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Scottish Lassie

Major Ratslayer
This sounds just like my Rat. It’s a good thing I got out when I did. I think married life would have been like this for us. He was addicted to porn and social media. We all know the traits of these narcissistic Tunisian Love Rats....especially those of us who were in online relationships with them. xx

How many times have you stood outside the study door and pressed you ear against the door in the hope of hearing something? Many times I would wager. You press it closer and close your eyes as if shutting off one sense might just aid another. Is that our voice you can hear? It is difficult to tell as the frenetic and anxious beating of your heart causes the blood to roar in your ears and you cannot tell if that is us speaking in a low murmur, the sound of a television or the incessant hum of the technology on the other side of this portal. Are we speaking to someone or is that now the clack of the keyboard as our fingers glide across it?

What is it that we are doing beyond this door? Your hand reaches out to the handle but you know that it is pointless. The door will be locked. It was not long after we began these night time residences in the study that a lock was fitted and you have never seen the key. The room is always locked when we are in it. The room is always locked when we are not in it. You have no access. You once went to find a ladder, determined to peer in through the window and see what lies within. Strange thoughts of witnessing bizarre experiments flicked through your mind, visions of some hybrid beast chained and caged, a monster yet to be unleashed, yet as you looked up you could see that the blinds had been closed. Once again we had out strode you.

Even if a locked door did not bar your access you know that as soon as you began to open the door we would appear at it, face filling the crack, bodyweight behind it preventing you from pushing it open any further, our suspicious face blocking you from seeing what lay within. We soon ushered you away, muttering about having important work to do. You made kind noises, suggesting that we worked too hard and inviting us to allow you ingress so you might massage our shoulders but your suggestion did not even merit a reply as the door was shoved shut once again. You shall not pass might as well have been etched on the timber.

Now you walk past, the cold blue light leaking from underneath the door, evidence of the technology at work inside. You always pause and contemplate what we could be doing. What is it that engrosses us to such a degree that we are preoccupied inside this place nearly every night, from after dinner until late. You gave up trying to stay awake for our eventual appearance in bed.

Now, you awake in the night and find that we have magically appeared beside you, having soundlessly and lightly entered the room and climbed into bed. Occasionally you have debated looking for the key as we slept and trying to access our place of refuge but you have come to fear and dread the backlash from such clandestine behaviour as it as if we sleep with one eye open. We always catch you when you start to play us at our own game, with sneaking about and covert activities.

Truth be told you have no idea what goes on when we indulge in our night life. You may be told we are working or enjoying watching a film in peace, without the interruption of children, animals, telephones or you. There just might be a film on in the background but the only work that is being undertaken is of the plotting kind. We are busy tending to our growing kingdom of admirers as we flick between the first ‘phone, the second ‘phone and the computer.

Technological tendrils radiate away from these devices as we scour the dating sites, pick up the previous evening’s flirtations with someone with an inviting user name and bat back and forth the messages with a new prospect on Facebook. Our inbox bulges with the fruit of our nefarious labours, the computer screen contains an array of different tabs and notifications as the world of social media lights up the monitor. Messages, emoticons and pictures cascade towards us as we drink up this fuel. We reply to text messages, plan arrangements to meet, indulge in sending sexual snares to capture a willing victim and requesting plenty of pictures to send to the hard drive which is attached to the computer.

The heat from these exchanges would readily power the house for a week. You may hear a film but it will not be the latest block buster or some critically acclaimed production. Instead we will be staring glassy eyed at the naked figures which contort for out imagined direction. Our fingers grip the mouse and with each click we delve deeper and deeper into the vast array of pornography, our tastes becoming ever more extreme and dangerous. Some nights we might spend ten seconds watching one piece of footage before our eyes are drawn to a more enthralling thumbnail beneath which we dutifully click on. Then another and another.

We watch everything but see nothing as we flit like a butterfly from one porn site to another, dancing across the categories, inserting our own searches as we seek that elusive hit that satisfies us. Our eyes widen as an e-mail arrives and we immediately open it, delighting in the messages we can see racking up on our ‘phones. We are gorging on flirtation, infidelity and voyeurism.

Like a glutton we cannot get enough as we stuff ourselves with the fuel that flows from so many supply lines. As we do so our thoughts drift to you lying alone, no doubt wondering what we are doing and we allow ourselves a smile as we savour that drop of negative fuel, imagining your discomfort and loneliness.

