Confessions Of A Recovering Catfish – Part Two

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I’m not able to re-blog this as the wife to whom authored this post, blocked me. I’m speculating that she felt threatened by me, that he, a reformed catfish, was leaving genuine and heartfelt comments on my blog. As a woman who was cheated on, I can see how that would be triggering. Nonetheless, he was never inappropriate with his comments.

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I never considered myself a catfish until it was recently pointed out to me. I mean, my profile picture was me. I told people the truth regarding where I lived, what I did for a living, the nuts and bolts of my everyday life. But it pretty much ended there. Beneath the veneer of respectability I created a version of myself who was cooler, wittier, more outrageous than the very plain person sitting tapping on their phone.

I escaped into a fantasy, online world where everybody loved me and thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. I became increasingly detached from reality and the people who really mattered. Harmless half truths snowballed to become whopping great lies. I became a master at mind games and manipulating situations to my advantage. I let my family down, I let myself down. I was spiralling out of control. Always down.

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