Beginning. The psychopath who destroys lives. Or, how it all started.
started, written, on December 28, 2020, update on February 6, 2021
Beginning. The psychopath who destroys lives. Or, how it all started.
This is a text of love, by a man (Constantinescu), who fell in love with me, my picture and my posts on Facebook! Without knowing me! And that "check in your heart" is his statement, of the super-in love man who tries to induce me the same state of bliss, of love, that he had. The fantasy of the sex-obsessed, the psychopath RFC, from the beginning. It's all his sick imagination, and you will see WHY I affirm this, but first, I want to tell you the true story that has great importance, connection and relevance both with this text, and with everything that happened, from what started it all.
The enigma of the profile picture. THIS PICTURE. Speaking of the next writing you're going to read, after these explanations. Yes, this was my first profile picture on Facebook.
Due to the fact that I hadn't seen him in seven years, I mean since I got married, I didn't have his phone number, and the only way to talk to him (for a collaboration, business) was through Facebook, so I found the Zaza club page on Facebook, and then the personal one. Yes, you understand, I refer to LN, my ex-boyfriend, the owner of the Zaza club. Since I didn't have published anything on my profile picture, and my last name, not knowing it, probably wouldn't have indicated who I am (because my personal page is made with my current name, the one I received at my marriage to my husband), I decided to put a picture from the period near our relationship, as he knew me.
And that's how it all started. Due to the fact that the strength of our relationship was not communication, and that was not because of me, I gave him 'add friend' in the hope that any feelings or resentments, no longer exists, and that, we will be able to make a collaboration like those we had previously, that is, fashion presentations. I was pretty sure he was keeping in touch or he could find models for future fashion shows, given that he had owned a modeling agency.
Meanwhile, I studied the pictures posted on the club's Facebook account, those with his clients, which his club had, to get an idea of his client's profile, what kind of women, go there, how they dress, how to organize club events, parties, to get an idea of what kind of products and how I could present there. I was also thinking of a collection of underwear (because I had shops with this specific), but also a collection of outfits for the club. I was determined to make a strong launch on the market and, I wanted to ask for his help, and with his support, in his club, to organize some impact events, beneficial to both sides. I, as you know, some of you, besides the fact that I had the advertising agency and organized a very big miss contest, in all the counties of Transylvania, Banat, Crisana, Maramures, more precisely in 15 cities, the county capitals of these regions, I organized some public events in the shopping center SORA Shopping center, both in February, on the occasion of the day of lovers, Valentines's day, as well as in March, on the occasion of Women's Day, all in that year, i.e. in 2014. I'm going to publish pictures in another article of these events that I organized with the help of my husband.
Returning to the Facebook page, (from which started all this unusual and abnormal situation), at the same time, I was also attentive to the graphics and message of the posts, the theme of the parties and, surprise, there I found some elements that put me on my thoughts. He, Lucian, is a creative guy with imagination, sensitive and attentive to detail (excessively attentive), and what I had seen, led me to think of the posters that he used to stick on the side wall of my store, the ones by which he sent me messages, through thematic, graphics and writing, ie, encoded, in a 'code' that I had to understand, because they were done during periods when we were not talking, periods of suffering (out of love or unmeasured pride). But of course that exists, also those positives.
So, this "system", graphic, symbols and writings, represented in the posters and flyers that he stuck on my store (on the side), or, by models from his modeling agency, which he sent in front of my store to share those advertisements for his parties, constituted for the first time, such a real "communication" of Lucian to me. Why was he doing this? I was kind in my expression the year I wrote this supporting text because I didn't want to present him as a person with behavioral problems, narcissistic or psychopathic, as RFC (Constantinescu) is.
When I said about him that he's overly attentive to detail and imaginatively, now, I can say, i.e. something exaggerated, that has caused a lot of harm to our relationship, as well as to me personally, has caused me suffering. He's a guy who intentionally caused me suffering, because that's his behavioral way, his nature. And everyone around me, all my friends, my employees back then, including my cousin know this. I suffered for years because of him, because he won't leave me alone.
“A person who calls you many times a day and always needs attention and confirmation, is not a balanced person.”
Excessively controlled me, daily, came several times (this during the relationship, but also later, outside the store) to my office, in the store, wherever I went, including the hairdresser. I'll give you an example; He knew I was there, he had introduced me to that lady, a famous hair stylist in Cluj who hairdresser the models for fashion shows, and, he called me to "see" what I was doing, although I told him I was going there. Incidentally, or not, I instinctively looked at the door and, I saw him following me through the window, that's while he was talking to me on the phone and asking me where I AM.
And after he tried to make himself "invisible", thinking I didn't see him (he never imagined that I, talking to him on the phone and with my hairdresser next to me, would turn my eyes and see him), didn't have the courage to go inside but, smiled, knowing that I saw him spying on me and, he left. He reappeared at the store, knowing when I got there.
I have to give you some behavioral examples, to understand it and understand "friendship" and likeness, if not the identical takeover of Lucian's behavior towards me, by the RFC and CM. About the RFC i.e. I can certainly say that it is not something directed or taken over, because he meets exactly the same "qualities" and behavioral type, a little different from Lucian's. That's what I'm telling you because exactly the same behavioral genre was used in the posts between him and his wife, even before he had his eye on me. Anyway, I'm also going to do the analysis of a text he wrote, because it's very important to understand the psychological behavioral mechanisms. it's about analyzing the text "Check-in, in your heart. Pending post... (I want your text official selection), written by him, which I translated and you find immediately after these explanations.
Sure, these things are pleasant in the phase of love, it's flattering, a proof of love, but when they become permanent and obsessive, things change, and not for the better. So, I had to set limits in relation and impose them, (although I made many concessions, thinking he would change), moments when he became even more terrorizing, trying to control my whole life, my money and my own business, which, very clearly, I did not allow.
I always helped him with everything I could, and when he asked for my help, even though I was no longer in a relationship with him, and during the relationship, I paid him for fashion shows, there was also evidence, receipts and invoices between my firm and his. As much as he asked me, that's all I paid him, because I knew he needed the money, and that was his job, so, I felt I had to pay him, especially since he had to pay for the models, the ones you see in the pictures in my articles about my work and my stores.
I also helped him when he opened his first store (and we were no longer in a relationship). He came and asked for my help. Initially, he proposed to me to become business partners in that business; it was about a shop in the shopping center where I, my husband and I opened stores, after several years (and he, Lucian, no longer had the shop there).
Because I knew what he was like, although I would have wanted a store in that location and a collaboration, partnering with him, I asked him an extremely simple question, to which, if he had answered the normal way, the one I wanted, I would have agreed to be his business partner. He didn't, so the partnership didn't materialize, but, I helped him, lending him my mannequins and giving him the merchandise for sale, because he didn't have enough to open the store.
What's more, I let him use my name, which is my store which, already, was a brand on the market, leaving the store labels on the products, the customers thinking it was another DONNA I store, until he made himself known and didn't need my products anymore. But he also made a very big blunder in the competitive field, clearly willful, which, once again, says all about his character.
He also stole my suppliers, and copied what I was bringing in the store from Romania; a company of stockings, tights for women, Gatta, a company from Timisoara that imports Italian stockings, where, worked as a commercial agent another friend, Alex, who now lives in Bucharest and, whose wife is presenting a show with a large audience, from Antena 1, the one to whom I wrote; and Alex knows me very well and knows what woman I am and what my business was.
But most importantly, I had brought to Cluj, clothing from a local company in Sibiu, so, made in Romania, and he, without telling me anything, contacted that company and filled his shop with products from there. I wasn't asking for uniqueness, because I didn't know how those products would be sold in my store, because they were more club and youth, and when I saw, by chance, what he did, he confirmed to me once again what kind of man he is. So, he was constantly obsessed with me (and that can confirm a lot of people how he tormented me), but he was also obsessed with ruining my business.
Later, he got what he deserved, because that company from Sibiu opened its store right in front of his store, so, they stole his entire market for those products, because, of course, customers already knew that brand, and, logically, they went to the manufacturer's store.
