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This book gives the reader a perspective look into the chaotic life of a woman who falls in love and marries an incarcerated, narcissistic man. The trials and tribulations that she endures will take you on a roller coaster ride of emotions.
The life of a woman who met and married an incarcerated narcissistic man—this book will take you on a journey of lies, cheating, and mental abuse as she finds her strength and courage to let go, move forward, and heal.

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Vie de famille

Relations familiales

LOVE

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	28 mai 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669879411
Langue	English

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Blinded by False Love
AN INMATE’S WIFAE FOR LIFE

ADYNAH YAH

COPYRIGHT © 2023 BY ADYNAH YAH.
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CONTROL NUMBER:
2023909879

ISBN:
HARDCOVER
978-1-6698-7943-5

SOFTCOVER
978-1-6698-7942-8

EBOOK
978-1-6698-7941-1

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Rev. date: 05/27/2023

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CONTENTS
Acknowledgement
Dedication
Prelude
Chapter 1 The Beginning 2001–2002
Chapter 2 Honeymoon Over 2002–2003
Chapter 3 Shattered 2004
Chapter 4 Divorce Looms 2004–2006
Chapter 5 Bipolar and Peace 2007–2008
Chapter 6 Life Spinning out of Control 2009–2010
Chapter 7 The Revolving Doors of Alcoholism and Recovery 2011–2014
Chapter 8 Second Chances 2015–2017
Chapter 9 The Beginning of the End 2017–2018
Epilogue
Acknowledgement
First and foremost, I’d like to thank the most high, for keeping me, as I’ve lived to see 61 years of age. I thank my children for allowing me to be their mom, and for giving me so many wonderful grandchildren to spoil. For they are the greatest joys of my life.
I’d like to thank my few closest friends, whom have been by my side for years. Sharing my joys and my struggles. For believing in me, and never doubting me throughout this journey called life. For without the most high, my family and friends, I wouldn’t be the woman that I am today.
Dedication
To all women, who are wives, lovers, significant others, mothers, daughters, and aunts. Of incarcerated men. My hope is that you all find the courage to be true to yourselves first and foremost. For your mental health is a priority. You can’t support them if you don’t take care of yourselves. Never sacrifice your mental, spiritual and financial health. It’s okay to set boundaries and remove yourself from harm if you need to, without guilt or shame.
Take care of yourselves without guilt or shame.
We need to watch what images we see. We need to watch to see what is normal in our images.
When men say, “I do,” they don’t know what they’re saying or doing. They are only thinking about sex. They don’t know what their responsibilities of being a husband are.
Prelude
“Hello, it’s me again,” I remember those words as if it were yesterday, staring at me from the paper. My first thought was “What do you mean ‘It’s me again’? Who are you?” At the time, I didn’t know this was the second of many more letters of correspondence to come.
I was just what the doctor ordered, he said. Seriously, is he for real? Who says that? It was sometime in April 2001. I now think back on it as the beginning of the end.
Just like the song says, he was a smooth operator, going in for the kill right away. He held nothing back, as the manipulation begins.
It took me sixteen years to begin writing this journey. His actions wrote this journey for me. At one point I had over a thousand letters, pictures, and cards in my possession. I thought that I needed these things to compose this book, yet after twelve years, I threw them all away, for everything that I needed was already written in my mind and heart. My story had long been written without the physical evidence of memoirs.
Curtis was tall, dark, and handsome. I’ll never forget hearing his deep and sexy voice for the first time on the phone. Then actually putting a face with the voice was extremely exciting for me, as I was excited and nervous all at the same time.
And then there he was, Mr. Smooth Operator, Mr. Slick Con Man, aka Mr. Manipulator. Curtis was all that and then some. Yet I felt that I was chosen to do what I was about to do. It was my calling to become an inmate’s wife for life.
I had so much love to give, no man to share it with. And there he was sliding into my heart and my world, like a slimy snake, slithering so slowly and smoothly. Unbeknownst to me at the time, he was very narcissistic, selfish, and arrogant. He used words and pictures to gain control.
