My cousin, a minister, has quite recently, after more than half a life with no connection, turned out to be the one person I could talk to about one of the deep shocks of my lifetime, the charming sociopath muse of my early adulthood, who left me in a dark place.
Wicked, is what he called my Charming Sociopath, and for the first time in years I found there was someone I could talk to about the existence of Evil.
The Charming Sociopath had a support network of deceivers, people behind the scenes who must have known his insincerity, or at least suspected it, but were not protective of me. Many of them went to Church.
And so I proceeded to a dark place where loyalty, faithfulness, and devotion, idealism and belief were challenged.
My cousin says, "He was grooming you for more shocks."