Also, because he needed a business partner, because, with me, he failed, because of his guilt and pride, of course, he associated with a friend of his, with whom, after some time, they broke up with a big scandal and the breakdown of the friendship relationship.
You're probably wondering what the question I asked him, which would have decided a future partnership. It's simple, and any normal person, with judgment and common sense, would put it, given our former love relationship.
I asked him to give me reasons why to want to be his business partner; given our tumultuous relationship and, his share of distrust and obsession (of course, I didn't tell him these, these I explain for you), more precisely, I asked him to tell me what are the reasons why he thinks I'm the good business partner for him, I mean, I wanted to see if he recognizes my managerial or human qualities, by simple words to convince me that he's changed and, at least, in terms of business is serious and I can rely on it.
He didn't say a word, he didn't want to say anything, on the contrary, he got angry and left. So, when you, as a man, go and propose to your ex-girlfriend to be your business partner, but, you're not able to say a good word about the activity and the business she runs, successfully, and, about her abilities, it means that you're not a man, that's one, but, it also means that your intentions are far from being business partners. He could have said anything, starting from: I like that you have style, or good taste, I like the products you choose, or, how you run your business, anything, but, it wasn't able. And that says it all about one's immaturity and hidden thoughts, about immeasurable hubris, etc.
Psychological analysis you find written by specialists in this article, also in my other articles.
Other examples: at the restaurant, although I was paying (and trying to make him not feel uncomfortable from this point of view, because he was not in a very great period of his career, so, definitely not from a financial point of view, another "problem" of our relationship, the fact that I had business and money, and he did not sit well financially) made me scandal out of everything: if the waiter was a man, why do I leave him too much tip (it means in his mind that I like the waiter and that's why I leave him tip), if she was a woman, and I talked too much with her, it was the question why she treats me so well, with respect, in his mind meant that she knows me, because I would have been there, with someone else, very important, which is why she is so attentive and respectful and helpful.
So, no way, it wasn't good; moreover, I was not allowed to look anywhere, to any person either when I entered the restaurant, nor from the position in which I was seated, I always had to stand face against the wall, to avoid any discussion and jealousy, and, anyway, it was the discussion about the waiters.
When I was organizing fashion shows, or going out to the club, together, of course, I wasn't allowed to sit at the table with the saleswomen, from my shop and with my driver, who were my friends and helpers, I had to stay with him alone, and they had to sit at a table besides; If we were dancing, both of us, of course, it was a question of why I dance and all the men in the club were looking after me, when I was actually just dancing with him and seeing only him, and the examples can go on. It was of a jealousy and possessiveness rarely encountered.
I've given you some examples of Lucian's real behavior towards me, all verifiable, with witnesses. When he walked into my store, all the staff stood upright and, for them, it was a soap opera, because it was never known how he came out of my office, in what mood.
Once, we both went out, I led him, and by the office by the front door, where the cashier was sitting, there was T, MY BEST FRIEND, Hungarian friend, with another friend of his, asking for me, if he could talk to me. The unexpected visit, and anyway it was his right to enter the store, it was the first time L had seen him, even though he knew of his existence and our friendship. Instead of sitting around presenting it normally, I thought it was breaking the front door (which was made of iron, as seen in the pictures) with the wall. Just because he saw him there and, because, he believes, T had nothing to look for in my shop, visiting me, without me telling him that he’s coming to visit, even though a store is public.
But I didn't know. So this is the person, their friend, the one from whom it all started and, after whose behavior, CM and RFC acted.
I've given you some examples of Lucian's real behavior towards me, all verifiable, with witnesses. This is his behavior in direct relationship with me, in everyday life.
Moreover, there were other abnormal behavioral reactions, associated with those described at length by specialists in this article, “Beginning. The psychopaths who destroy lives. However, how it all started.”
I'll tell you a few more examples.
One morning, he woke up with strange behavior. I saw that something was wrong with him, he seemed upset, he hadn't come to kiss me or hug me, so, I approached him to hug him. Not only did he reject me (although he always hugged me and so we fell asleep, hugged, so that was the situation, ALSO that night), but he pushed me, not letting me hug him. I was extremely surprised and I didn't understand what was wrong with him and why he had this behavior. I asked him for an explanation and, after my insistence, he finally told me. He had dreamed that I cheated on him and, that was the reason he rejected me, in reality, after we loved each other all night and fell asleep in a hug.
I was also stunned by behavior associated with A DREAM and, how, the man I was with, the one I considered normal, but excessively jealous and possessive (having reactions that I considered "evidence of love", at first and, I thought he would temper them with the passage of time and, when he would get tired of spying on me and when he would convince himself that it was only his imagination and fear, probably caused by previous relationships) may have such abnormal reactions to someone he loves and knows that, that person, i.e. me, does not cheat on him.
This real example exists in the form of video posted by me on my Facebook page; clearly, RFC and those who have been dealing with my Facebook for years, have sent it to me, only it is in reverse (it is presented as the woman being the one who tells him that she dreamed that he cheating her), that is exactly that gaslighting that I was telling you and, about which there are many examples, still untranslated by me but, which I will translate into the next few days.
So, this is another proof of my conversations, intercepted by these obsessives, psychopaths, who made from my life, a purpose to fulfill their own aspirations, through terror, deceit, falsehoods, false interpretation of the truth, more precisely, its reversal by gaslight techniques, bullying and everything they felt they had to do to fulfill both their real purpose, that of fooling some people who believe in a false, imaginary madness, that so-called prophecy that has nothing to do with reality, nor with me or my family, as well as for their personal gain.
I quote his full text, CONSTANTINESCU's text:
"Check in, in your heart. Pending post... (I want your text official selection) Written by Irina and that's it. She's a little too familiar to risk giving her last name.
Look, if her name was Constantinescu, it would be easier.
Or another equally banal name. She wants to remain anonymous. I don't think she has chances. She's not meant not to be known. Maybe at the next text she agrees to give her name (his)."
(read also this NEW article: How to destroy a "PIECE" or, sociopaths from Romania constituted in an organized criminal group)
"She was waiting on the edge of the bed like a fool, to vibrate. The phone, for all her being was already vibrating long ago; of nerves, of anxiety, she didn't know exactly either. she bit sadistically from a chocolate bar that she kept hidden at the end of the bed for dark days. Then she continued to cream and oil with all sorts of things for her hair, for the face, on the left half of her ass, and for the right half. Like the many birds she had, she thought she had more cellulite on her left than on her right.
It vibrated! She left the damn cream, and everything, she threw her towel in bed and, bullet at the phone that was being loaded at the other end of the bed. She panicked for nothing and also hurt her leg in the corner of the bed. He was an ox. No, not that he. It was an ox on Facebook who made her flinch for nothing.
Although... And that he had begun in her mind to be a... ox because he hadn't given her any signs. No, not for a few days, a few hours. Yes, her paranoid manifestations were in the early stages and she was struggling to keep them there so as not to overdo it.
It seemed as if the fear of the failure of the seven years of relationship she had in her youth followed her everywhere. But she was finally in love again, after all this time. And ooo yes, often love passed through the air around her, but very well held her breath.
But this guy had passed almost all the tests, as very exaggerated and cautious was she, in terms of relationships with men. especially since she had had countless experiences since she realized that the rule given by her mother to "one man, with that you marry and with that you sleep" was made specifically to be broken. But she was good at her life. She was in trouble about how many fingers she had on... both hands. To understand trouble by... men.
yes, she'd stepped a little bit into that long relationship of hers, but she didn't regret it; it was about the moments when the relationship was already gone and she kept trying to tell the difference between habit and love. Otherwise, there was some trouble. They smelled it naïve, said two, three sweet words, and that's it.
She figured out in time how things were before her first hand ended, especially since she always looked for something serious, that kind of relationship that all cool men were running away from. And the others, that word, were already taken.
Look, not everyone, it seemed at the end of January, for some time past. He was smart and talked for hours without boring her. And don't just give her psychic orgasm. His hands had become her favorite bra. Perfect measure. And they understand each other, just with deep eyes. so deep that she could feel him already squeezing her thighs, and kissing him without losing her eyes. Then she rejects him a little and scratches him on the abdomen, but in fraction of a second, she sweetens and pulls him back towards her. yes, it was an incomprehensible game between the two of them.