Curtis’s first words were “What’s happening?” I was blushing like a teenager and responded by saying, “Nothing.” I knew at that moment that I fell head over heels in love with him, along with his selfishness, insanity, and madness. Here we go as the journey begins.
It was Father’s Day, June 2001, our first of many visits. A week later, the proposal came along with thousands of lies. I said yes, despite opposition from family and friends. Thinking back now, I know that I had to go through trials and tribulations for me to be where I am now, which is a very peaceful place within myself, my life.
Chapter 1
THE BEGINNING 2001–2002
Saturday, June 16, 2001, 11:00 a.m.
Dear Diary,
Anxiety was the word of the day. I had missed a call from Curtis. Not knowing what he wanted to speak to me about was killing me inside. I was at work when he called and so I missed it. As my son at home at taken the call and didn’t bother to call me so that I could speak with him.
So I decided to take a chance and drive to the institution where he was housed, not knowing whether my visiting application had been approved yet. I would make this trip tomorrow, which would be Father’s Day, and I wasn’t doing anything or had any plans.
What could be the harm? It would only be an hour’s drive. Finally, I would be able to put a face behind the sexy voice that I had been speaking to for weeks now. The wait would be over.
Chelsey
Sunday, June 17, 2001, 12:00 p.m.
Dear Diary,
I was a nervous wreck, excited at first, then the butterflies kicked in as I waited at a table for him. I was trying not to look nervous. I was somewhat afraid. Afraid of what I was about to be getting myself into. Not knowing what he would look like, which didn’t matter. He had already captured my heart as planned. So drop the butterflies, Chelsey. Get over it quickly, because here he comes. Smile.
And being the con artist that he was, dressed neat, haircut and clean-shaven. Handsome as well. I’m in trouble as he approaches me, all slithery like a snake. Slithering along the row of tables, then he stops.
I stand up and he grabs me. We kiss so passionately. Nervousness kicks in at full speed at that moment. Our first kiss felt good, warm and gentle.
Then he sits down to my right and just stares at me with those big brown eyes. I could feel them up and down my body, just checking me out. I was still smiling from ear to ear. Butterflies in my stomach weren’t calming down at all.
Yet I was anything but shy after that kiss. Smile.
I was hooked. I was in love.
A day that I’ll never forget. You said that I fit perfect in your arms. I felt it also. I feel it now. Smile. I can still feel your big strong arms around my short little body.
It was a perfect match: a perfect fit from the beginning, a perfect romance for us. We both deserved it. Smile.
Wednesday, June 20, 2001, 4:00 p.m.
Hey, Curtis,
How are you doing? As for me, I’m doing ok, just trying to stay cool in this heat. I’m on my lunch break right now. I was just thinking about you, as usual. For whatever reason, you, Curtis, stay on my mind all the time, every day, every night 24/7. (Smile) I can hardly wait to see you again. At this moment, I’m still on cloud nine from my first visit with you this past weekend.
My feelings for you, Curtis, are growing stronger and stronger by the day. Very rapidly, I must also say. Seeing you only confirmed that what we are feeling for each other is real and right. And I know as we continue to water this relationship, it will grow even stronger. We have a wonderful future ahead of us, a wonderful life together to look forward to.
Love,
Chelsey
Friday, June 22, 2001, 3:26 p.m.
Dear Diary,
Curtis, what can I say? My visit with you yesterday was awesome. Things are moving so fast right now. I’m trying to slow down, as I’m not sleeping very well, nor am I eating like I should. Yet I know that I must eat, although I haven’t had much of an appetite lately.
I’m just so happy right now, and I don’t want these feelings to end. I was thinking about everything that we spoke about yesterday, about your ex, my ex, the kids, and just everything. I still have some questions. Well, it’s just some things that you have said and written to me that don’t make sense or add up. In one of your letters, you stated that you were 19 and your ex was older (26). Yet the other day during our visit, you stated that your ex was about 29 years old now, and your son is about 14 years old now. Then this would make your ex about my age now? From this picture [that h