It begins as an hour after dinner. Then two. Soon external appointments start to be discarded and avoided in order to make a return to the mothership and plug in to all of the waiting admirers in chatrooms, across the internet and in cyberspace. Soon the entire evening is given over to this pursuit and then it bleeds into the early hours until we are still sat wired and fuelled, clicking and surfing as the first rind of dawn can be seen on the horizon. This is our nightlife.
 

Sabrina

Major Ratslayer
This sounds just like my Rat. It’s a good thing I got out when I did. I think married life would have been like this for us. He was addicted to porn and social media. We all know the traits of these narcissistic Tunisian Love Rats....especially those of us who were in online relationships with them. xx

How many times have you stood outside the study door and pressed you ear against the door in the hope of hearing something? Many times I would wager. You press it closer and close your eyes as if shutting off one sense might just aid another. Is that our voice you can hear? It is difficult to tell as the frenetic and anxious beating of your heart causes the blood to roar in your ears and you cannot tell if that is us speaking in a low murmur, the sound of a television or the incessant hum of the technology on the other side of this portal. Are we speaking to someone or is that now the clack of the keyboard as our fingers glide across it?

What is it that we are doing beyond this door? Your hand reaches out to the handle but you know that it is pointless. The door will be locked. It was not long after we began these night time residences in the study that a lock was fitted and you have never seen the key. The room is always locked when we are in it. The room is always locked when we are not in it. You have no access. You once went to find a ladder, determined to peer in through the window and see what lies within. Strange thoughts of witnessing bizarre experiments flicked through your mind, visions of some hybrid beast chained and caged, a monster yet to be unleashed, yet as you looked up you could see that the blinds had been closed. Once again we had out strode you.

Even if a locked door did not bar your access you know that as soon as you began to open the door we would appear at it, face filling the crack, bodyweight behind it preventing you from pushing it open any further, our suspicious face blocking you from seeing what lay within. We soon ushered you away, muttering about having important work to do. You made kind noises, suggesting that we worked too hard and inviting us to allow you ingress so you might massage our shoulders but your suggestion did not even merit a reply as the door was shoved shut once again. You shall not pass might as well have been etched on the timber.

Now you walk past, the cold blue light leaking from underneath the door, evidence of the technology at work inside. You always pause and contemplate what we could be doing. What is it that engrosses us to such a degree that we are preoccupied inside this place nearly every night, from after dinner until late. You gave up trying to stay awake for our eventual appearance in bed.

Now, you awake in the night and find that we have magically appeared beside you, having soundlessly and lightly entered the room and climbed into bed. Occasionally you have debated looking for the key as we slept and trying to access our place of refuge but you have come to fear and dread the backlash from such clandestine behaviour as it as if we sleep with one eye open. We always catch you when you start to play us at our own game, with sneaking about and covert activities.

Truth be told you have no idea what goes on when we indulge in our night life. You may be told we are working or enjoying watching a film in peace, without the interruption of children, animals, telephones or you. There just might be a film on in the background but the only work that is being undertaken is of the plotting kind. We are busy tending to our growing kingdom of admirers as we flick between the first ‘phone, the second ‘phone and the computer.

Technological tendrils radiate away from these devices as we scour the dating sites, pick up the previous evening’s flirtations with someone with an inviting user name and bat back and forth the messages with a new prospect on Facebook. Our inbox bulges with the fruit of our nefarious labours, the computer screen contains an array of different tabs and notifications as the world of social media lights up the monitor. Messages, emoticons and pictures cascade towards us as we drink up this fuel. We reply to text messages, plan arrangements to meet, indulge in sending sexual snares to capture a willing victim and requesting plenty of pictures to send to the hard drive which is attached to the computer.

The heat from these exchanges would readily power the house for a week. You may hear a film but it will not be the latest block buster or some critically acclaimed production. Instead we will be staring glassy eyed at the naked figures which contort for out imagined direction. Our fingers grip the mouse and with each click we delve deeper and deeper into the vast array of pornography, our tastes becoming ever more extreme and dangerous. Some nights we might spend ten seconds watching one piece of footage before our eyes are drawn to a more enthralling thumbnail beneath which we dutifully click on. Then another and another.

We watch everything but see nothing as we flit like a butterfly from one porn site to another, dancing across the categories, inserting our own searches as we seek that elusive hit that satisfies us. Our eyes widen as an e-mail arrives and we immediately open it, delighting in the messages we can see racking up on our ‘phones. We are gorging on flirtation, infidelity and voyeurism.

