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A story of emotional domestic abuse and parental alienation

  • Kneeling on Marbles
  • Introduction
  • Parental Alienetion
  • Sandra
    • The Cheat
    • The Thief
    • The Pathological Liar
    • Sandra’s Tactics
  • Despicable 3
    • Adam
      • Letter to Adam
    • Stephanie
      • Letter to Stephanie
    • Sophie
  • The Bitter End
  • Why?
  • Facebook Post
  • Memoir

The Pathological Liar

This may be a good opportunity to boil the kettle and prepare yourself a very large mug of your favourite hot drink as this may be a long read.

Compulsive Liar, Pathological Liar, Sociopathic Liar, manipulative Liar, Narcissistic Liar, Intentional Liar, White Liar, Careless Liar, Occasional Liar, Impressive Liar, Avoidant Liar, Tactful Liar. These are the common types of liar.

A Very Dangerous Woman

Sandra is a dangerous liar. Given my experience she is a Pathological Liar, though, given her sociopathy she may be deemed a Sociopathic Liar. In my experience and taking into account the ruin of her best friend’s marriage in conjunction with our own and the implication of her friend in her bank fraud, Sandra is an extremely dangerous woman. An extremely dangerous liar. 

She may be better described as a Sociopathic Liar, given her emotional numbness and apathy towards others when she is in need of, or wanting something (for example money or someone else’s husband).

Sandra’s use of our kids, in particular Stephanie and Sophie, in her quest to destroy me after her arrest, is disgusting.

Let’s first of all begin by saying that you cannot have affairs and steal without lying and from around 1992 until our separation in 2002 Sandra had numerous affairs, leading to pregnancy, and stole a considerable amount of money. And let’s not forget, the one thing that has preyed on my mind since early 1992 is the question as to Sophie’s father. That’s a long time and there is no arguing that, given Sandra’s promiscuity around that time, I am justified in questioning who Sophie’s father is.

Sandra’s Revenge

Following her arrest for bank fraud Sandra became extremely bitter and angry and she would do anything to destroy my relationships with our kids, Stephanie and Sophie in particular.

The following is an excerpt from an interdict arranged by Sandra through her solicitor. Note that I eventually made a formal complaint about her solicitor as I became more and more disturbed by Sandra’s lies and accusations, particularly considering Sandra’s claim that she was encouraged by her solicitor to lie, which you will read about shortly.

writ snippet

That was the most upsetting paragraph of the interdict, a false claim of domestic violence designed to threaten my freedom and gain an upper hand in divorce proceedings. Unfortunately such false accusations diminish the genuine accusations of thousands of men, women and children who suffer real abuse but who are often not believed. Ironically many of these people suffer emotional and mental abuse at the hands of perpetrators just like Sandra.

During our relationship between 1979 and 2002 Sandra never had black eyes. None of her family, friends, working colleagues nor Adam, Stephanie or Sophie have ever seen Sandra with black eyes.

These accusations can be proven to be false. 

Sandra was never the victim of a violent assault by me. Sandra was never hit, slapped or spat at by me. 

In fact, there was a moment I spoke to her and queried her accusations. Her answer? ‘Och that’s just what solicitors do’. She was effectively blaming her solicitor for encouraging her spurious accusations.

I doubt Adam, Stephanie or Sophie have seen this interdict or are even aware of it. They would not be able to corroborate the accusations without making liars of themselves.

Regarding ‘bruises about her body’, I would query with her certain bruises she had around her torso. She would tell me that she received them at work while handling patients, lifting them onto beds, etc. She worked in geriatric wards as a nurse.

Given her promiscuity and the fact that the partner of one of her paramours followed her and witnessed her having sex with her partner in a car, it is very possible that some bruises were the result of rough contact with the handbrake and gear knob of a Ford Mondeo during her intimate liaisons.

Within the interdict there are all manner of false accusations, though I do have to admit to an altercation with Sandra’s brother in law on Christmas Day 2002 when Sandra asked him to go to my parent’s house to collect Adam, Stephanie and Sophie. He knocked on the door of my parent’s house and my father answered. I heard him shout ‘Right kids, in the car’. That was a red rag to me. We had an altercation outside. I called him in the evening to apologise, which he accepted. He informed me he had been disgusted at having to leave his Christmas dinner, having been asked by Sandra to accompany her to collect the kids. I don’t think he was particularly enamoured at Sandra being there in the first place.

I have to admit Sandra called me to take the kids to her, which I would have done, but her manner, as always, was disgusting so I told her she could collect them herself. She had a car, given to her by one of her paramours.

The whole thing with her brother in law, to me, was disgusting, given accusations Sandra made to me about him several years prior. Sandra has a very bad habit of leaning on and using others to her advantage.

Neither Sandra’s sister, nor her brother in law have anything to do with her anymore.

The following is a letter written by my solicitor in response to Sandra’s accusations, illustrating the disgust that Sandra was able to lie to court without presenting evidence, costing a lot of money. Money I'd been saving to buy Adam his first car.

Letter re accusations 1
Letter re accusations 2

Sandra is the type of woman who would lie just to destroy someone’s life 

The indications are that, around August 2021 she has done just that, yet again, given Adam’s reaction when I called in October of that year.

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