So Liam is STILL on Twitter. Glancing at the picture he used over two years ago, which I doubt was recent even then, I’m convinced he has no remorse for the damage he has done. Its almost as though he is saying he is invincible, and that nothing or no one will stop him …
The picture, which evokes an abundance of memories, mostly bad, is in itself manipulative. Portraying himself as a harmless middle aged man with a slightly “cheeky chap” grin, one could be forgiven for comparing him to a favourite Uncle or perhaps an elderly neighbour … This was/is his intention, to misrepresent and deceive.
Liam wrote a book 26 years ago. He told of being placed in an Irish Industrial school through no fault of his own at 4 years of age. The book, one of the first of its kind, described candidly the extent of neglect and cruelty he suffered at the hands of the nuns at a time in his life he should have been loved and nurtured. Only a person with a heart of stone could fail to be moved by the barbaric and appalling occurrences these small children were forced to endure.
However, the Liam I have come to know, is a liar fantasist and first class schemer, not to mention the greatest storyteller imaginable. I could perhaps be forgiven in questioning just how much of Liam’s account is fact and how much is fiction bearing in mind his vivid imagination and ability to transform the simplest scenarios into a work of art …
A man who insisted he never wanted pity wasted no time in ingratiating himself into the company of vulnerable women. Some had read his book and were compassionate and sympathetic, others, who were housebound due to illness or caring for a sick relative, and one, who I understand was horrifically scarred by an abusive partner.
A man who, in the beginning had such a way with words he was almost addictive, was basically unable to keep up the pretence of being Mr Nice Guy. After securing his niche in the hearts of numerous women he tired of the niceties and moved on to demands, accusations and commands. In hindsight I understand now just why he stayed … I was a hard nut to crack and despite his best efforts I never weakened. He never obtained so much as a bikini picture from me much less the naked images he so desired …
He may well have thought his powers of persuasion were failing him, that he was in some way losing his touch … but nothing could have been further from the truth … I so wanted to please him … He couldn’t have known the years of self-harming had left me not only scarred but deeply self-conscious, and he had no more success in coaxing me into sending pictures of myself than he did convincing me to “cum to him” on Skype …
It was a chance remark Liam made in which he denied his sister, claiming she was too ugly to be related to him … and his wife, who he labelled “the biggest abuser ever” … Should we believe he has had a change of heart? Or that he has found a new streak in her? Its somewhat confusing now that we are “unfit to tie her shoelaces” where once we were indispensible …
More recently his resentment has been directed at us, the women he blatently lied to, made false promises to, and who were duped into loving him for no reason other than to entertain him … an old and pathetic man w****** in front of a computer from a crusty red sofa … and no one had the heart to tell him he was making them cringe … that they were humouring him …
I have to say it feels good to have the last laugh …
The Narcissist And His Trail of Destruction. 