Kelly* who was ghosted by her boyfriend four times… before she found out he was a criminal. Kelly and Nic met in Las Vegas when they were working together at a convention for a couple of weeks. She wrote him off as a gross player who was well out of her league physically, but about six months later, he texted her out of the blue. She kept her guard up high and resisted the temptation, but he was persistent. Finally, he managed to wear her down. And then, he ghosted her off and on for the next four years.
#2 First Ghosting
After letting him convince me he was a good guy, I let my guard down too far. I liked him… a lot. I told him my secrets, my dreams, my insecurities and my greatest fear — fear of abandonment (which came with a lengthy tale from my early teen years involving myself losing my first love/best friend to cancer and how I had spent my entire life after that feeling like he abandoned me and emotionally damaged). Months passed; Nic was wonderful. I got comfortable, too comfortable, so much that when he suddenly stopped talking to me for a few days and ended up leaving Vegas and going to Orlando, I missed the huge red flags there.
He didn’t tell me he was going; he just disappeared. But he smoothed it over with a sad story of his grandmother who was suddenly battling cancer (coincidence that this happens to be a sensitive subject for me? Looking back, I’d say no). A couple of weeks pass of Nic telling me that his grandma’s health is deteriorating, that he misses me and wants to get back to see me. My heart broke every time I’d hear his voice on the phone, as he sometimes cried about being scared about his grandma’s cancer. And then one day, he was just gone. We pretty much had been texting or on the phone around the clock since he popped back up after skipping town to Orlando. No texts, no calls, nothing. He knew my biggest fear. Was he really doing it to me after claiming to care about me, after spending so much time breaking down my walls and getting me to let him in? Turns out he absolutely was.