided a logical explanation for a pattern of occurrences. The idea of infidelity behind these occurrences had been overlooked and deemed unlikely because of her ongoing portrayal of innocence and because both her mother and mine vouched for her. This led me to question myself and my interpretation of the situations, obligating me to approach the matter with open-mindedness and without judgment.
I approached her calmly, stating what I had discovered. I asked her who the three guys were and why they were saved in such a peculiar place—not on her contact list, but outside of her personal address book. I did not ask questions about all three contacts together. Perhaps she had some sort of logical explanation, and I didn’t want to come off as giving the impression of being interrogated. While looking me in the eyes, she portrayed herself as shocked, unaware, and innocent. The explanation she gave me was questionable and could not cover for the other two, so I brought up the second one, forcing her to explain how it, too, was saved alongside the other. Her story and pose began to tremble. Despite her attempt to explain and cover the gaps and holes in her story, it was becoming apparent she was lying. I asked how the third could have fallen into the same scenario, and when I did, she blew up. After observing her reactions and listening to her explanations, I insisted that her story didn’t make sense and pointed out the logical inconsistencies that revealed she was falsifying everything she had said.
I don’t recall for certain whether I was able to finish speaking my point of view before her reactions changed. First, she made me out to be in the wrong for prying into her personal life. I was able to justify my stumbling onto the contacts. Then, she started screaming and shouting accusations and insulting me. This was followed by a portrayal of anger and disappointment toward me. The distance she created was very clear, as she stormed out the door screaming she was not coming back, making it very clear the relationship was over. This was an emotional attack that left me with the idea that she had these three individuals to run to, especially because of the separation and my so-called doubting her. This was the first of many separations related to the suspected infidelity. She made me out to be in the wrong, admitting to her mom that I had found the contacts on her phone but sticking to her falsified story. She claimed she didn’t know how they got saved on her phone and that she had nothing to do with them. She portrayed the reason for our separation as me reacting out of jealousy, ultimately casting herself as the victim when she left to stay with her mom.
Separations and Reconciliations
The majority of our separations came suddenly and without notice. On the occasions that I suggested she leave, it was particularly when she would make claims of “lying about lying” because I refused to accept what she would initially claim to be the honest truth. I’ll describe a few more revealing occasions that display similar behavioral patterns. I’ll continue with the significant details of this initial occurrence of discovering the contact information on her phone.
As I began explaining the possibility, based on my thoughts and my belief in her, I considered the potential that I might be mistaken. Although I couldn’t see how I could be, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I let go of the argument and refrained from bringing it up. After some time, we made contact again. I pointed out that I had merely asked a question; I wasn’t upset, rude, or trying to start an argument. Reflecting on the comments I had made and the fact that I was the one making the initial contact after the separation, I went to visit her on a couple of occasions. On one of these visits, I was confronted by her mom, who re-emphasized her belief that her daughter was not the type of person to be out all night at clubs, socializing with girlfriends, and much less sleeping around with different guys. After a while, we eventually agreed to start over and try again.
I gave the whole situation the benefit of the doubt. However, the likelihood of the situation being as it was being portrayed versus the logical explanations and potential reality that made perfect sense was not something I ignored. On the contrary, those red flags, along with details I had discovered, heightened my awareness. This eventually led me to the discovery of undeniable evidence, proving that her initial story—that she didn’t know how they got on her phone and had nothing to do with them—was a fabrication. This evidence also brought to light that she had been in contact with each of the men via phone, text, and social media on more than one occasion through the first few months.
The Reality of the Betrayal
Let’s start this section by establishing the fact that I was already about a year and a half into this relationship. I had already felt my intuition tell me that something was wrong; I had already suspected infidelity. I had unjustly been ill-treated, humiliated, and disrespected. I had also been accused and talked down to and scolded by her mother. They had already begun to look down on me as a person who couldn’t keep my head together. I had already started losing my focus and concentration on my business, and I was starting to feel inadequate, useless, and incompetent.
At that point in our relationship, I don’t believe her mother knew—and still I don’t believe to this day—she knows the whole truth of the situation. After discovering the undeniable evidence—the actual phone calls, text messages, and social media activity with these individuals, as well as the communication between them—I felt truly betrayed. I felt deceived and let down. The idea of her being innocent was shattered. I could not understand how this came to pass.
