Desperate Descent

Reactive Abuse

In the days after the discard, my emotions collapsed into something raw and directionless. Not because I needed closure, I'd long stopped expecting honesty from her, but because I couldn’t believe she would actually go through with it. She had pulled similar stunts before. Silent treatments, dramatic exits, cold withdrawals. But she had always returned. Always. But it was different this time. I could feel it. Something had changed, and I got the feeling that I had missed something. But I couldn't think straight.

Zero Reaction

So I didn’t seek understanding. I sought reaction. I wanted her to flinch, to respond, to prove I still mattered. I wanted her to acknowledge my existence. I bombarded her inbox, dozens of emails per day, and I poured out my rage and confusion in messages she never answered. My words shifted from pleading to threatening to insulting. Anything to elicit a response, an acknowledgement. Not because I hated her, but because I couldn’t bear the sudden vacuum. The ghosting wasn’t just silence. It was annihilation. How could she do this, I wondered. She could do it because she truly never cared.

And that, I now see, was the design. She wanted me to spiral out of control. She wanted the paper trail. A collection of emails that, stripped of context, made me look unstable, obsessive, unhinged. She didn’t just discard me. She laid the groundwork for a future accusation, knowing exactly how I would react. This was not the first time she had done this. She expected me to react badly and she made sure there would be evidence of it. 

The Perfect Victim

This wasn’t aggression. It was desperation. It was the psychological snap of someone whose trust had been exploited, whose hope had been used against him, and whose love had been weaponized for narrative control. You can only take so much before you snap. Everyone has their limit. Narcissists know exactly how to push you towards it. It's why they study you so hard in the beginning. 

Psychologists call it reactive abuse, when the victim finally lashes out, unable to take the abuse any longer, and the narcissist calmly steps into the role of the wounded party. Suddenly the abuser takes the role the victim and the victim becomes cast as the abuser. Complete with "Evidence". It’s a setup. And I walked right into it.

This was the start of the Aftermath. A silent war, provoked with precision, and one I never saw coming.

A Narcissists Revenge

Below:  This composite screenshot captures unauthorized activity on my kringlekriss69@gmail.com Google account between 25 November 2024 and 29 November 2024, during a confirmed four-day breach. L.O. and Dom used the account to conduct targeted searches, including recovery protocols, hosting platforms (InterServer), and email accounts (e.g. charleshoskinson@proton.me). The final frame confirms that the recovery email on kringlekriss69@gmail.com had been changed, proving the account had been hijacked.

Above: This image serves as clear evidence of the hack, the premeditated stalking behavior, and the psychological warfare tactics used during that time. I was able to recover the account weeks later and discovered these activity logs they had evidentially forgotten to delete.

I also found evidence of L.O. trying to frame me by subscribing to XHamster using her real name with this email address. She later tried to delete the account but I managed to recover it for evidence. This fact alone proves that she was involved in the hacking of this account and therefore all the associated ones too. 

  The message sent by L.O. to my LinkedIn account 

Below: Evidence - a screenshot from my investigation into this incident. As can be seen by the date it is clear she was in the habit of "calling the whole thing off", only to later reappear and hoover me back again, typical of narcissistic abuse cycles. Note the use of aliased emails. The style of writing is similar to her previous known emails and is corroborating evidence. 

Below: Here you can see her by own admission that she knew my email login details. This email was another attempt by her to blackmail me. One of many such attempts.