A game in which, however, her shadow does not move with his shadow. He didn't call her until he was hungry and had no one to dine with in town, when he was in the mood for a prosecco and a chat. Otherwise, there was no time or... will of nothing else. Neither from him, but, like, she didn't bother either, even though she wanted more, more often, more... She was fed up to keep making plans. She wanted something ready. Like a semi-prepared dish that you microwave and then enjoy. And she didn't want a man too cold, not one too hot, not one who'd let her know with her phones, but not one who'd call her every Easter. Eh, but she wasn't sure if she'd found the perfect man's recipe yet. certain was that no one could conquer her even if he wrote her poems. The man was supposed to be the poem itself. So, she's done it all, all of a sudden. She sent him a sarcastic, subtle farewell message. Then she continued to warm her evenings with long, intelligent conversations with other guys she was getting likes from on her Facebook page. Just, just, she found him. But no, she didn't put any faith in it. Because she had already gotten used to the idea that you can't check in in anyone's heart and, after all, there's no perfect bra. but she wanted at least something to match her bikini and her rebellious angel soul."
From Constantinescu's text. ANALYSIS on TEXT. The fantasy of the sex-obsessed, the psychopath RFC, from the beginning. It's all his sick imagination.
Why did I say everything was his sick imagination? Simple. Because it is, in reality. He took REALITIES from MY LIFE, what he had learned by spying on me illegally, through Facebook, or illegal control, interception of conversations, my phones and my family, and integrated them into this text in which he fabled, imagining, something that he believed to be an extramarital relationship, (on Facebook, or in reality) between me and my ex-boyfriend, LN, the one I wrote about above, and, much worse, was trying not only to find out the exact situation between me and him, but to interfere, intervene, as a third person between us, to make his presence felt in my life, as well as his intentions, as a possible competitor, conqueror, to enter into my grace and, to see if there is that place for him, I quote, "in my heart".
Let me start at the beginning: the NAME.
I R I N A. Why Irina? Because the initial of my real name starts with I; because my parents wanted to name me CRINA, and IRINA is a combination of the initial I and CRINA.
also, because DONNA I, and RITA (The Real Purple Deal, read this article: https://www.oanastavilanewyork.com/single-post/2020/08/14/the-real-purple-deal-part-one
and, another reality, is the name of a cousin who lives in another EU country, in Denmark, and, there, works on a national TELEVISION.
From the simple sentences, "Check in, into your heart. Pending post... (I want your text official selection). Written by Irina and that's it. She's a little too familiar to risk giving her last name. (his name) Look, if her name was Constantinescu, it would be easier. Or another equally banal name. She wants to remain anonymous. I don't think she has chances. She's not meant not to be known. Maybe at the next text she agrees to give her name (his).", it is clearly understood that,
I, aka IRINA (I and CRINA), will "work on the news", so, television, facebook, social media, known throughout the world through this grotesque and inhuman experiment made on me and my family, me being the main character, and he in the role of my husband, a role that only a psychopath, avid of image, money and power, could create it !
Please READ this article. It's about the PURE LOVE between MY FATHER and MY MOTHER an immense and pure love from which my sister and I were born. Inside the article, is even about CRINA, the name with which my father caressed my mother, daily and, in all the poems and texts of love that he wrote to her.
https://www.oanastavilanewyork.com/single-post/2019/07/13/iubire-pura
C H O C O L A T E. Reality is what I describe to you, the real fact of my life, what he wrote, is completely different, a technique of manipulation of the reader, of imposing his sadistic and abnormal perception, on those who judge the female character, in this case, me. What he learned through espionage: that I, since childhood, kept my chocolate received, equally with my sister (because we always received equally everything we received, including clothes, when they found the right sizes, bought them to us the same way, as if we were twins, the same color, or made them for us, or crocheted them), because I am not a big consumer of chocolate. I ate a little, as much as I needed, and the rest I kept, many times and forgot about it (or my sister ate it, because she knew that I always have and that I don't eat it all), in no way was it "kept for dark days" because there were NO dark days in my childhood.
"The concept of the right person or true love has no real meaning because a psychopath cannot really love. How does he feel when he's discovered? How does he feel when his girlfriend exposes him?
Anger and desire to derision. In fact, a psychopath will denigrate his victim preemptively, trying to destroy her reputation in front of friends and acquaintances, so that the moment the victim exposes him, she will not be believed."
I'm giving you an extremely interesting article about psychopaths and their behavior in relation to the person they live with. This is NOT my theory, it's of some specialists. Instead, the account from my book and my own theory is more complicated. Why is that? Because it's about the behavior of a psychopath in relation with to TWO WOMEN! The first victim becomes the object of public exposure as a trophy, is adulated, totally transformed and NOT ONLY PHYSICAL, is the object of the psychopath's work to serve as an image, defense shield, etc., and the other WOMAN becomes the victim, is DENIGRATE CONSTANT and perverse until "in extremis" She consciously takes over, doing it in an experimental and helpful way for that couple full of problems and demons, but without initially suspecting that the problem of that man is so serious... So she takes over, in the psychopath's mind, the role of the first woman, that is, everything that was NEGATIVE, oppressive, diabolical, ugly, etc., in his vision. Na, as now I gave and from my book! INTERESTING subject, right? How do you like it?
"What kind of person stands next to a psychopath or a narcissist?
So far I've tried to show that almost every person can be fooled at first by the psychopath's normality mask and end up being involved in a relationship with such a deranged individual.
In any case, even if some of us feel conquered by a psychopath in the initial phase of attraction, when he strives to look better than a normal individual, very few people, in fact, choose to stay with a psychopath once his mask of normality has failed and begin to see his true mischievous, abusive and sickly nature.
Today I will reproduce an article by Sam Vaknin, an expert in narcissism and psychopathy, from the website and his book "Malignant Self-Love". This article outlines the psychological profile of the person who chooses to stay with a psychopath or narcissist long after the phases of conquest and honeymoon have ended and after Dr. Jeckyll has turned into the real Mr. Hyde. If you recognize yourself in the victim's pose, perhaps the decision to be made on New Year's Eve would be to regain your inner strength and seek outside help to get rid of the narcissist or psychopath in your life. Stop allowing an evil individual to abuse and control you for the rest of your life, because you deserve so much more than that. In any case, I hope that this information will be of use to you.
Apparently, you can't talk about a type of emotionally compatible partner or companion who "attaches" to a sociopathic narcissist. There are countless prototypes. The initial phases of attraction, fascination and love are quite normal. The sociopathic narcissist composes his best façade with a partner blinded by the love that is creeping.
A process of natural selection occurs much later, however, as the relationship evolves, when the psychopath shows his true face and the relationship is subjected to trials. Life with a sociopath narcissist can be refreshing, but it is always hard, often extreme. Survival in the case of a relationship with a sociopathic narcissist therefore also shows the parameters of the survivor's personality.
She (or, more rarely, he) is shaped in a relationship to become the typical companion/partner/wife of the sociopath narcissist.
First of all, the partner of the sociopath narcissist must have a poor perception of herself and reality, otherwise she is prone to leaving the narcissist's ship as soon as the love phase is over. Cognitive dissonance is most likely manifested by undervaluation and self-deprecation in parallel with excess appreciation and adoration towards the narcissist.
The partner therefore places herself/himself in the position of eternal victim: stripped of any merit, worthy of punishment, the eternal scapegoat. Sometimes it is very important that the victim seems moral, with a sense of sacrifice and victimized. Other times, she's not even aware of this state. The sociopathic narcissist is perceived by the partner as being in a position to demand these sacrifices from his partner, being superior in many respects (intellectual, emotional, moral, financial).
The status of a victim by profession is perfectly congruent with the partner's tendency to punish himself, namely the sado-masochist start. Tormented life with the psychopathic narcissist is, in the partner's conception, a correct punitive measure.