Like a glutton we cannot get enough as we stuff ourselves with the fuel that flows from so many supply lines. As we do so our thoughts drift to you lying alone, no doubt wondering what we are doing and we allow ourselves a smile as we savour that drop of negative fuel, imagining your discomfort and loneliness.

It begins as an hour after dinner. Then two. Soon external appointments start to be discarded and avoided in order to make a return to the mothership and plug in to all of the waiting admirers in chatrooms, across the internet and in cyberspace. Soon the entire evening is given over to this pursuit and then it bleeds into the early hours until we are still sat wired and fuelled, clicking and surfing as the first rind of dawn can be seen on the horizon. This is our nightlife.
I don’t quite understand how someone could be addicted to porn..ewwww but there are plenty that are
 

confuseddotcom

Major Ratslayer
You may hear a film but it will not be the latest block buster or some critically acclaimed production. Instead we will be staring glassy eyed at the naked figures which contort for out imagined direction. Our fingers grip the mouse and with each click we delve deeper and deeper into the vast array of pornography, our tastes becoming ever more extreme and dangerous. Some nights we might spend ten seconds watching one piece of footage before our eyes are drawn to a more enthralling thumbnail beneath which we dutifully click on. Then another and another.
Loved this bit :D
 

yougogirl75

Major Ratslayer
This sounds just like my Rat. It’s a good thing I got out when I did. I think married life would have been like this for us. He was addicted to porn and social media. We all know the traits of these narcissistic Tunisian Love Rats....especially those of us who were in online relationships with them. xx

How many times have you stood outside the study door and pressed you ear against the door in the hope of hearing something? Many times I would wager. You press it closer and close your eyes as if shutting off one sense might just aid another. Is that our voice you can hear? It is difficult to tell as the frenetic and anxious beating of your heart causes the blood to roar in your ears and you cannot tell if that is us speaking in a low murmur, the sound of a television or the incessant hum of the technology on the other side of this portal. Are we speaking to someone or is that now the clack of the keyboard as our fingers glide across it?

What is it that we are doing beyond this door? Your hand reaches out to the handle but you know that it is pointless. The door will be locked. It was not long after we began these night time residences in the study that a lock was fitted and you have never seen the key. The room is always locked when we are in it. The room is always locked when we are not in it. You have no access. You once went to find a ladder, determined to peer in through the window and see what lies within. Strange thoughts of witnessing bizarre experiments flicked through your mind, visions of some hybrid beast chained and caged, a monster yet to be unleashed, yet as you looked up you could see that the blinds had been closed. Once again we had out strode you.

Even if a locked door did not bar your access you know that as soon as you began to open the door we would appear at it, face filling the crack, bodyweight behind it preventing you from pushing it open any further, our suspicious face blocking you from seeing what lay within. We soon ushered you away, muttering about having important work to do. You made kind noises, suggesting that we worked too hard and inviting us to allow you ingress so you might massage our shoulders but your suggestion did not even merit a reply as the door was shoved shut once again. You shall not pass might as well have been etched on the timber.

Now you walk past, the cold blue light leaking from underneath the door, evidence of the technology at work inside. You always pause and contemplate what we could be doing. What is it that engrosses us to such a degree that we are preoccupied inside this place nearly every night, from after dinner until late. You gave up trying to stay awake for our eventual appearance in bed.

Now, you awake in the night and find that we have magically appeared beside you, having soundlessly and lightly entered the room and climbed into bed. Occasionally you have debated looking for the key as we slept and trying to access our place of refuge but you have come to fear and dread the backlash from such clandestine behaviour as it as if we sleep with one eye open. We always catch you when you start to play us at our own game, with sneaking about and covert activities.

Truth be told you have no idea what goes on when we indulge in our night life. You may be told we are working or enjoying watching a film in peace, without the interruption of children, animals, telephones or you. There just might be a film on in the background but the only work that is being undertaken is of the plotting kind. We are busy tending to our growing kingdom of admirers as we flick between the first ‘phone, the second ‘phone and the computer.

Technological tendrils radiate away from these devices as we scour the dating sites, pick up the previous evening’s flirtations with someone with an inviting user name and bat back and forth the messages with a new prospect on Facebook. Our inbox bulges with the fruit of our nefarious labours, the computer screen contains an array of different tabs and notifications as the world of social media lights up the monitor. Messages, emoticons and pictures cascade towards us as we drink up this fuel. We reply to text messages, plan arrangements to meet, indulge in sending sexual snares to capture a willing victim and requesting plenty of pictures to send to the hard drive which is attached to the computer.

