He had something Ex1 will never have, and that is charm. Ex2 could charm his way through most anything, as long as it was a temporary situation. It take's no time at all, if you are a person of awareness, to see who he really is inside. You just have to observe for a short bit of time. Problem is he works fast enough to get in there while the charm is still masking the reality. And he is an online predator. He does all his work online and by phone. The first time you meet him will most likely be when he is moving in. By the time you see who he really is, he has moved in and gotten you caught up in some drama that brings in a third party that does need you, and then you are fucked. Now you are stuck between telling him to fuck off and abandoning someone who deserves to have someone fight for their safety. I am convinced now, that the child is a pawn. He loves this child but they are ultimately his bread and butter. They are how he legitimizes himself in the beginning and how he manages to 'get in there' so fast. This is his tool. I would bet my ass that when I booted him, he stopped fighting for this child. This way he could create, once again, a scenario that would breed concern in the next woman that comes along. I'm not sure what he is going to do when this child is too old to use anymore. I suppose it will be the, "Pity me. My child hates me but it's their Mom's fault and not mine! That evil bitch turned my child against me!" Sick. It's just sick beyond words.
And then there is his violent side. More verbal than physical although physical as well, he holds no limits when he decides to release on you. THIS is the 7 hours I spoke of. This is the 7 hours that altered me internally for life. This is the moment that I crossed the lines of suicidal thoughts on occasion to going as far as taking the blade to my inner wrist, but I couldn't do it. Not any of the 50 times or so that I so desperately wanted out. Instead I cut on the outer wrist. I have more scars from the 7 months I spent with him then I do from the entire 30 years of cutting I did before him. I'm not joking, nor am I exaggerating. Just two days ago I looked down and really absorbed that fact. Do you know what ended the abuse on that fated day that started 1 year ago minus 9 hours at the moment? I finally just released my hold on life, opened the side table drawer and took out the box cutter I had in there from my Wal-Mart employment days... and I took that bitch and started cutting myself open. It was the only thing in all that time that made this person halt in any way. He kept up with the abuse but now it was mixed with fear. It cooled him down enough to let nature take effect and bring him down from his adrenalin rush he had been riding non-stop for 7 hours. He got freaked, he got tired, he calmed down. Fucking asshole. That was the only time ever in all those years that I have ever cut with anybody around. Fucking coward.