The Real Micky and Malory Knox
Ok, from the header you are probably like what true sociopaths cant fall in love, not true ones anyways, im here to prove those people wrong. me and my husband have been checked out by two different doctors that have diagnosed use with the disorder. here is my story. Im a 22 year old female. Born in a country town in up state new york. i never had a good childhood, never meet my mom dad died young, in and out of different homes tossed around like a piece of trash mostly all my life. molested at a young age by my older sisters husband when i was 7, beat by my step mom when my dad passed away. thrown to my ant and uncle to be taken care of and mental and physically abbused till the time one of my sisters took me off there hands. i lived with my older sister and her 3 children we were all in our early teen by then and she had re-married from the man that had done things to us at a young age. she was now married to what seemed to be a nice man that had everything together and was a hard working man, i was so happy, i finally have people that care about me and want me to be a part of a family. wrong! few months go by and i stat noticing the things that he would say to me, or tell me. it was incomparable and i didn't know what to say to anyone so i said nothing like always. by now im older and i am use to hiding how i feel about everything. with silence comes the suicide attempts. the first one was after a fight that i had with my older sister were she said some very mean things involving here husband and him always being on my side. i didn't want anyone to be on my side, i just wanted love and it seemed like i was never going to get it from anyone so i was done, i went to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of Arterial and took the whole bottle, then i started praying asking god for forgiveness and telling my father that i would see him soon, i wake up in a car and its moving really fast. i get to were i can open the door and i jump. after i feel the ground under me and the smell of dirt, i feel someone hit me in the back of the head as hard as they can, lights out. i wake up in the hospital a few hours later to a nurse telling me that i would be moved soon and i would be discharged back into my brother in laws custady. i cry and begged them not to and i can see him outside the door laughing. but what can i do. no one is on my side.
Time dragged by and things got worse and worse. but i never brought it up or told anyone. i was still young and didn't know what was going on. i kept to myself and took everything in and let nothing out, i loved being at school so that was were i was happy, i never liked being at home. either getting yelled at or doing some so called yard work around the house. as soon as i was old enough i left. i was so happy to be out of there i didn't care what happened to me as long as i was gone. i moved in with some of my friends and lived on my own for awhile. one day i was talking to my sisters daughter who was now kicked out of the house for being gay, she had joined the navy and was trying to recruit me. we i was sold but i wanted something more than just being on a ship, i wanted nothing more than to go to Afghanistan and kill as many people as i possibly could. i didn't understand the feeling at the time but i got off on the idea of killing someone with no mercy and not thinking twice, so i joined the Marines that day....
after i when through the 12 week program and the month long MCT( military combat training) and the 3 month comm. school i was sent to camp Lejeune NC were i was put with a arty unit. i was a good marine i did what i was told and i always put out with any work i had to do. i was 20 at this time and i had noticed that i had a very high sex drive and no matter how much or who i was with nothing ever felt good, i got to the point were i used it to get what i want and then leave the person thinking what the hell. i didn't care about anyones feeling or what they had to say about anything, i was all about me and i was gonna get what i wanted. it was the ultimate high for me and i couldn't stop. until i meet him. i had heard a few days before some people talking about a Sgt. that was coming back to the unit and things were gonna get crazy because he was as they put it " the biggest asshole alive". i blue it off. a few days later..... i saw him.
He was like no man i have ever seen, 23 years old at the time, he was tall and thin but not like lanky, he was built but you could tell he was strong, he had a way about him that he just looked like he was gonna rip your head off and not give a fuck. He had blonde hair and when i finally made eye contact i saw that they were blue as the ocean. he was the sexiest thing i have ever seen i my whole life. the few time that i was close to him all i could say was "i Sgt.", or anything that im sup-post to say to someone thats in charge of me. every time i saw him he was either making someone cry or making them feel like they were nuthing. i don't know, just hearing his voice yell at someone made me wet, i have never felt like i felt with him around, but he didn't even know i was alive. the first time i ever talked to him was one night, i got really drunk and texted him asking him a question, he was a lot nicer than i thought he was going to be right then and there. we hung out a few times and texted all the time, i didn't want it to be serious and nether did he because he was a Sgt. and thats a big no no. We wound up having sex a few times and like always i would just treat him like i treated every guy, like i didn't care about him. but wait it was different this time, he did the same thing to me, which drove me crazy. i wanted more of him and i couldn't stop thinking about him. i had never been fucked like the way he fucked me and it was so uforic. there was no love in it just hard raw sex and thats what i wanted. the next few months were a back and forth hurt fest. we lived off of hurting people but we didn't know who each other were yet. he would tell me storys about what he did to other girls and how he lead them on and love to make them want to die after he made them fall in love. why the whole time i cant help myself by getting off to what he had done. He noticed that it didn't bother me and overtime he would talk about it i wanted to suck his cock. time goes by and were getting nothing but closer, we are now doing horrible things to people because it makes us happy. or what we parricide to be happy. One day im sitting down and i just ask, why are the way you are. he says to me, "im a sociopath its what i do". i have heard the word before and i didn't really know what it mint, the first thought in my head was serial killers are sociopaths. i didn't my research and everything matched him to a T.
It was probably a year into the relationship when i started thinking hey why is it ok to be with him, why do i want to. i didn't really understand at the time. what bothered me the most was sociopaths cant love, so what was this that he was doing and i was feeling. i started to relive slowly that i had some treats that was like that of his, things that normal people don't do and urges that were scaring me.i got to the point when i met someone i would think of ways to kill them or horrible things that us to could do together to other people just to amuse us. it was better than smoking weed for me and i loved every second of it.
Its been 2 years now and he is my husband, he is like my other half, when he isn't there im lost and same for him. we say that we love each other but we both know that is is something different, its not love, its that primeval human drive that we both share and love, there is nothing in this world like it. i feel pity anyone whole has never felt this from in so deep in our body you just wanna punch a wall. im one to keep everything hidden because i just joke about it but i let everything go a few days ago and i feel great, like i don't have to mimic something im not anymore. i can be the little devil i am and have always wanted to show him can be. We are the weirdest couple u will ever meet and you don't want to meet. they say the sociopaths cant find there soul mates, i say bullshit. i found mine and were gonna bring this world to its knees. To All you sociopaths out there that are just getting by and you wanna ask me questions, id be happy to help. email me @ [email protected]
( all true, names were left out and embellishments were not told)*
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