From this perspective, the partner is the mirror image of the narcissist. Maintaining a symbiotic relationship with him and being totally duped by the dose of masochistic experiences (the narcissist being a reliable source and offering in turn), the partner amplifies and encourages certain behaviors that are the quintessence of narcissism.
The sociopath narcissist is never complete without his adoring, submissive, available partner who self-flagellates. Even his sense of superiority, his own false self, depends on it. Super I sadistic moves his center of interest from the sociopathic narcissist (who can cause suicidal ideation) to his partner, thus obtaining an alternative source of sadistic satisfaction. The partner survives by self-denial. It denies its desires, hopes, dreams, aspirations, sexual, psychological and material needs and much more. They perceive their needs as dangerous, because they can ignite the wrath of the supreme authority, of divine essence, of the sociopathic narcissist who comes to be even greater through and because of this denial of self. Self-denial to facilitate and facilitate the life of an "exceptional man" is more acceptable.
The more "great" the man (the sociopath narcissist), the easier it is for the partner to ignore his own self, to fade, to depreciate, to turn into an extension of the narcissist so that, in the end, only an extension of it, to merge with the narcissist to oblivion and vague memories of himself.
The two collaborate in this macabre dance. The sociopathic narcissist is shaped by his partner to the same extent as he forms her. Obedience generates superiority and masochism generates sadism. Relationships are called into a violent development: roles are established from the very beginning and any misconduct is sanctioned by an aggressive, brutal reaction.
The predominant mental state of the partner is that of total confusion. Even the most natural relationships – with the husband, children or parents – remain baffling by the huge influence generated by the interaction with the sociopathic narcissist. The suppression of individuality comes with the suppression of reason, which is also a prerequisite, but also a result of living with a narcissist. The partner no longer knows what is true and right, what is wrong and forbidden.
The sociopathic narcissist recreates for the partner the emotional framework that formed him from the beginning: whim, fickleness, arbitrary, emotional (and physical or sexual) abandonment. The world becomes insecure and terrifying, and the partner can only cling to one landmark: the sociopathic narcissist.
And it is desperately attached. If there's one thing that can be said with certainty about those who associate with narcissists, it's that they're visibly, even very visible, dependents. The partner does not know what to do – which is perfectly normal in the chaos that is the relationship with the sociopathic narcissist. But the typical partner also doesn't know what she wants and, to a good extent, who she is and what she wants to become. These unanswered questions limit the partner's ability to perceive reality, evaluate it, and weigh it as it is. Her/his overriding sin is that she/he fell in love with an image, not a real person. When the relationship ends, what bemoans is the emptying of the image.
The end of the relationship with a narcissist is, therefore, very emotionally tense, is the culmination of a long chain of humiliation and subjugation. It is a rebellion of the functional and healthy parts of the partner's personality against the tyranny of the narcissist. Most likely, the partner perceived and completely misinterpreted the entire interaction (I hesitate to call it a relationship). This lack of a correct interface with reality can be called (erroneously) "pathological".
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Why do you think I included that picture in this article? Because it's the only evidence I have here, which is the quintessential, the leit motif for this psychopathy and where it's appeared, to spring from, and, whence, from where these psychopaths INSPIRED.
Look at the photo carefully; is a picture taken at one of the fashion shows in 2003, which I made with Lucian N, my ex-boyfriend. To the left of the photo you see a poster with the DONNA I logo (a woman holding with her left hand, a golf ball on point i); practically, the entire poster represents the logo of my company, my store DONNA I.
This was one of the many posters made by Lucian, because this was his job, to do graphics, advertising for fashion shows, as well as to take care of the modeling agency. Why is it so important to report this? because, as I was telling you, it represents the quintessence, the point of major importance of everything that has happened and the way things are interpreted.
Have you ever had a relationship with someone who thinks he's never wrong, who always thinks it's someone else's fault, isn't responsible for his actions and doesn't learn anything despite the disaster he's causing around him? Have you ever met anyone who doesn't tolerate the gentlest criticism, even when it's constructive and politely addressed? If you've met, find out that person suffers from narcissistic personality disorder. Most do NOT reveal themselves in public, but rather in privacy, in an environment where they feel safe, in a couple or in the family. The first signs that you may be dealing with this disorder is the difficulty of certain people to show modesty. have you ever had a relationship with someone who constantly claimed your full attention and gets upset, sad or even angry, infuriate when you dared to pay attention to other things or people?
A person who calls you many times a day and always needs attention and confirmation, is not a balanced person. And if for you this behavior is proof of love or proof that he misses you or needs you, the problem is not only with that person, but also with you: you have problems with setting limits in relation and imposing them. Narcissistic personality disorder belongs to the so-called category of dramatic personality disorders. Those who suffer from these disorders, have intense and unstable emotions, and a distorted self-image.
Narcissistic personality disorder has particular characteristics such as an exaggerated self-love, an exaggerated sense of superiority or importance, and a constant concern for achieving success and power. He thinks he's entitled to anything, considers himself superior and doesn't value what others feel, meaning his empathy is almost non-existent, hence the confusion between a narcissist and a sociopath. As a child, the narcissist did not have the opportunity to develop adequate self-esteem and, as such, built what we call a false self, so that he could cope in the world. This false self involves wearing a mask in public, which has important consequences on the narcissist: wearing the mask exhausts him in terms of intellectual and emotional resources and, he is always on guard, for fear of being discovered, and people seeing him as he really is. The false self allows the narcissist not to confront the painful truth that he actually feels empty on the inside, defective in a fundamental and profound way, and that his whole life is just a masquerade created in order to hide this truth from others.
In The Myth of Narcissus, the protagonist of the story falls in love with his reflection in the water. Apparently, he falls in love with himself, but in fact he doesn't fall in love with himself, but with his reflection, that is, with the false self. He begins to believe that he is a god among mortals but, like any god, he needs people to know that he exists. Many people in a relationship with a narcissist discover at some point this insecurity and need for attention, and try to love him even more. Any indication that he's losing control, or that he's not perfect in your eyes, will fuel his anger even more, so you'll need to say whatever he needs to feel in control again and admired by you. Of course, this is valid in the short term, to ensure your physical and emotional security. Then you can decide if you want to get into a similar situation. Healing the narcissist is possible, however, for this to be for this to happen, the narcissist must endure the position of vulnerability and learn to endure the perception of inferiority given the emotional honesty absolutely necessary for the therapeutic process to work.
Have you ever had a relationship with someone who thinks he's never wrong, who always thinks it's someone else's fault, isn't responsible for his actions and doesn't learn anything despite the disaster he's causing around him?
Many people in a relationship with a narcissist discover at some point this insecurity and need for attention, and try to love him even more. Any indication that he's losing control, or that he's not perfect in your eyes, will fuel his anger even more, so you'll need to say whatever he needs to feel in control again and admired by you. Of course, this is valid in the short term to ensure your physical and emotional security.
A post of hers, Ramona C., on her account, dated October 4, 2013, (which I most likely have on memory cards, where I have many other real proofs of their posts that they deleted, both from my computer and from their Facebook pages) in which she transmits to him so, quote: "Administered in small doses, it has an antidepressant effect, with reduced side effects. Adobe Photoshop CS6."
so, I hope you read and understood very clearly this message posted publicly by his new wife (they had just married on August 27, 2013, even on his birthday). So, a month and a few days after the civil marriage, his wife, former mistress for more than a year (as I understand it) recommends antidepressants and a photoshop program. You wonder why?
So, clearly Ramona and Radu Constantinescu, had problems in their fresh marriage. That's what I noticed right from the start, when it was suggested to me by Facebook, his page. I read some articles that I saw posted by friends of mine on Facebook, and after a few weeks (I do not know exactly the period, because it had no importance to me), I gave it to him like, just like any blogger that people read. Reading it (I was relaxing with the cheesy things he was writing, that's why he was successful with the female audience) and reading his comments on the posts, I noticed the interactive communication he was making with his audience and, some questions about the topic of some articles, I wrote some opinions. There are on Facebook and, I can present them (but I have to look for them), it really helps me to see my normality, the situation and communication from social media in a perfectly civilized, normal way, and without any intention other than to read what I discovered to be a blog reader, because for me, both the Facebook platform and the notion of blogging was totally new, me, not at all active and present online at all until then; and the Facebook account, my husband made it, that he had a game and needed friends, so I didn't know what Facebook meant, nor what you could read there. All my work and life was real, not online.
