There's a saying that goes something along the lines of men fall in love through their eyes,

while women fall in love with their ears through words. This isn't too far off from what happened

with Elvie when she first met a man that we'll call La Petit Douche. And while he wasn't her type,

per se, he sure made an impression, a person who was

thoughtful and kind. I don't care how tall he is. I don't care what his background is,

what he looks like, looks art and important. And I tell you, I met this man within a week.

The universe delivered. He seemed to really care and was always eager to help.

Like, well, I'm so bubbly in everything, that might be good next, right, opposite the truck.

So maybe he'll be, um, the yin to my yang. But the honeymoon didn't last long, always having a weird feeling in her gut.

So he left his work phone on my nightstand, and some things just told me, check it.

It really was, what I would say, the mask starts a slip, right?

You kind of see this different person, but just for like 20 seconds, right? And it was like, unless you're there, you can't really explain it.

Gaslighting, future faking, crazy making, pathological lies.

Like different person, like those dead eyes, that face, I guess it's probably the micro expressions, and he just said, you're crazy.

Like I said, they're little tiny, tiny little nuggets that you don't think are a big thing,

but they start adding up and adding up and adding up. It's like I didn't, I knew him, but I didn't

know him.

A harem of women. Being the crazy ex and then being contacted by the next ex a year after trying to

warn her. And I go into his DMs on IG, Instagram, and I open it, and I will never forget it.

He wrote something like Lucky Guy, and then she wrote back with just like heart emojis. He almost immediately responds with

when do I get to grab a hold. Getting digitally stopped, identity theft. Yes, the logging was changed

to your online profile, but your email and everything is all the same to get statements. But we can't

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