The last few days have brought realizations and finally, I hope, the ability to move forward. As some of you know, I have attempted NC for a few months with limited success. She agreed but then would persist in efforts to contact me. I would eventually take a call or return a txt or email and we'd be communicating again, although I had not actually seen her.
I had been trying to make some sense out of the way I gave so much of myself to her––I wanted to believe that the golden time, in the beginning at least, was real. I was trying to salvage something, to validate memories and emotions, probably to keep from having to admit to certain other things that I wasn't ready to deal with directly. This in part because of having never been able to know for sure if she was telling the truth and if I was being obsessively jealous, doubting, accusatory, and generally having no faith in her when I should have just been trusting and taking her at her word.
What kept me so wrapped up was suspecting, but not knowing, the nature of her relationship with her ex-bf. Of course I wanted to believe that they were "just friends" as she went to great lengths to convince me and somehow I managed to give her the benefit of the doubt time and again, yet with a constant nagging suspicion that it was all a lie. She worked so hard to convince me that I was the one with the problem––that I had a way of drawing conclusions and then making data and perceptions fit the situation in such a way as to reinforce what I wanted to believe or had already concluded. Attributing motive as she termed it, which to her is the most egregious of transgressions. I would compare behaviors and explanations to accepted social convention and tell her it just didn't pass the sniff test. She insisted that if I would quit doing these things and just believe what people (she) say without trying to make every detail reconcile that I would remove obstacles in my life and be better for it. "You have a way of clinging to what you want to believe a person feels and then of course things don't make sense if they really don't feel the way you believe." [and] "you have an odd way of turning things around so you can hang onto what you want to believe."
So, after a couple of months we were talking again, although I still had not seen her. I knew she was spending time with the ex-bf and was pretty sure of what it was at this point, although not completely sure it had been going on the whole time. I finally understood that it was important to me to know for sure. So this past weekend she hinted that she'd be open to us getting together casually to just watch a movie (not really). I decided to go and to leverage a new piece of information and to call her on it all. So, to get to the point, I used what I knew and tacked on what I wanted to know and confronted her with it all as a complete package. She denied everything at first and finally I told her I knew for a fact that she had been screwing the ex-bf right in that bed exactly 24 hours ago. Still reluctant, she finally caved and admitted it all, blaming me of course with warped logic for having been the one at fault and also angry and accusing me of all kinds of stuff because of me being correct in the bluff about the previous night and her not knowing how I knew. The amazing thing is that it never crossed her mind, or at least didn't seem to bother her, that she had inflicted so much emotional pain, or to be apologetic in any way––she had just revealed to me what she knew all along, that the whole relationship had been a lie and herself an empty, soulless, shell lacking any substance whatsoever. And all she could do was blameshift and grasp at new angles to convince me that I am the one who should feel guilty.
I was right––it is better to know. The lingering doubt about the deception was causing me to be susceptible to her continuing manipulations. Now I feel like I've flung the lying slut off a cliff and have turned my back to walk away.