Her post, of Constantinescu's real wife, says very clearly about him and her, their depressive relationship, in no way has anything to do with me, because I was NOT reading her blog and I did NOT have activity on Facebook, I did not know them. I only read his first articles in 2014, and that's very clear from the history of Facebook.
All these words, as well as the entire psychological analysis described in the text written by me in the article entitled Beginning. The psychopath who destroys lives, are real and refer to both Radu Constantinescu and Lucian Napeu, those I know (one, real, with whom I lived; the other, whom I know better than his wife, and, with whom I was forced by you by this illegal espionage and abuses that he makes , to "live" through online and to know all his wickedness, obsessions and his psychopathies through his direct actions on me and my family, both online and, worst, in real life). Of course, most likely in this behavior enter and CM, because they were complicit in the realization of this scenario. Why I say this regarding Lucian N. you will understand by the description I will make about our relationship, and about Radu Constantinescu, it is more than obvious, (with all the evidence already presented all these years, with witnesses who know what has been going on for so many years, but have constrained by proven terror, especially from 2018 to the present , as seen with the free eye daily, in communication, namely lack of communication or communication at the command of these criminals who abuse with your consent, those who claim to respect human rights). Their technique: they were making false rumors about me and my extended family, my friends, precisely to stir discord, misunderstanding, to provoke quarrels and scandals, and then they would sit and watch and wait
Have you ever met anyone who doesn't tolerate the gentlest criticism, even when it's constructive and politely addressed? If you've met, find out that person suffers from narcissistic personality disorder.
These conversations, translated:
Have you ever met anyone who doesn't tolerate the gentlest criticism, even when it's constructive and politely addressed? If you've met, find out that person suffers from narcissistic personality disorder. A person who calls you many times a day (IN THIS CASE SPYING on ME and TERRORIZE ME DAILY) and always needs attention and confirmation, is not a balanced person. And if for you this behavior is proof of love or proof that he misses you or needs you, the problem is not only with that person, but also with you: you have problems with setting limits in relation and imposing them.
Radu Constantinescu and me, at ZAZA, Cluj, June 27, 2014
So, who is a "religious" habotnic FANATIC who believes in prophecies and posts biblical texts and publicly "asks" his fellow crime partner, the spy Maticiuc, but completely FALSE, abusing innocent children and families?
You guessed it: DJ STALIN, aka the "benefactor"!
Brigitte, at one of my FASHION SHOW in ZAZA CLUB
DJ STALIN, aka Radu Constantinescu
When WE DID these pictures, HE, Radu Constantinescu posted on his facebook page, a video with a Russian militia in the same rocking chair (balansoar).
Note:
all the pictures belong to me and are taken by me; screenshots which is related, that concern MY LIFE and this unwanted event that took place without my consent, and have direct connection to what happened, are made by me and, I am more than entitled to use them, because I have NOT being asked, nor have I been asked for consent for a whole world to enter with boots in MY PRIVATE LIFE.
also, all the texts on this blog are written by me, where I quoted, I indicated the source, the author and even I put the link where the case and I found something like this. I do not authorize anyone, nor to publish these texts, except the full distribution of the article from here, from my blog, on social media, or, with my explicit consent; neither to be inspired, nor to make films or to write books about my life.
Whoever does this, without my consent, will be sued, according to legal rights.
Anyone wishing to publish a book or make a film about my life is asked to contact me at the email address: oanastavilanewyork@gmail.com, here, or on the social pages, all of which are with my real name.
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Inceputul. Psihopatul care distruge vieti. Sau, cum a inceput totul.
Acesta este un text de dragoste, de un barbat (constantinescu), care s-a indragostit de mine, de poza mea si de postarile mele de pe facebook! Fara sa ma cunoasca! Iar acel "check in in your heart", este declaratia lui, a barbatului super indragostit care incearca sa-mi induca aceeasi stare de beatitudine, de indragostire, pe care el o avea. Fantezia obsedatului sexual, a psihopatului RFC, de la inceput. Totul este imaginatia lui bolnava.
Dar, inainte, vreau sa va expun povestea adevarata care are foarte mare importanta, legatura si relevanta atat cu acest text, cat si cu tot ceea ce s-a intamplat, de la ce a pornit totul.
Enigma pozei de profil. Apropo de urmatoarea scriere pe care o s-o cititi, dupa aceste explicatii. Da, aceasta a fost prima mea poza de profil de pe facebook. Datorita faptului ca nu-l mai vazusem de sapte ani, adica de cand ma casatorisem, nu aveam numarul lui de telefon, iar singura modalitate de a putea vorbi cu el (pentru o colaborare, business) era prin intermediul Facebook, asa ca, am gasit pagina clubului Zaza pe facebook, iar mai apoi cea personala. Da, ati inteles, I referr to LN, fostul meu prieten. Deoarece eu nu aveam publicat nimic la poza de profil, iar numele meu de familie, necunoscandu-l, probabil nu i-ar fi indicat cine sunt (deoarece pagina mea personala este facuta cu numele meu actual, cel primit la casatoria cu sotul meu), am decis sa pun o fotografie din perioada apropiata relatiei noastre, asa cum el m-a cunoscut.
Si, asa a inceput totul. Datorita faptului ca, punctul forte al relatiei noastre nu a fost comunicarea, si asta nu din cauza mea, eu i-am dat 'add friend' in speranta ca orice sentimente sau resentimente, NU mai exista, si ca, vom putea face o colaborare de genul celor avute anterior, adica, prezentari de moda. Eram aproape sigura ca pastreaza legatura sau ar putea gasi fotomodele pentru viitoare prezentari de moda, dat fiind faptul ca el fusese proprietarul unei agentii de fotomodele.
Intre timp, am studiat pozele postate pe contul de facebook al clubului, those with his clients, pe care clubul lui ii avea, pentru a-mi face o idee despre despre profilul clientelei lui, ce fel de femei, merg acolo, cum ele se imbraca, modalitatea de organizare a evenimentelor din club, a party urilor, pentru a-mi face o idee despre ce fel de produse si cum as putea prezenta acolo. Ma gandeam si la o colectie de lenjerie intima (deoarece aveam magazine cu acest specific), dar si la o colectie cu tinute pentru club. Eram hotarata sa fac o lansare puternica pe piata si, voiam sa-i cer ajutorul, si cu sprijinul lui, in clubul lui, sa organizam niste evenimente de impact, benefice ambelor parti. Eu, precum stiti, unii dintre voi, pe langa faptul ca eu am avut agentia de publicitate si am organizat un foarte mare concurs de Miss, in toate judetele din Transilvania, Banat, Crisana, Maramures, mai exact in 15 orase, capitalele de judet ale acestor regiuni, am organizat niste evenimente publice in centrul comercial SORA Shopping center, atat in februarie, cu ocazia zilei indragostitilor, Valentines's day, cat si in martie, cu ocazia zilei femeii, toate in acel an, adica in 2014. Am sa public poze intr-un alt articol cu aceste evenimente organizate de mine, cu ajutorul sotului meu. revenind la pagina de facebook, (de la care a inceput toata acesta situatie neobisnuita si anormala), totodata, am fost atenta si la grafica si mesajul postarilor, tematica petrecerilor si, surpriza, acolo am gasit niste elemente care ma puneau pe ganduri. El, Lucian, este un tip creativ si cu imaginatie, senzitiv si atent la detalii (excesiv de atent), iar ceea ce vazusem, ma ducea cu gandul la afisele pe care obisnuia sa le lipeasca pe peretele lateral al magazinului meu, cele prin care imi transmitea mesaje, prin tematica, grafica si scriere, adica, codat, intr-un 'cod' pe care eu trebuia sa il inteleg, deoarece acestea le facea in perioadele in care nu vorbeam, perioade de suferinta (din dragoste sau din orgoliu nemasurat). Dar, bineinteles ca au exitat, si acelea pozitive.
