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This SPV had what could be called an ‘alibi’ to live as a true victim forever.  But he turns out to be so ‘complicated’ by the end of this story.  His ‘domestic abundance’ seems unreal!

This is the only SPV I know that has gone through life ‘concealed’.  I had never had this experience… sort of invisible to the naked eye… and he is the only SPV I know that thinks he has the perfect excuse to justify his selfishness and his manipulation.

I still, to this date, don’t know how he managed to make us believe that he could be more absent than the rest of us mortals in similar circumstances.

This domestic SPV worked, according to his own words, from dusk ‘til dawn.  Was absent on the weekends, holidays, always tired, always silent, always scarce.  Paid the bills… but that’s it.  He was there… but not really there.

There came the day in which his wife died.  It was intense.

We couldn’t do enough to make him feel good.  I guess, in retrospect that being a victim of circumstances out of his control and in a setting not conceived by his manipulative psyche was not enough ‘victimhood’ for this veteran - and until then invisible - domestic SPV.  So he took over.

I must remind you that SPVs don’t like to share audiences.  They don’t like grieving in bulk.  They yearn for the leading role.

He started cursing and speaking ill of the deceased for having cost him so much money in medication and doctors and hospitals… about how it was frustrating getting home, etc.  This is… slowly paving the road for what came ahead, believing that it would all be later justified and we’d, evidently end up agreeing with him for doing what he did.  Of course!  Only in his sick complicated psyche would this scenario take place!

By the time he finished paving up the road I found out that, not only did he have a mistress, but he had two more families… TWO!  Get it? Families!  And two of them!!!

He deposited his ‘seed’ in the first one, then went on with a second one… but not fulfilled yet, goes on with a third one… but for this specific story I will concentrate on the second tribe of this unquestionably domestic SPV.  A real family-sss man!

I would have thought of it as vulgar and mediocre if the matter had been ‘fresh’, right?  Well, no!  He had had them for so long that it makes you wonder if the ink on the marriage certificate was yet dried when he started with this family spree!  One of his daughters was already 23 years old, 23 years since having been born, registered, baptized, supported… I mean… 23 years… plus 9 months… plus… How much would you like to add… another year of ‘sharing’ with the woman?  That’s TWENTY FIVE years of having… never mind an affair… a whole other family!!!

But you should have seen him suffer and grieve.  Arrrggghhh!!!!

Here is where you might tell me: What’s it to you?  Well, yes, I’ll grant you that… I couldn’t care less about his life and happenings unless he wants to come out as a freaking brokenhearted grieving Christian and not taking responsibility for his actions.

Any Tom, Dick and Harry would know that the true victims here are these three families… victims of the ‘cravings’ of this domestic SPV for ‘captive audiences’ to conceal his lack of identity.

Nowadays, this domestic SPV insists upon his belief that he’s entitled to these families after having suffered and given so much… he says he needed other ‘sensations’ in life…

Well, of course!  Having one family like the rest of us mortals means accepting a way too small of an audience for his psyche… and this SPV needs a whole freaking parade of ‘stand-ins’ for his manipulative selfish plays to be put on a big, huge stage!

If what he really wanted was to extend his clan of followers, his ‘captive audience’ then he should have adopted kids here and there, right?

What goes on in the mind of an SPV is way too creepy for me to imagine.  What makes an SPV disregard and throw away the love of those around him?  I love it when they are their worst enemies!

But, sometimes, karma comes along… blessed karma… though slow in arriving at times as, in this case, this domestic SPV spends his days afflicted by his life, empty, bitter and insignificant.  Dimmed again.

His ‘herd’ of followers shrunk to the point of almost disappearing, which is odd for an SPV that usually lives to expand it… living, fully, his masterpiece… like that little song about some beers on the wall… the number of beers on his wall are decreasing really fast!

Totally Karmic!

He still keeps a couple of ‘stand-ins’ who turned out to be greedier than him.  No love.  No attention.  Only God knows what this disturbed domestic SPV is up to now!  They don’t change, remember?  They make you believe they have, but they don’t.  Their eternal:  What do I want?

What do you want?  Do you want to take a second look at yourself?  Look around you and free yourself from your personal SPVs that are as mean, cruel and brutal as the ones I describe in my stories… Beware!