The heat from these exchanges would readily power the house for a week. You may hear a film but it will not be the latest block buster or some critically acclaimed production. Instead we will be staring glassy eyed at the naked figures which contort for out imagined direction. Our fingers grip the mouse and with each click we delve deeper and deeper into the vast array of pornography, our tastes becoming ever more extreme and dangerous. Some nights we might spend ten seconds watching one piece of footage before our eyes are drawn to a more enthralling thumbnail beneath which we dutifully click on. Then another and another.

We watch everything but see nothing as we flit like a butterfly from one porn site to another, dancing across the categories, inserting our own searches as we seek that elusive hit that satisfies us. Our eyes widen as an e-mail arrives and we immediately open it, delighting in the messages we can see racking up on our ‘phones. We are gorging on flirtation, infidelity and voyeurism.

Like a glutton we cannot get enough as we stuff ourselves with the fuel that flows from so many supply lines. As we do so our thoughts drift to you lying alone, no doubt wondering what we are doing and we allow ourselves a smile as we savour that drop of negative fuel, imagining your discomfort and loneliness.

It begins as an hour after dinner. Then two. Soon external appointments start to be discarded and avoided in order to make a return to the mothership and plug in to all of the waiting admirers in chatrooms, across the internet and in cyberspace. Soon the entire evening is given over to this pursuit and then it bleeds into the early hours until we are still sat wired and fuelled, clicking and surfing as the first rind of dawn can be seen on the horizon. This is our nightlife.
It is also the type of porn that the rats watch, hardcore porn that degrades the woman.
Of course the rats feel powerful being in control, sadistic and cruel in the treatment of their victims by their actions!
All they think of is instant gratification and constant supply and stimulation.
No feelings attached, just one woman in and another out.
Well you could say this happens all over the world but the Tunisian rats are an exceptional at deception!
They think of a woman as a thing to use, normal feelings of love are absent from the rats minds.
Their hearts are devoid of any notion of love, only to conquer and destroy the woman.
Laughing between their rat friends, sharing images and videos.
Nothing is private with the rats, its all out for show.
Sending dirty message out to women they don't know, taking her pics and using them on the internet
without her knowledge.
Marriage is not sacred to the rats, watching violent hard core porn makes them feel they can do that to their wives.
Marital rape is the next step up for the married Tunisian rat, the rat you thought would never hurt you that bad!
Now they think in their warped minds this is love and they have a license to do as they please!
Sorry, it is just so sad how the rats think!!
This is the dark side of social media, internet and technology and the rats have taken advantage of every corner of the deep dark web.
If only the rats could see themselves in a mirror and look at how evil they are!
Their minds are always thinking on how to totally destroy a woman, body and spirit!
 
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Jane

Major Ratslayer
This sounds just like my Rat. It’s a good thing I got out when I did. I think married life would have been like this for us. He was addicted to porn and social media. We all know the traits of these narcissistic Tunisian Love Rats....especially those of us who were in online relationships with them. xx

How many times have you stood outside the study door and pressed you ear against the door in the hope of hearing something? Many times I would wager. You press it closer and close your eyes as if shutting off one sense might just aid another. Is that our voice you can hear? It is difficult to tell as the frenetic and anxious beating of your heart causes the blood to roar in your ears and you cannot tell if that is us speaking in a low murmur, the sound of a television or the incessant hum of the technology on the other side of this portal. Are we speaking to someone or is that now the clack of the keyboard as our fingers glide across it?

What is it that we are doing beyond this door? Your hand reaches out to the handle but you know that it is pointless. The door will be locked. It was not long after we began these night time residences in the study that a lock was fitted and you have never seen the key. The room is always locked when we are in it. The room is always locked when we are not in it. You have no access. You once went to find a ladder, determined to peer in through the window and see what lies within. Strange thoughts of witnessing bizarre experiments flicked through your mind, visions of some hybrid beast chained and caged, a monster yet to be unleashed, yet as you looked up you could see that the blinds had been closed. Once again we had out strode you.

Even if a locked door did not bar your access you know that as soon as you began to open the door we would appear at it, face filling the crack, bodyweight behind it preventing you from pushing it open any further, our suspicious face blocking you from seeing what lay within. We soon ushered you away, muttering about having important work to do. You made kind noises, suggesting that we worked too hard and inviting us to allow you ingress so you might massage our shoulders but your suggestion did not even merit a reply as the door was shoved shut once again. You shall not pass might as well have been etched on the timber.