Si, pentru consecventa, nu cred ca vreti sa vedeti, sutele de mii de pagini in care am implorat in toti acesti ani, in genunchi, in lacrimi, plina de suferinta si de gaze, cu sangele curgand, doar fiindca niste psihopati au facut din ceea ce am scris mai sus, o obsesie si un mod de trai si de castiga faima si bani. Acest "joc" sinistru de coduri si sociopatie a inceput exact din acel punct si de la acele persoane: Lucian N, care in niciun caz nu si-a imaginat asa ceva si, psihopatii RFC si CM care nu doar ca si-au imaginat, ci au creat mediul propice, actionand din exterior asupra tuturor.
Deci, acest "sistem", grafic, simboluri si scrieri, reprezentat in afisele si flyerele pe care le lipea pe magazinul meu (lateral), sau, prin models de la agentia lui de fotomodele, pe care le trimitea in fata magazinului meu ca sa imparta acele reclame pentru petrecerile lui, au constituit pentru prima data, o astfel de "comunicare" reala, a lui Lucian fata de mine. De ce proceda asa? Eu am fost draguta in exprimare in anul in care am scris acest text “justificativ”, deoarece nu am vrut sa il prezint ca fiind o persoana cu probleme comportamentale, narcisist sau psihopat, asa cum este RFC. Cand am zis despre el ca e excesiv de atent la detalii si cu imaginatie, acum, pot sa spun, ca ma refer la ceva exagerat, care a produs mult rau relatiei noastre, precum si mie personal, mi-a cauzat suferinta. Este un tip care intentionat mi-a produs suferinta, deoarece acesta este modul lui comportamental, natura lui. si toata lumea din jurul meu, toate prietenele mele, angajatii mei de atunci, inclusiv verisoara mea C, stiu acest lucru. Am suferit ani de zile din cauza lui, deoarece nu ma lasa in pace.
ma controla excesiv, zilnic, venea de mai multe ori (asta in timpul relatiei, dar si ulterior, in afara magazinului) la biroul meu, in magazin, oriunde mergeam, inclusiv la coafor. va dau un exemplu; stia ca sunt acolo, el mi-o si prezentase pe doamna respectiva, o hair stylista renumita in Cluj care coafa modelele pentru prezentarile de moda, si, ma suna sa "vada" ce fac, desi ii spusesem ca merg acolo. Intamplator, sau nu, instinctiv m-am uitat spre usa si, l-am vazut ca ma urmarea prin vitrina, asta in timp ce vorbea cu mine la telefon si ma intreba unde sunt.
sunt nevoita sa va dau cateva exemple comportamentale, pentru a-l intelege si a intelege "prietenia" si asemanarea, daca nu preluarea identica a comportamentului lui Lucian fata de mine, de catre RFC si CM. Despre RFC in mod cert pot spune ca nu este vorba despre ceva regizat sau preluat, deoarece si el intruneste exact aceleasi "calitati" si tip comportamental, putin diferit fata de al lui Lucian. Asta va spun deoarece exact acelasi gen comportamental a fost folosit in postarile dintre el si nevasta lui, inca dinainte de data la care a pus ochii pe mine. Oricum, voi face si analiza unui text scris de el, deoarece e foarte importanta pentru a intelege mecanismele psihologice comportamentale.
Si, dupa ce a incercat sa se faca nevazut, crezand ca nu il vad (nici nu si-a imaginat ca eu, vorbind cu el la telefon si cu coafeza langa mine, imi voi intoarce privirea si il voi vedea), nu a avut curajul sa intre inauntru ci, a zambit, stiind ca l-am vazut spionandu-ma si, a plecat. A reaparut la magazin, stiind cand am ajuns acolo.
Sigur, aceste lucruri sunt placute in faza de indragostire, este flatant, o dovada de iubire, dar, cand devin permanente si obsesive, lucrurile se schimba, si nu in bine.
A trebuit sa stabilesc limite si sa le impun, (desi am facut multe concesii, crezand ca se va schimba), momente in care el a devenit si mai terorizant, incercand sa imi controleze intreaga viata, banii mei si afacerea mea proprie, ceea ce, in mod foarte clar, nu i-am permis. l-am ajutat intotdeauna, cu orice am putut, si cand mi-a cerut ajutorul, desi NU mai eram in relatie cu el, si, in timpul relatiei, i-am platit pentru prezentarile de moda, exista si dovezi, chitante si facturi intre firma mea si a lui. Cat mi-a cerut, atat i-am platit, deoarece stiam ca are nevoie de bani, si asta era munca lui, deci, am considerat ca trebuie sa platesc him, mai ales ca si el trebuia sa plateasca modelele, cele pe care le vedeti in pozele din articolele mele despre activitatea mea si magazinele mele. de asemenea, l-am ajutat cand si-a deschis el primul lui magazin (si noi nu mai eram in relatie). A venit si mi-a cerut ajutorul. Initial, mi-a propus sa devenim parteneri de afaceri in acel business; era vorba despre un magazin in centrul comercial unde eu, impreuna cu sotul meu ne-am deschis magazine, dupa mai multi ani (iar el, Lucian, nu mai avea acolo magazinul). Deoarece stiam cum este, desi mi-as fi dorit un magazin in acea locatie si o colaboare, parteneriat cu el, i-am pus o intrebare extrem de simpla, la care, daca el ar fi raspuns la modul normal, cel dorit de mine, as fi acceptat sa fiu partenera lui de afaceri. Nu a facut-o, asa ca, parteneriatul nu s-a concretizat, dar, l-am ajutat, imprumutandu-i manechini de ai mei si dandu-i marfa spre vanzare, deoarece nu avea suficienta pentru deschiderea magazinului.
Mai mult, l-am lasat sa se foloseasca de numele meu, adica al magazinului meu care, deja era un brand pe piata, lasand etichetele magazinului pe produse, clientele crezand ca este un alt magazin DONNA I, asta pana ce el s-a facut cunoscut si nu a mai avut nevoie de produsele mele. Dar, a facut si in domeniul concurential, o foarte mare gafa, in mod clar, voita, ceea ce, spune inca o data totul despre caracterul lui.
Mi-a furat si furnizori, si a copiat ceea ce aduceam eu in magazin from Romania; o firma de ciorapi, dresuri pentru femei, Gatta, o firma din Timisoara care importa ciorapi italienesti, unde, lucra ca si agent comercial un alt prieten, Alex, care acum locuieste la Bucuresti si, a carei sotie este prezentarea unei emisiuni cu mare audienta, de la Antena 1, cea careia i-am scris; iar Alex ma cunoaste foarte bine si stie ce femeie sunt si care era afacerea mea.
Dar, cel mai important, eu adusesem in Cluj, imbracaminte de la o firma locala din Sibiu, deci, made in Romania, iar el, fara sa imi spuna nimic, a contactat firma respectiva si si-a umplut magazinul lui, cu produse de acolo. Eu nu cerusem unicitate, deoarece nu stiam cum se vor vinde acele produse la mine in magazin, deoarece erau mai mult de club si pentru tineret, si, cand am vazut, intamplator, ceea ce el a facut, mi-a confirmat inca o data ce fel de om este. Deci, el, in permanenta, nu doar ca era obsedat de mine (si asta pot sa va confirme multe persoane cat m-a chinuit), dar era obsedat si sa imi distruga afacerea.
