So, I was chatting with Lucy, my co-writer. And we were talking about how somehow, things always became our fault. And I remembered…once I actually went all scientifican method and tested this hypothesis

I live in Texas. And during the time I was with my xSO, we lived in a very rural part of the state; his home turf, the Rio Grande Valley. So he knew his way around. And for me, while I was down there, I simply could not get my barings. This was especially frustrating from me because I usually have a good sense of direction.

Anyway, on the night I decided to test this “hypothesis,” we were driving about  45 minutes to a town about 4 towns from where we were. I was high (we were both weed smokers) and every time we hit an intersection, he would ask me which way he should turn. And if agreed with the way he suggested and it was wrong, then I should have known better. If I disagreed with him and was wrong, we’ll that one is just cut and dry. He shouldn’t have listened to. And I was not acknowledged if I was ever right.

It was totally bizarre. Like I had mad this huge realization…but in reality, I knew that was what he was like all along…


First blog post

This is our very first blog post. I am Betty, and I am not broken.

This is a place where we are going to figure out how to fix the pieces left behind.

I was in a relationship with a sociopath. I loved him. I love him still. He is the father of my children. I will likely never love another person the way I have loved him. I don’t know yet if that is a good or a bad thing.

I guess that’s what this is about. My co-writer and I have bonded over our similar experiences. We find it cathartic and interesting and strange that sociopaths seem to follow the same play book.

I don’t know really what the point of this post was. Perhaps to introduce myself and the blog a bit. Perhaps to just become a bit more clear headed about things. I don’t know.

Please expect more ramblings from me in the future.

Thank you for reading. I will likely be posting often.