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Summer love- 7- True life story

This is a series regarding the time period when I met him. I hope to shed light on how it all began. The first 6 installments can be found here:


Spokane Was. 1982

A single pine cone dropped from a tree that lined the well manicured dirt road. Pine needles and other natural debris were constantly raked and hauled away leaving a pristine entry way to the house that stood on the hill. It was the last of five homes that marked this mile long road and mom insisted that it be picture perfect.

I slowly made my way between two towering pine which had become the parking area for extra cars. The smell of popcorn, hot dogs and concessions permeated my hair and clothing making it necessary to quickly make my way in through the car port door and hopefully straight to the shower. I gingerly opened the door and walked just two feet when I was greeted by his smiling face. He approached me cautiously and placed a single kiss above my forehead.

The noise of Dad’s recliner clanking shut reminded me that he was still home and most likely taking a break between projects. He taught high school English and was the department head but for now it was summer and time was spent checking off jobs that mom had listed on a piece of lined paper. Within minutes Dad walked past and reminded him that they would need to start early morning and might possibly need more supplies. He nodded his head and grinned eagerly,  piecing sentences together that tasked his rudimentary English skills.

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  1. Sounds so innocent and hopeful, Lynn, he seemed to fit in with your family.

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    August 17, 2018
    • Yes he was a dream! He went with my dad everywhere and he also helped out. Until the last time he was at the lake with all of us he constantly did jobs, fixed things etc.

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      August 17, 2018
      • They know what to do to gain trust.


        August 17, 2018
  2. Oh, my! This does show how he snared you. Deception and seduction can blind one. Thank you for sharing the beginnings. It makes more sense for what happened later. xoxo

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    August 17, 2018
  3. Acting, playing the game until he could spring!

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    August 17, 2018
    • yes I look back and see that was it! The slow change was hard to see and I felt it was me but clearly the plan!

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      August 19, 2018
  4. 😞

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    August 17, 2018
  5. “…quickly make my way in through the car port door and hopefully straight to the shower. I gingerly opened the door and walked just two feet….” You were already on your metal Lyn. Hoping he wouldn’t be there, knowing he would. Just a little time to gather oneself, to have that shower, freshen up. So important. He was already well entrenched in your life. Makes me shudder.

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    August 17, 2018
  6. A groom-er

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    August 18, 2018
  7. Oh, quite the actor or did he just snap!?

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    August 18, 2018
  8. Great writing, Lynn! You have the knack of really pulling your readers in! xoxoxo

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    August 18, 2018
  9. Such a contrast to how he later treated you. You describe so well his sinister behavior.

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    August 18, 2018
  10. With hindsight it’s easy to see a manipulative, scheming pattern, but at the time anyone would be fooled into seeing only good in him.

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    August 18, 2018
  11. The perfect gentleman, wasn’t he? He knew just how to ingratiate himself and charm everyone. No one could know the danger lurking beneath the welcome kiss. I’m so glad this is behind you, Lyn.

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    August 18, 2018
  12. It appears he was ensnaring everyone.

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    August 18, 2018
  13. It’s amazing how deeply he fooled everyone, before he isolated you, and then turned into a monster. I am so pleased that you have survived and escaped to a happy life 💜💜

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    August 18, 2018
  14. What a chameleon!

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    August 19, 2018
  15. He wormed himself into you and your family. Being careful to not show his real self. Be the worm…hook the fish…reel her in….Then snap…..become the monster he always was. A controller….so glad your out xxxxx

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    August 22, 2018
  16. Hi, Lynz, thank you as always for sharing your post at #seniorsalon. I shared it on my Share, Care & Inspire FB page and also RT.

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    September 4, 2018

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