Ulterior, a primit si el ceea ce a meritat, deoarece acea firma from Sibiu si-a deschis magazin chiar fata in fata cu magazinul lui, asa ca, ei i-au furat toata piata pentru acele produse, deoarece, normal, clientii cunosteau deja marca respectiva, si, logic, mergeau in magazinul producatorului. De asemenea, deoarece el avea nevoie de un partener de business, deoarece, cu mine, nu a reusit, din vina si mandria lui, desigur, s-a asociat cu un prieten de-al lui, cu care, dupa ceva timp, s-au despartit cu scandal mare si cu ruperea relatiei de prietenie.
va intrebati, probabil, care este intrebarea pe care i-am pus-o, care ar fi hotarat un viitor parteneriat. E simpla, si orice persoana normala, cu judecata si de bun simt, ar pune-o, data fiind fosta noastra relatie de iubire. L-am rugat sa imi dea motive pentru care si DE CE sa fiu partenera lui de afaceri; avand in vedere relatia noastra tumultoasa si, partea lui de neincredere si obsesie (desigur, nu i-am spus lui astea, astea le explic pentru dvs), mai exact, pe el l-am rugat sa imi spuna care sunt motivele pentru care considera ca eu sunt partenera de afaceri buna pentru el, adica, vroiam sa vad daca recunoaste calitatile mele manageriale sau umane, prin simple cuvinte care sa ma convinga ca s-a schimbat si, at least, in privinta businessului e serios si ma pot baza pe el. Nu a scos niciun cuvant, nu a vrut sa spuna nimic, din contra, s-a enervat si a plecat. Deci, atunci cand tu, ca barbat, mergi sa propui fostei tale iubite sa iti fie partener de afaceri, dar, nu esti in stare sa spui un cuvant bun despre activity si afacerea pe care o conduce, cu succes, si, despre capacitatile ei, inseamna ca nu esti barbat, asta una, dar, inseamna si ca intentiile tale sunt departe de a fi parteneri de afaceri. Putea sa zica orice, incepand de la: imi place ca ai stil, sau bun gust, imi plac produsele pe care le alegi, sau, cum iti conduci afacerea, orice, dar, nu a fost in stare. Si asta spune totul despre imaturitatea si gandurile ascunse ale cuiva, despre orgoliul nemasurat, etc. Analiza psihologica o gasiti scrisa de specialisti, in articolul meu.
Alte exemple: la restaurant, desi eu plateam (si incercam sa il fac sa nu se simta inconfortabil din acest punct de vedere, deoarece el nu era intr-o perioada foarte grozava a carierei lui, deci, categoric nici din punct de vedere financiar, o alta "problema" a relatiei noastre, faptul ca eu aveam afacere si bani, iar el nu statea bine financiar), imi facea scandal din orice: daca chelnerul era barbat, de ce ii las prea mult bacsis (insemna in mintea lui ca imi place chelnerul si asta e motivul pentru care eu ii las bacsis), daca era femeie, si conversam prea mult cu ea, era problema de ce ea ma trateaza atat de bine, cu respect, in mintea lui insemna ca ea ma cunoaste, deoarece eu as fi fost acolo, cu altcineva, foarte important, acesta fiind motivul pentru care ea este atat de atenta si respectuoasa si serviabila. Deci, nicicum, nu era bine; mai mult, nu aveam voie sa ma uit nicaieri, spre nicio persoana nici cand intram in restaurant, nici din pozitia in care eram asezata, intotdeauna trebuia sa stau cu fata la perete, pentru a evita orice discutie si gelozie, si, oricum, era discutia referitoare la chelneri.
cand organizam prezentari de moda, sau ieseam in club, impreuna, bineinteles, nu aveam voie sa stau la masa cu vanzatoarele, from magazinul meu si cu soferul meu, care erau prietenii si ajutoarele mele, trebuia sa stau doar cu el, iar ei la o masa besides; daca dansam, amandoi, desigur, era problema de ce dansez si, toti barbatii din club se uita after mine, cand eu de fapt dansam doar cu el si il vedeam doar pe el, si exemplele pot continua. A fost de o gelozie si posesivitate rar intalnita.
V-am dat cateva exemple de comportament real al lui Lucian fata de mine, totul verificabil, cu martori. Cand intra el in magazinul meu, tot personalul statea drepti si, pentru ei era o telenovela, deoarece nu se stia niciodata cum iese el din biroul meu, in ce dispozitie. Odata, am iesit amandoi, eu sa il conduc si, langa biroul de langa usa de la intrare, acolo unde statea casierita, era T, prietenul meu cel mai bun, cu inca un prieten de al lui, intreba de mine, daca poate sa vorbeasca cu mine. Vizita inopinata, si, oricum era dreptul lui sa intre in magazin, A fost pentru prima data cand L l-a vazut, desi stia de existenta lui si de prietenia noastra. In loc sa stea sa il prezint normal, am crezut ca rupe usa de la intrare (care era din fier, precum se vede in poze) cu tot cu perete. Doar pentru ca l-a vazut acolo si, pentru ca, considera el, nu avea ce sa caute T in magazinul meu, in vizita la mine, fara ca eu sa ii spun lui. Dar eu nu am stiut. Deci, aceasta este persoana, prietenul lor, cel de la care a pornit totul si, dupa al carui comportament, CM si RFC au actionat.
V-am dat cateva exemple de comportament real al lui L fata de mine, totul verificabil, cu martori.
Acesta este comportamentul lui in relatia directa cu mine, in viata de zi cu zi. Mai mult, au existat si alte reactii comportamentale anormale, asociate celor descrise pe larg de specialisti in acest articol, Begining. The psychopaths who destroy lives. Or, how it all started.
mai relatez cateva exemple. Intr-o dimineata, s-a trezit cu un comportament ciudat. Am vazut ca ceva nu e in regula cu el, parea suparat, nu venise sa ma sarute sau sa ma imbratiseze, asa ca, m-am apropiat eu de el sa il imbratisez. Nu doar ca m-a respins (desi el ma imbratisa intotdeauna si asa adormeam noi, imbratisati, deci asa fusese acea situatie, de asemenea, in acea noapte), dar m-a impins, nelasandu-ma sa il imbratisez. Am ramas extrem de surprinsa si NU intelegeam ce e cu el si de ce are acest comportament. I-am cerut explicatii si, dupa insistentele mele, pana la urma mi-a spus. El visase ca eu l-am inselat si, asta a fost motivul pentru care el m-a respins, in realitate, asta dupa ce ne-am iubit toata noaptea si am adormit imbratisati. Am ramas stupefiata de asemenea comportament asociat unui vis si, cum, barbatul cu care eram, cel pe care il consideram normal, dar excesiv de gelos si posesiv (avand reactii pe care le-am considerat ca fiind "dovezi de iubire", la inceput si, am crezut ca si le va tempera odata cu trecerea timpului si, cand se va satura sa ma spioneze si cand se va convinge ca nu e decat imaginatia si frica lui, cauzate, probabil, din relatii anterioare) poate avea asemenea reactii anormale fata de cineva pe care iubeste si stie ca, acea persoana, adica eu, nu il inseala.
Acest real exemplu, exista sub forma de filmulet postat de mine pe facebook; clearly, RFC si cei care se ocupa de facebook ul meu de ani de zile, mi l-au trimis, doar ca este in sens invers (este prezentat ca femeia fiind cea care ii spune lui ca ea a visat ca el o cheating), adica exact acel gaslightning de care va ziceam si, despre care exista foarte multe exemple, inca netraduse de mine, dar, pe care le voi traduce in zilele viitoare.
Deci, aceasta este o alta dovada a convorbirilor mele, interceptate de catre acesti obsedati, psihopati, care ei si-au facut din viata mea, un scop de a-si indeplini propriile lor aspiratii, prin teroare, inselaciune, falsuri, interpretarea falsa a adevarului, mai exact, inversarea lui prin tehnicile de gaslight, bullying si tot ceea ce ei au considerat ca trebuie sa faca pentru a-si indeplini atat scopul lor real, acela de a pacali niste oameni care, cred intr-o nebunie falsa, imaginara, acea zisa profetie care NU are nicio legatura cu realitatea, si nici cu mine sau familia mea, cat si pentru castigul lor personal.
Citez textul lui integral:
"Check in, in inima ta. Pending post... (I want your text selectia oficiala)
Scris de Irina si atat. E un pic prea cunoscuta ca sa riscam sa dam si al doilea nume. (aici se refera la numele de familie) Uite, daca o chema Constantinescu era mai simplu. Sau alt nume la fel de banal. Vrea sa ramana anonima. NU cred ca ea are sanse. Ea nu e facuta sa nu fie cunoscuta. Poate la urmatorul text ea e de acord sa-i dam si numele.