Now you walk past, the cold blue light leaking from underneath the door, evidence of the technology at work inside. You always pause and contemplate what we could be doing. What is it that engrosses us to such a degree that we are preoccupied inside this place nearly every night, from after dinner until late. You gave up trying to stay awake for our eventual appearance in bed.

Now, you awake in the night and find that we have magically appeared beside you, having soundlessly and lightly entered the room and climbed into bed. Occasionally you have debated looking for the key as we slept and trying to access our place of refuge but you have come to fear and dread the backlash from such clandestine behaviour as it as if we sleep with one eye open. We always catch you when you start to play us at our own game, with sneaking about and covert activities.

Truth be told you have no idea what goes on when we indulge in our night life. You may be told we are working or enjoying watching a film in peace, without the interruption of children, animals, telephones or you. There just might be a film on in the background but the only work that is being undertaken is of the plotting kind. We are busy tending to our growing kingdom of admirers as we flick between the first ‘phone, the second ‘phone and the computer.

Technological tendrils radiate away from these devices as we scour the dating sites, pick up the previous evening’s flirtations with someone with an inviting user name and bat back and forth the messages with a new prospect on Facebook. Our inbox bulges with the fruit of our nefarious labours, the computer screen contains an array of different tabs and notifications as the world of social media lights up the monitor. Messages, emoticons and pictures cascade towards us as we drink up this fuel. We reply to text messages, plan arrangements to meet, indulge in sending sexual snares to capture a willing victim and requesting plenty of pictures to send to the hard drive which is attached to the computer.

The heat from these exchanges would readily power the house for a week. You may hear a film but it will not be the latest block buster or some critically acclaimed production. Instead we will be staring glassy eyed at the naked figures which contort for out imagined direction. Our fingers grip the mouse and with each click we delve deeper and deeper into the vast array of pornography, our tastes becoming ever more extreme and dangerous. Some nights we might spend ten seconds watching one piece of footage before our eyes are drawn to a more enthralling thumbnail beneath which we dutifully click on. Then another and another.

We watch everything but see nothing as we flit like a butterfly from one porn site to another, dancing across the categories, inserting our own searches as we seek that elusive hit that satisfies us. Our eyes widen as an e-mail arrives and we immediately open it, delighting in the messages we can see racking up on our ‘phones. We are gorging on flirtation, infidelity and voyeurism.

Like a glutton we cannot get enough as we stuff ourselves with the fuel that flows from so many supply lines. As we do so our thoughts drift to you lying alone, no doubt wondering what we are doing and we allow ourselves a smile as we savour that drop of negative fuel, imagining your discomfort and loneliness.

It begins as an hour after dinner. Then two. Soon external appointments start to be discarded and avoided in order to make a return to the mothership and plug in to all of the waiting admirers in chatrooms, across the internet and in cyberspace. Soon the entire evening is given over to this pursuit and then it bleeds into the early hours until we are still sat wired and fuelled, clicking and surfing as the first rind of dawn can be seen on the horizon. This is our nightlife.
Wow... very well written and describes it brilliantly
You should write a book about Rattery, Scottish Lassey!
 

yougogirl75

Major Ratslayer
Just thank God that some of you could get away from it and not marry the rat!
If the experience is bad enough before a sham marriage to a rat with the sex part there is so much more, can you imagine it after!
I could write a book about that for sure!
I think I have said all I need to say!
Wish you all the best, it does me no good to dwell on what happened to me.
I wish I could have gotten justice for such a sneaky devious rat!
I am safe here where I am anyways where he can't touch me, but he has still
done a smear campaign on me even now!
But hey I moved on, sought help and I have tried to help others on here
telling my experience with a Tunisian rat.
When the rat spies on me here, he gets to laugh at my pain because that's how he loves it!
So I wish everyone the best on here!
 
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Starlight

Major Ratslayer
The sex part is depraved in every way possible
Involves in the porn site!!! dark side !!!! nothing sacred gets away anything with a hole they will sex with human or none human
The depravity is bordering on an extreme mental illness
I will not go into details but I thought love making was the most beautiful romantic treasure in life
How was I to know that love making was so depraved and had me in tears locking myself in the bathroom for hours siting under the shower full off wtf just happened my head in a spin in floods off tears!!!
I dont drink or smoke so it had nothing to do with that only the rats warped sense off sex and warped view off women as a whole !!!!
My view off love making is no more trust no more they think all ur body belongs to them to do as they wish and u should never resist or refuse
The rat ruined my future my happiness my out look on life!!!
Please walk away i beg u all with all my heart infact run thats all I have to say xxxxxxxxxxx
 

