#Struck by Lightning In July of 2023, Sam shared that God had spoken to her. She’d witnessed a lightning bolt cleave a tree as she was driving. This divine message instructed her return to me, emphasizing my role as a provider for her and our son. This omen also heralded the forthcoming birth of a daughter, and, from on-high, she’d been told that the child was destined for a Messianic role.
Gone The signs were unmistakable. Within a month, our once frequent, daily interactions dwindled to sporadic and strained exchanges, leaving me to vie for the privilege of a FaceTime glimpse of my son. Her reluctance was palpable, replacing our routine calls and texts with silence or annoyance. Heads Up: If you’ve been victimized by a partner’s deceit and then further by the gaslighting that ensued, I acknowledge you. You understand the unfolding script.

Narcissists and Narcs: Welcome to the Sam Show

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Welcome to “The Sam Show” Imagine trying to lead a symphony of deaf musicians – that was akin to navigating Sam’s smoking saga. My pleas, crescendoing into a cacophony, prompted me to pen an email, a written appeal for her to quit smoking, crafted in the hope she’d absorb its urgency at her leisure. Yet, this email morphed into the family’s gossip du jour, branding me a “Narc." Pause for a moment.
A Look Through the Filtered Lens She waxed lyrical about an upcoming photoshoot, and alarm bells rang faint but clear in my head. There’s a breed of guys clutching secondhand Canon EOS cameras who fancy themselves the next Annie Leibovitz. They spin yarns about artistic enlightenment to coax women into “just-for-fun” photoshoots at home—camouflaged come-ons, if ever there were. When I voiced my qualms, she pacified me with assurances that she’d call the whole thing off.

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These Images Have Been Redacted Total Trash While Demandind a Pound of Flesh She Wanted to Sneak This Past Me, and Have Me Pay the Bill . She’s a Loser, a Manipulator, and a Bum Enabled By Her So-Called Dad, David Ames.