I found this site after listening to the latest episode of This American Life called Secret Identity. I recommend anyone dealing with Delusional Disorder to take a listen. It was a watershed moment for me.
For 17 years (married for 9 of those) I never understood what was wrong with my husband. He was always jealous. We meet in high school. I figured (as best as my 15 year old brain could) that he would mature and grow out of it. He NEVER DID. It only got worse and worse. Accusations of affairs with friends, teachers, class mates, colleagues. The List went on and on. And no one was ever forgotten. I remember once while we were in high school we went to a party and some friends of mine thought it would be funny to tell my then boyfriend that I had gone off with a guy named Jeremy. I hadn't. There wasn't even a person named Jeremy at the party. For YEARS, right up until the end, he would say "You never told me the truth about Jeremy."
I thought he was insecure. I thought he would grow. He would see me for the loyal partner I was.
I tried every response I could think of. I was sad, crying, trying to show him how his statements hurt me. I was angry and yelled at him for being wrong. I laughed at him and called him stupid and ridiculous. Then I shut down. I didn't engage. Finally, I would threaten to leave. I was numb. Here we were, two adults in our early 30s successful careers, big house, all the stuff we were supposed to want and I was ready to have a family - and he couldn't stop. He wouldn't go to counseling.
And that's when I made my mistake. I thought to myself, well this is your life, and if you are going to stay and have a family with this man, you might as well try and make yourself happy. I was angry. Crazy really. I thought, he accuses you of it all the time. He goes through your phone, email, facebook, car, etc and says you are doing it anyway. So why don't you? It's your last chance. You will have kids and be tied to your life. So live!
So I cheated. It was liberating. It made life real again.
And then the crash. I exploded my life. And worst of all - he then "knew" he had been right about me all along. 17 years of loyalty down the drain.
He went crazy. Bought a handgun. Threatened to shoot my lover, himself. He would wake me up in the middle of the night screaming.
I left. I had to leave. Now I'm shunned by most of our friends. Judged, but no one really knows what happened.
And I think there is part of him that knows. But its too late for all that. I can't go back. I can't trust him and he certainly can't trust me.
I didn't know what was wrong with him. I thought he was insecure and selfish. Maybe a little OCD, paranoid. But it has a name. DDJ. And I DIDN'T DESERVE IT.