This meant that all the initial trouble and obstacles I faced in the beginning of our relationship, when I was trying to fix what I believed was just a lack of communication, were not what they seemed. Her mom was telling me to be patient with her indecisive daughter and to love her. I had promised to love and take care of her daughter, and I had promised her daughter that she could drag me through hell and I would not let go. I was really in it for the long run, and I wanted us to come out winning in the end and overcome what I believed were the initial obstacles. But the reality was contrary to that: she had been unfaithful from the very beginning, and I have evidence that it happened even prior to us rekindling our relationship.
Her accusations and demands were not only unnecessary; they were in vain. She was calling me to act and keep to my responsibilities. She was portraying herself as innocent so that I would continuously uphold my responsibility and my commitment.
Yes, it caused a lot of pain. Not so much anger, but I was greatly disappointed. I could not believe it, and I still doubted, even though I had the evidence right in front of me. She would flip the script, suggesting I had no respect for her and that going through her private life and making issues of things I knew nothing about was where I went wrong and why I was in the trouble I was in. I would ask her if that’s what she wanted to do. I would suggest that if she wanted to live that life, she should go on and live it, but without me. And she would say that she wanted to live her life with me and that she was here because she wanted to have a relationship with me. But then I would give in to that idea, to her statement, or to her declaration, and then I would get stabbed in the back again with the same patterns of behavior and the same event patterns.
The Deception and its Impact
I don’t even recall how much it impacted me. All I know is that I continuously looked for answers, looking for any details that would suggest my interpretation was inaccurate or that I was incorrect. The more I dug, the more these patterns occurred and re-occurred. The more details I dug into, the more evidence suggested other occasions and additional encounters. It even got to the point where it eventually suggested that this was all intentional and premeditated.
It drove me to a point where I could not focus on anything else other than the reality of the situation. It was something that was unimaginable, and I did not know the extent of the gravity of the situation. The more I dug, the deeper the details became, and the greater this deception became. The more profound the realization of this betrayal became, the more it revealed that this occurred with malice. It was humiliating and became evident because she not only lied to my face and made me look like the aggressor and the one in the wrong, but she also put me through the trouble of disbelieving her, the yelling and screaming, the act of victimization, the accusations, and putting me on bad terms with her mom and her family.
The time that went by, the periods that we were separated and I was alone trying to resolve what was going on, the discovery of more details that just contributed to what was already set in stone, along with additional details that suggested other events, other encounters with other individuals—it all added up. Then came the referencing of all this on her timeline, with images and comments that were insulting and humiliating but were placed indirectly, a form of “polite abuse.” I don’t believe she meant for me to discover the “journal” or the way she was logging or describing the events on her timeline. I think I discovered that and figured out the pattern of it on her social media, and that is what created another level or another means of piecing together the actual details, which completely revealed the truth behind the whole situation.
Clarity, Not Closure
I wouldn’t call it closure, but it did bring clarity and a logical explanation for the events that were being denied. It made everything very clear and precise; it just brought everything to light. Her comments, images, and posts reflected the patience that she had to get reacquainted, and then the effort to be provocative, to insinuate different details, to make utterances and comments, the reactions regarding frustration and depression, and mental manipulation. Then it would go on to posts and comments about, for example, “a man is judged by how his wife and children think of him,” or “if a man cannot maintain his household, what kind of a man is he?” And then it would go on to reflect on karma or some form of punishment. Then it would go on to reference or insinuate another encounter with one of these individuals or some new individual, such as, “Yesterday was an awesome day at the park; it was very, very pleasurable,” for example. All these references aligned with each other and went on for a long period of time.
When I discovered them, it was something that she could not change anymore. So even now, she continues to carry out her posts and comments with the same pattern, but now she has these suggestions like, “Well, you already knew it,” or “What are you going to do about it?” and so on and so forth. I’ll go on to describe other events that were particularly in line with what I’m trying to describe. It got to the point where I found evidence of a premeditated comment. She made a comment before we even got reacquainted, suggesting that if we ever did get back together, she was going to remind me of how much it hurt to have gotten separated. She also had some text messages with a girlfriend of hers that said—and I’ll quote because they were in Spanish—”Either he’s going to behave or he’s going to behave.” The wording was spelled out to insinuate a reference that was a diminishing of my masculinity. It was an insult; it was humiliating. The response made by her friend, not only in those text messages but also in comments online, suggested that they were communicating with the understanding that I had made it out to be.