Starlight

Major Ratslayer
Just thank God that some of you could get away from it and not marry the rat!
If the experience is bad enough before a sham marriage to a rat with the sex part there is so much more, can you imagine it after!
I could write a book about that for sure!
I think I have said all I need to say!
Wish you all the best, it does me no good to dwell on what happened to me.
I wish I could have gotten justice for such a sneaky devious rat!
I am safe here where I am anyways where he can't touch me, but he has still
done a smear campaign on me even now!
But hey I moved on, sought help and I have tried to help others on here
telling my experience with a Tunisian rat.
When the rat spies on me here, he gets to laugh at my pain because that's how he loves it!
So I wish everyone the best on here!
Show him your happy not in pain that will anger him when he sees u happy !!! F#### them all !!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

yougogirl75

Major Ratslayer
Show him your happy not in pain that will anger him when he sees u happy !!! F#### them all !!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am happy that I am here and there is nothing like being in peace.
Time is a great healer, I am not going to lie, it has affected me.
One thing I want to point out is how my ex-rat would give out a maniacal kind of laugh
after seeing me in pain.
I came for a vacation 3 times, I invested time, effort and money and yet I felt like I was in a prison
and the ex-rat was the warden!
My walls are up now, well protected from the ex-rat.
There is nothing more he can do and that my friends is THE END!
 

Scottish Lassie

Major Ratslayer
I am happy that I am here and there is nothing like being in peace.
Time is a great healer, I am not going to lie, it has affected me.
One thing I want to point out is how my ex-rat would give out a maniacal kind of laugh
after seeing me in pain.
I came for a vacation 3 times, I invested time, effort and money and yet I felt like I was in a prison
and the ex-rat was the warden!
My walls are up now, well protected from the ex-rat.
There is nothing more he can do and that my friends is THE END!
Good for you @yougogirl I thank The Lord every day that I never met my Rat in person. He messed with my mind through online interaction alone. The power they have over us is scary and in the beginning they can do no wrong in our eyes. Those rose tinted glasses are firmly super-glued to our faces and nobody can remove them...be that our family, our friends, our colleagues and closest confidants. I didn’t tell my family about my Rat. I wasn’t sure how they would react...especially given the 17 year age gap. That was totally against what I would normally do. The lovebombing brainwashed me. I was initially heartbroken when I could see he had finally accepted that I wasn’t going to be his gravy-train by giving him what he desired most....a visa to live in the U.K....and then he wandered off to pastures new to find another victim. It was difficult in the beginning and letting go wasn’t easy. I don’t even want to imagine how it would have been has we been physically together. Time is definitely a great healer and the more I read on here the stronger I became. I no longer had to deal with the ghosting, silent treatment, blame-game (as nothing was ever his fault) and the dark side to him. He seemed so perfect in the beginning and I hate that I allowed him to affect me the way he did. It must have been a lot worse for you having spent time with him in person...and seeing his true self. But at least you are stronger and have learnt from the experience. I would love to think that the right man will come into your life one day....and that you will be loved and treated the way you deserve. Like you I have my own walls up. Because of my Rat I have no faith in love and no desire to be in a relationship with anyone. I turn 50 next month and am happy to be single...and can’t imagine giving my heart to another man. My Rat put me completely off men. Perhaps some may say I now live in a prison cell in my mind and heart...but to me I am free and I too am at peace. That’s all I need. xxx
 

Scottish Lassie

Major Ratslayer
I don’t quite understand how someone could be addicted to porn..ewwww but there are plenty that are
Sadly that is true @Sabrina I can’t understand how someone could become addicted to something so repulsive. I hate watching movies with heavy kissing scenes...never mind lovemaking scenes. I literally close my eyes when there are lovey-dovey scenes. They make me cringe. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like watching porn...especially the type these rats seem to be addicted to. The more perverse the more enjoyable it seems. During my devaluation when the rose tinted glasses had completely fallen off my rat was very explicit about his Porn fetishes and it was quite horrifying. So glad I never ended up in that horror house. Heaven only knows what sick fantasies he may have tried to get me to live out. Probably his most sickening fantasy (which I’d like to think he would never have considered carrying out) was of him raping his mum and sister. He was totally messed up in his head. My heart goes out to his wife. The day will eventually arrive when she will see the monster behind the mask. So sad. xx
 

