Captain Sav'em

Being a Captain Sav’em (CS) is a disorder.  It’s about control. Disguised as a Knight in Shining Armor, CS looks for women who need ‘saving/rescuing’.  They come to the rescue with grand gestures and slowly gain control until the woman is a dependent instead of a partner. CS then becomes a parent to a grown woman. 

I didn’t even see it happening.  My CS was slow and methodical. (For example, ‘baby, you don’t need to pay a cell phone bill, I’ll just put you on my plan’ - thereby gaining access to my call/text log which proved to be a problem later. I wound up having to justify all my calls. God forbid someone on my ‘approved’ list changed their number...I would need a signed letter from the Governor. Control.)

He made me feel like he thought he was the luckiest man alive because he was with me and whatever he had to do to keep me happy he would do. I told him what I wanted from the beginning...a husband, who would be the head of the household, who I could submit to and be a partner with. He was cool with what I wanted, so I did. Submit. I held up to my end of the ‘agreement’ but he didn’t. How could he, he was already married. So I waited and waited. And there was drama and more drama. There were good times intertwined but at the end I had to ask myself why I was committed to working through the drama when we obviously didn’t want the same things. (His being cool with what I wanted didn’t equate to him actually wanting the same).

We had a habit of breaking up and getting back together...remember I said drama. So much so that when I told my girlfriend that we were broken up, it was 4 months before she really believed me. The doorway back together was always the phone. He would say, do you want to keep the phone, I would say yes and a week later he would call with the drama of who you calling, which would lead to why do you care who I’m calling, and so on and so forth. In hindsight, these breakups were probably his opportunity to step out with no guilty conscience, if he even has a conscience. And it was always him breaking up with me. (One such fight was through Facebook messages - I kept it as a reminder of what I went through...some HS friends were getting together and I posted that I wasn’t doing anything on Saturday and was free to meet up with everybody. Well, he flipped out...said that I was telling all my business to all these men like a whore. There were a few dudes involved in the group but I certainly wasn’t meeting just men. Anyway, that breakup lasted about 2 weeks.) The final breakup was my idea and he asked me did I want to keep the phone. I said yes, but 5 days later I got my own contract. That let him know that it was final. I heard from him 2 months later when he texted me that I was a fucking hypocritical whore. That was actually ‘whore’ #4. I told him at #1, I ain’t gonna be too many more whores. This last time I didn’t respond.

We were Facebook friends until Christmas 2010. No communication but I would go past his page every so often to see if my pictures were still up. Around that time I began rekindling an old friendship and thought it best to leave CS where? Back there!

I’m sure he’s saving someone else now.