Final Realization and Discovery
Now I’m going to go on to describe other occurrences. It wasn’t too long after the discovery of the undeniable evidence that I found a particular pattern describing or elaborating the details concerning the events that she partook of after and during our separations. It also referenced the reality of the situations after we would get back together. But those patterns of posts and comments continuously implied or insinuated the same form of strategized acts or acting strategically to eventually come to a separation where she could distance herself from me and continue her infidelity with these particular individuals. This made it something she could justify and get away with and then throw in my face later if I wanted to get back with her. I had to come to the realization that that’s what had happened, that’s what she wanted, and that the whole thing was manipulated for her benefit.
Eventually, it became very agitating because I was in the process of losing my business. I had already disappointed my family and betrayed my father, with whom I had established the business. I had become very successful, but I was losing everything. She was mocking me to my face and laughing. I was successful when she came into my life, but trying to make sense of what was going on in the beginning—because I was obligated to fulfill my responsibilities toward her and my promises to her mother—eventually turned out to be a distraction that consumed my self-confidence. Then the discovery of the potential betrayal that lined up with her actions and behaviors made it harder on me. Then her accusing me, blame-shifting, gaslighting, and just leaving things out in the air with no closure led me to continue discovering additional details that would eventually piece together the necessary elements to illustrate and prove that this whole thing was a façade intended to destroy, humiliate, and cause the harm that it did. After every separation and getting back together, comments, posts, and utterances she made in person now made sense as to the intention—she was intentionally mocking and insulting me and laughing in my face because I was losing everything trying to figure out the truth, which was ultimately as she had already implied her cruel intention that was carried out while wearing a mask of innocense and washing her hand of any wrong doing.
After piecing together the pattern of details that she would post, comment, and insinuate on her social media, I was determined to figure out how I could explain this, how I could prove or make sense of this. And so at that point, despite the fact that I was undergoing the loss of everything and the emotional and psychological distress, I took it upon myself to continue trying to resolve and find an understanding of what was going on. That’s when I discovered details. It started with looking up the characteristics of her zodiac sign, which is a Taurus. I found references that a Taurus woman would make an enemy of an Aquarius man, which is my zodiac. I also found that a Taurus woman and an Aquarius man are a very difficult relationship. If they do not establish communication and trust from the very beginning, and if the Taurus woman cannot come to terms with the fact that the Aquarius man is always looking at the bigger picture and will ultimately take them in a good direction, then it will fail. I found references to the fact that a Taurus woman is very stubborn and has a very vengeful nature that is slow, calculated, and strategic and will ultimately destroy her enemies. The references and comments and the effects I was undergoing brought up references to narcissism, and then narcissism brought up references to a covert narcissist and all the manipulation, reactive abuse, and polite abuse. All those details described the situation I was in. I said, “Man, that’s exactly how I feel. That’s exactly what I saw. This is exactly how I interpreted it.”
Then I later discovered the potential of this being something demonic, a spiritual matter. I went to my faith and to the Bible. On six different occasions, with different Bibles, on different days, and at different times, I addressed her denial of having lied—those times when she lied about not lying. When I would suggest that she leave on those separate occasions, I randomly opened a different Bible, and on each of those occasions, I would ask her to read the passage I had been led to. On those occasions passages regarding adultery, covetousness, the immoral woman and so on. But on the an occasion where I finally drew the line because she began to insult my faith and belief that God could intervene and reveal the truth in that manner, I told her, “Look, I could have read anything. I could have opened any book, any Bible, I could have started reading anywhere, and it could have been regarding any other subject in the Bible, but what are the odds of having read about the subject of adultery?” She ridiculed and insulted me, and I said, “Look, I’m going to read something right now that has nothing to do with adultery, that has nothing to do with you, nor the situation that I am in with you.” And at that very moment, I opened a Bible that was in front of me, and divinely led, I opened it and began reading “The Role of a Godly Wife.”
