Episode 5 of MY STORY - talking about how I allowed Moby to take control of our finances and some examples of how we ended up without a pot to piss in so to speak...

This starts off with what I've had going on the last few weeks. It is a bit emotional since it involves my daughters. So, if you want to hop to the part about financial control and abuse, it is about fifteen minutes into the podcast. That being said...

This episode exposes how Moby even stole our kids' money from their savings accounts. We're talking thousands of dollars from our children.

I forgot to mention in this rather lengthy podcast that when his mother was informed of this thievery of his own children's money (by my stepmother) she said there had to be a good reason and that she could replace the money as if it made up for the fact he stole their money. EMPTIED their savings of thousands of dollars.

Money that I felt so guilt about not knowing it was gone.

I only replaced some of the funds when I opened new bank accounts for them with funds from my retirement I had to dig into during dire times. Dark times.

I felt so guilty, kinda still do, for being so oblivious to his despicable actions.

This is barely tipping the iceberg in what was done as far as the finances went.

I thank all for listening!

Remember this: if something is off, listen to your instincts. It never hurts just to look into things to ease your mind.

-AJ-

The facade...in public, gatherings with family or pseudo friends, at work...an abusive narcissist or any abuser will put on an act to be seen as the center of attention and/or be seen as a great spouse, parent and all-around great human being.

The ridicule of my likes and suggestions behind closed doors and criticizing versus what was portrayed in front of others differed immensely.

Many masks were worn depending on the situation...in a sense similar to Jekyll and Hyde.

Thanks for stopping by!

AJ

Golden child 1, Golden Child 2, and the mini Scapegoat.....

I explain the kid dynamics dealing with the abusive narcissist. I may redo this to explain my explaining. This is my story and the truth about the treatment of my children. Apologies, but at least you know it is a real person.

Thanks