Ea astepta pe marginea patului ca o proasta, sa vibreze. Telefonul, caci toata fiinta ei vibra deja demult; de nervi, de neliniste, nici ea nu stia exact. ea A muscat sadic dintr-un baton de ciocolata pe care il tinea ascuns la capatul patului, pentru zile negre. Apoi ea a continuat sa se cremuiasca si sa se uleieze cu tot felul de chestii ba pentru par, ba pentru fata, ba pe jumatatea stanga a fundului, ba pentru cea dreapta. Ca printre multele pasarele pe care le avea, ea credea ca are mai multa celulita pe stanga decat pe dreapta. A vibrat! ea a lasat naibii si crema, si tot, si-a aruncat prosopul in pat si, glont la telefonul care era bagat la incarcat la celalalt capat al patului. ea S-a panicat degeaba si s-a mai si lovit la picior in coltul patului. Era un bou. Nu, nu acel el. Era un bou de pe facebook cel care o facuse sa tresara degeaba. Desi... si acel el incepuse in mintea ei sa fie un ...ox pentru ca nu ii daduse niciun semn. NU, nu de cateva zile, de cateva ore. Da, manifestarile ei paranoide erau in faza, incipienta si se chinuia sa le tina acolo pentru a nu exagera. Parca teama esecului celor 7 ani de relatie avuta in tinerete o urmarea pretutindeni. Dar era in sfarsit indragostita iar, dupa atata timp. si ooo da, de multe ori a trecut dragostea, prin aerul din jurul ei, dar tare bine si-a tinut respiratia. Tipul asta insa ii trecuse aproape toate testele, ca tare exagerata si precauta mai era ea, in ceea ce privea relatiile cu barbatii. mai ales ca avusese nenumarate experiente de cand ea a realizat ca regula data de maica sa -un singur barbat, cu ala te mariti si cu ala te culci- era facuta special pentru a fi incalcata. Dar a fost cuminte la viata ei. Ea Avusese belele cam cate degete are la...ambele maini. A se intelege belele prin... barbati. da, mai calcase putin stramb si in relatia aia lunga a ei, dar nu regreta; era vorba de momentele in care relatia deja nu mai mergea si ea tot incerca sa sa faca diferenta intre obisnuinta si iubire. In rest, erau niste belele. O miroseau ca-i cam naiva, ii ziceau doua, trei cuvinte dulcisi gata. Ea si-a dat seama la timp cum stau lucrurile inainte sa i se termine prima mana, mai ales ca intotdeauna a cautat ceva serios, tipul ala de relatie de care fugeau toti barbatii misto. Iar ceilalti, vorba aia, erau deja luati. Uite ca nu chiar toti, parea de la sfarsitul lui ianuarie, for some time past. Era destept si vorbea ore in sir fara sa o plictiseasca. Si nu ii provoca ei doar orgasm psihic. Mainile lui devenisera sutienul ei preferat. Masura perfecta. Si ei se understand each other, doar din priviri adanci. atat de adanci incat ea simtea cum el ii strange deja her coapsele, si il saruta fara sa ii piarda o clipa privirea. Apoi ea il respinge putin si il zgarie pe abdomen, dar in fractiune de secunda, ea se indulceste si il trage inapoi inspre ea. Da, era un joc de neinteles intre ei doi. Un joc in care, totusi, umbra ei nu se misca odata cu umbra lui. Nu o suna decat atunci cand ii era foame si nu avea cu cine sa ia masa in oras, cand avea chef de un prosecco si o discutie. In rest, nu era timp sau... vointa de nimic altceva. Nici din partea lui, dar, parca, nici ea nu se obosea, desi voia mai mult, mai des, mai... Ea se saturase sa tot faca planuri. Voia si ea ceva de-a gata. Ca o mancare semipreparata pe care o bagi la microunde si apoi o savurezi. si ea nu voia nici un barbat prea rece, nici unul prea cald, nici din ala care sa o sacaie cu telefoanele, dar nici din ala care sa o sune din an in Paste. Eh, dar nici ea nu stia sigur daca gasise inca reteta barbatului perfect. cert era ca nu reusea nimeni sa o cucereasca nici daca el ii scria poezii. Barbatul trebuia sa fie poezia insasi. Asa ca, ea a terminat totul, subit. Ea i-a trimis un mesaj sarcastic si subtil de adio. Apoi ea a continuat sa isi incalzeasca serile cu conversatii lungi si inteligente cu alti tipi de la care mai primea like-uri pe facebook. Doar, doar, ea il gasea pe el. Dar nu, ea nu isi punea deloc nadejdea in asta. Pentru ca ea se obisnuise deja cu ideea ca nu iti poti da check in in inima oricui si, pana la urma urmei, nu exista nici sutien perfect. dar voia macar ceva care sa se asorteze cu perechea de bikini si cu sufletul ei de inger rebel."
Din textul lui Constantinescu. ANALIZA pe TEXT. Fantezia obsedatului sexual, a psihopatului RFC, de la inceput. Totul este imaginatia lui bolnava.
De ce am spus ca totul este imaginatia lui bolnava? Simplu. Pentru ca asa este, in realitate. A preluat REALITATI din viata mea, ceea ce aflase spionandu-ma ilegal, prin Facebook, sau controlul, interceptarea ilegala ale convorbirilor, a telefoanelor mele si ale familiei, si le-a integrat in acest text in care fabula, isi imagina, ceva ce credea a fi o relatie extraconjugala, (pe Facebook, sau in realitate) intre mine si fostul meu prieten, LN, cel despre care am scris mai sus, si, mult mai grav, incerca nu doar sa afle situatia exacta dintre mine si el, ci sa se interpuna ca o terta persoana intre noi, sa isi faca simtita prezenta in viata mea, precum si intentiile lui, ca posibil competitor, cuceritor, pentru a intra in gratia mea si, pentru a vedea daca exista acel loc pentru el, citez, "in inima mea".
Sa incep cu inceputul: NUMELE.
IRINA. De ce IRINA? Deoarece initiala numelui meu real incepe cu I; deoarece parintii mei au vrut sa imi puna numele CRINA, iar IRINA este o combinatie intre initiala I si CRINA si, inca o realitate, este numele unei verisoare care locuieste intr-o alta tara din UE, in Danemarca, si, acolo, lucreaza la o televiziune nationala.
Si, mai este o alta poveste, deoarece parintii ei, unchiul si matusa mea, intr-o vizita la noi acasa, m-au apreciat foarte mult, atat fizic, intelectual, cat si talentul, artistic, prin ceea ce vazusera ca facusem eu in casa noastra, cum decorasem (design interior), si, m-au invitat in Danemarca, pentru a-mi face un viitor acolo, cand aveam in jurul varstei de 20.
Din simplele propozitii,
"Check in, in inima ta. Pending post... (I want your text selectia oficiala)
Scris de Irina si atat. E un pic prea cunoscuta ca sa riscam sa dam si al doilea nume. (aici se refera la numele de familie) Uite, daca o chema Constantinescu era mai simplu. Sau alt nume la fel de banal. Vrea sa ramana anonima. NU cred ca ea are sanse. Ea nu e facuta sa nu fie cunoscuta. Poate la urmatorul text ea e de acord sa-i dam si numele." (adica al lui), se intelege clar ca eu, aka IRINA (I si CRINA), voi "lucra" la stiri, deci, televiziune, cunoscuta in lumea intreaga prin acest experiment grotesc si inuman facut pe mine si familia mea, eu fiind personajul principal, iar el in rolul de "sot" al meu, un rol pe care doar un psihopat nenorocit, avid de imagine, bani si putere, il putea crea!
Va rog sa cititi aceste articol. Este vorba despre dragostea pura dintre tatal meu si mama mea, o dragoste imensa si pura, din care m-am nascut eu si sora mea. In interiorul articolului este vorba chiar despre Crina, numele cu care tatal meu o dezmierda pe mama mea, zilnic si, in toate poeziile si textele de dragoste pe care i le scria ei.
https://www.oanastavilanewyork.com/single-post/2019/07/13/iubire-pura
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