Scottish Lassie

Major Ratslayer
It is also the type of porn that the rats watch, hardcore porn that degrades the woman.
Of course the rats feel powerful being in control, sadistic and cruel in the treatment of their victims by their actions!
All they think of is instant gratification and constant supply and stimulation.
No feelings attached, just one woman in and another out.
Well you could say this happens all over the world but the Tunisian rats are an exceptional at deception!
They think of a woman as a thing to use, normal feelings of love are absent from the rats minds.
Their hearts are devoid of any notion of love, only to conquer and destroy the woman.
Laughing between their rat friends, sharing images and videos.
Nothing is private with the rats, its all out for show.
Sending dirty message out to women they don't know, taking her pics and using them on the internet
without her knowledge.
Marriage is not sacred to the rats, watching violent hard core porn makes them feel they can do that to their wives.
Marital rape is the next step up for the married Tunisian rat, the rat you thought would never hurt you that bad!
Now they think in their warped minds this is love and they have a license to do as they please!
Sorry, it is just so sad how the rats think!!
This is the dark side of social media, internet and technology and the rats have taken advantage of every corner of the deep dark web.
If only the rats could see themselves in a mirror and look at how evil they are!
Their minds are always thinking on how to totally destroy a woman, body and spirit!
This is so true @yougogirl75 These rats live in a sick and very warped world. I wouldn’t put marital rape past them...especially given the degrading and extremely sick porn they watch and become addicted to. To force their wives (or girlfriends for that matter) to live out their sickening fantasies is simply horrific. If my rat had ever ended up in a real life relationship with me I honestly don’t know how I would have handled him try to make his sick fantasies a reality. I think of it now and say that I would have told him exactly where to go...but I’m glad I never got the chance to find out. Those wives who are raped by their rats are true prisoners....many probably not able to get out of it because there is nowhere else for them to go and others probably make excuses for the behaviour and believe that their rat will change for the better one day. Fat chance. These Tunisian rats are real charmers and know exactly what to say to make you feel like a Queen...but it’s all a lie! I often wonder how they found their victims before the internet and social media were around. I guess many tried to charm holidaymakers. Now it’s too easy with social media...a click of their mouse and an entire world of possible victims open up to them. You can bet your bottom dollar I will never be visiting Tunisia. I’d be happier holidaying at home in my backyard. Once bitten twice shy. No more narcissistic, porn addicted rats for me! xx
 

Sabrina

Major Ratslayer
I am happy that I am here and there is nothing like being in peace.
Time is a great healer, I am not going to lie, it has affected me.
One thing I want to point out is how my ex-rat would give out a maniacal kind of laugh
after seeing me in pain.
I came for a vacation 3 times, I invested time, effort and money and yet I felt like I was in a prison
and the ex-rat was the warden!
My walls are up now, well protected from the ex-rat.
There is nothing more he can do and that my friends is THE END!
Glad you’re here and away from him! It will get better and better!
 

Scottish Lassie

Major Ratslayer
Wow... very well written and describes it brilliantly
You should write a book about Rattery, Scottish Lassey!
Aaaaw! I would love to take the credit @Jane but this is not my work. Having said that I do enjoy writing and have since I was a child. Perhaps one day I will write a book about my personal experiences with my rat as a warning to other women finding themselves entangled in their web. I think many of your stories (ladies on this site) would make more compelling reading as my story and experience is nothing compared to some. I’ll let you know if I get that book written. I’ll ask the ladies to give a critique first before submission. xx
 

Scottish Lassie

Major Ratslayer
I think I’ve heard it all now. Messed up doesn’t even start to describe what this man is.
He truly wasn’t normal...and yet he looks so angelic. No wonder his wife was taken in by his charm...just as I was. Serves me right for not being careful about the people I befriend on Facebook. That won’t be happening again. I’ve learnt my lesson...and it was a hard one. If nothing else I’ve learned never to judge a book by its cover. xx
 

