Anywho, I'm fascinated and a little unsettled by what I always previously thought was her most endearing feature: her HPD face.
Have you ever seen that look on someone's face the moment they wake from a nap and try to focus on what you are saying? That's the face I'm talking about. It's completely blank, followed by the emotion she selects as suitable for the moment.
The HPD face (I invented that term; all rights reserved

Small children do this and that's why it's endearing.
Now that I understand what's going on a little better, it's not endearing. It's disturbing.
That blank face is how she pulled off both her "sleepwalking" routines and her reaction to anxiety medication. I realize now that both were faked. She just left it blank and acted confused.
It got me to wondering about whether the selection of responses is truly random or if there is a subconscious intent to manipulate. I'm biased, but it would make a lot more sense if it was subconsciously driven. She has so many skeletons in that inner closet she can't look in it. She hates her father, and by extension all men including yours truly. She doesn't know why she does what she does...
OTOH, If it's truly random as my therapist suggests, it's awfully lucky (or unlucky depending on POV) that it's effective.
You know, as angry as we victims can get it's really our own fault. We're the ones who expect honesty, reason, and empathy. It's not their fault they can't pull off the trick that seems to come so naturally to us. If we were as manipulative and soulless as we sometimes con ourselves into believing they are, we could easily crush them.
We have two ovewhelming advantages: #1 we know what effect our behavior will have on them. #2 We can formulate plans.
If I just wanted to, I could have hot and cold running HPD hotties in my house, all bent to my will. My ex could wash their feet as they enter.
But I wouldn't do that. I'd feel like a monster. Plus, the charm disappears once you see that it's fake.
That's why I am no longer under her spell. I recognize her for what she really is: Not a sex-object, but an emotional child.
Quite a few people around here want to get even. Once you digest this, you quickly realize you've already "won".
I realized that tonight. I didn't have to fight my urge to fall for the game. I had to fight my urge to be repulsed. I'm glad I'm me and not her.