Then checked myself into a 9 week rehab last summer.
It’s been a journey. I was always the “fun one with a story”
Then I met a conman. Got a rep as the Calgary tinder swindler. I met him through highly educated people at a private gym. Lied about his name. Lied about having cancer. Used his son to gain trust.
He took nothing from me and I almost wish he left with thousands, instead of gaining my trust and abusing it. Sharing “vulnerable” stories his sister would confirm to me never happened. The guy cons married women, men, singe women. He is effectively so good.
When I found out the person I was getting to know lied about his name and everything else (even brought clients out to hockey games with our friend group. I still have no idea who they were. The company didn’t exist).
It was a short couple months but it made me realize I need serious trauma and addiction help in rehab. I didn’t think I could do an impact statement. I was told it wouldn’t matter.
I got sober. And I did have all the receipts of how he wasted other peoples time and resources.
So today I filed my impact statement. there is a whole Facebook group about him. I’ll never ask anyone to open old wounds. His family eventually said to me “we have come to terms with whatever happens to him.”
I can’t imagine that. I’ve had nothing but support the entire time.
The fact that he could pull so much of this off was how he was such a good time. How defenses come down when you’re someone’s drinking buddy.
I’d rather have trust issues to work through than do nothing.
Deuces Bryan. You played yourself. I got better. The sweet victory of you having to hear my last name as my cousin is a corrections officer there passes my mind. But I think my gratitude today is I know longer think about you. Almost ever. But I recounted in clearly, soberly today in hopes that at least your small child does not have to try to make sense of his dad’s lies.
Thanks for making me realize I was living with my eyes wide shut. Grateful for that.