We are well into 2017-2018 by this time. I also have begun piecing together patterns of observed behavior. I began researching everything surrounding the obvious, such as the consequential effects of infidelity on the faithful partner. I did an in-depth study of narcissism and its details, the Jezebel spirit, and things really began to start making sense. I started learning about provocative abuse, polite abuse, and the intentional infliction of emotional distress. I remember spending countless days and hours reading, learning, and searching. All the while, something would come up that needed my attention—insinuations or frustrations because of what I was doing. Of course, they didn’t want me to uncover the full detail of the entire truth. So instead of helping me, instead of telling me the truth up front, instead of saying, “I’m sorry, I’ve done this to you, I hope you’re all right, and it’s best we go our own ways. I take responsibility for what I’ve done, whatever I can do to make it right with you.” But the fact that my mother trusted this woman with her son… here I am trying to keep a promise to her mother to love and care for her daughter. Her mother is praying over me, accusing me of being possessed by demons and devils, all the while her daughter is getting away with murder.
I’ll keep on going. Literally, that is why I had such a difficult time piecing this all together because it was unimaginable. Once I realized and I connected this woman with a full dark triad psychological disorder, a full demonic entity triad, and the astrological alignment of a Taurus woman making an enemy of an Aquarius man—vengefulness, stubbornness, lustfulness, potentially being ruled by Venus—wow. This was like the devil’s daughter. And no wonder, a few days after she walked in there, the scripture manifested that says that the devil and a messenger of Satan was sent to Paul. But then I read that same scripture the day she left, and the scriptures and the tarot readings that I have encountered between then and now have the same message.
This is a good enough moment to add what I’m experiencing and observing as the days pass by. By this point, I’ve pieced together details that implicate this woman in having exhausted me by flipping the script against me while running around with multiple men, while boasting and posting the details that correlate with the reality in fragmented pieces across time, keeping an egotistical account of what she has done. This is where I’ll say it was beyond what I had imagined; it was unimaginable. The worst that I could imagine, trying to plug in the pieces to the puzzle—the pieces that were missing, the pieces that were unknown, what could be going on behind the scenes—was not even close to what was really going on. But it got me close enough where, having an idea of what could occur on the other side of the wall, I started picking up fragmented pieces that fit that description. And lo and behold, I have a track record of ongoing affairs with multiple men and then mockery and insults to me directly, and a boastful, egotistical journaling of what she saw as some sort of trophy. If it was so honorable and so good, something to boast about, then why not make it public? People get recognized for Employee of the Year or for saving people. People get recognized for these accomplishments. She’s recognizing herself in her own head, and yet she affected not only me but my family—my mom, dad, sister, brother, nephews, my own children. Let alone, she stole the blessings that were a part of the life we were living from her own family, which was something that I had as a high priority.
So we go into observed behavioral patterns and details of her life I am aware of, and I start reading into the characteristics of her Zodiac. Now, at first glance, I’m becoming aware of how she fits the descriptions in more ways than one. There are significant details that give logical sense to what I have been struggling to understand. Then I discover dark traits of the same Zodiac. At this point, these details I have picked up on and am delving into becoming fully knowledgeable of. Upon doing so, I come across details that revolve around and align with the characteristics of narcissism. In listening to psychic readings, I become aware of how narcissism is associated with the Jezebel Spirit, and when I begin researching, I find myself in a multidimensional alignment of characteristics, traits, and behavioral patterns. So here comes this woman who is sexually manipulating and seducing other men into some sort of comic show where she is belittling me. I’m thinking that she’s not there, trying not to make a big deal of it, and she’s doing it to spite me because I’ve done something wrong. But the only wrong I had done was believing and trusting in her. She would provoke a reaction out of me and then run off playing the victim, crying wolf and saying, “See how he reacted? I told you he was crazy, he’s out of his mind,” and then seducing whoever she ran to into an intimate encounter. She’s really good at playing innocent and the victim. So with the wounded, victim-based facial expression, this innocent, kind, generous, loving woman turns into this woman that is lustful and loves the aggression and the encounter with this man she is now with. Not only does he get another boost to his ego, but he gets it on the throne next to the queen, thinking he’s the king of the castle. Hence, I was referenced to manifested Babylonian kings and how they wanted to go to war and destroy the temple of God. She’s pretty slick.