SouthernGirl

Major Ratslayer
This is so true @yougogirl75 These rats live in a sick and very warped world. I wouldn’t put marital rape past them...especially given the degrading and extremely sick porn they watch and become addicted to. To force their wives (or girlfriends for that matter) to live out their sickening fantasies is simply horrific. If my rat had ever ended up in a real life relationship with me I honestly don’t know how I would have handled him try to make his sick fantasies a reality. I think of it now and say that I would have told him exactly where to go...but I’m glad I never got the chance to find out. Those wives who are raped by their rats are true prisoners....many probably not able to get out of it because there is nowhere else for them to go and others probably make excuses for the behaviour and believe that their rat will change for the better one day. Fat chance. These Tunisian rats are real charmers and know exactly what to say to make you feel like a Queen...but it’s all a lie! I often wonder how they found their victims before the internet and social media were around. I guess many tried to charm holidaymakers. Now it’s too easy with social media...a click of their mouse and an entire world of possible victims open up to them. You can bet your bottom dollar I will never be visiting Tunisia. I’d be happier holidaying at home in my backyard. Once bitten twice shy. No more narcissistic, porn addicted rats for me! xx
I too feel for the poor Tunisians wives married to these perverted pigs. I can’t imagine the nightmare it must be to live and share a bed with them every night. Be forced to do sickening things, that kills your spirit. They must be empty inside and feel gross and have no more self esteem left. And the innocent children who are born from these unions and who live in this atmosphere. Poor women, poor kids.

@Scottish Lassie, I’m so glad you never met this sick psycho in person. You have a Happy Birthday next month and you enjoy yourself!
 
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Sabrina

Major Ratslayer
I too feel for the poor Tunisians wives married to these perverted pigs. I can’t imagine the nightmare it must be to live and share a bed with them every night. Be forced to do sickening things, that kills your spirit. They must be empty inside and feel gross and have no more self esteem left. And the innocent children who are born from these unions and who live in this atmosphere. Poor women, poor kids.

@Scottish Lassie, I’m so glad you never met this sick psycho in person. You have a Happy Birthday next month and you enjoy yourself!
True what a blessing not to have met him in person and get attached more! I have to say mine was a saint compared to so many I read about here! But even an internet relationship can be so head strong and heart strong, it’s just unreal how they can do the things they do ! And so many of us didn’t talk about our rats to our every day friends so yes it’s great to come here and be able to express and someone can relate to our situation!
 

Sabrina

Major Ratslayer
He truly wasn’t normal...and yet he looks so angelic. No wonder his wife was taken in by his charm...just as I was. Serves me right for not being careful about the people I befriend on Facebook. That won’t be happening again. I’ve learnt my lesson...and it was a hard one. If nothing else I’ve learned never to judge a book by its cover. xx
I don’t think anyone of us knew this would happen ...who would?? Just accepting a friend request especially then I got on fb 2014 I didn’t have a clue manipulators like this existed on there yeah I guess it was a little naive too.. live and learn
 

Peacock

Major Ratslayer
Aaaaw! I would love to take the credit @Jane but this is not my work. Having said that I do enjoy writing and have since I was a child. Perhaps one day I will write a book about my personal experiences with my rat as a warning to other women finding themselves entangled in their web. I think many of your stories (ladies on this site) would make more compelling reading as my story and experience is nothing compared to some. I’ll let you know if I get that book written. I’ll ask the ladies to give a critique first before submission. xx
Thankfully your story and experience is nothing compared to what some went through. Thankfully, you never met him otherwise your story would have been absolutely horrendous. He really is a very sick perverted b*****d. I dread to think what his poor wife is having to endure. You really did have a lucky escape. Hopefully his fantasies just remain in his head.
 

Sabrina

Major Ratslayer
Good for you @yougogirl I thank The Lord every day that I never met my Rat in person. He messed with my mind through online interaction alone. The power they have over us is scary and in the beginning they can do no wrong in our eyes. Those rose tinted glasses are firmly super-glued to our faces and nobody can remove them...be that our family, our friends, our colleagues and closest confidants. I didn’t tell my family about my Rat. I wasn’t sure how they would react...especially given the 17 year age gap. That was totally against what I would normally do. The lovebombing brainwashed me. I was initially heartbroken when I could see he had finally accepted that I wasn’t going to be his gravy-train by giving him what he desired most....a visa to live in the U.K....and then he wandered off to pastures new to find another victim. It was difficult in the beginning and letting go wasn’t easy. I don’t even want to imagine how it would have been has we been physically together. Time is definitely a great healer and the more I read on here the stronger I became. I no longer had to deal with the ghosting, silent treatment, blame-game (as nothing was ever his fault) and the dark side to him. He seemed so perfect in the beginning and I hate that I allowed him to affect me the way he did. It must have been a lot worse for you having spent time with him in person...and seeing his true self. But at least you are stronger and have learnt from the experience. I would love to think that the right man will come into your life one day....and that you will be loved and treated the way you deserve. Like you I have my own walls up. Because of my Rat I have no faith in love and no desire to be in a relationship with anyone. I turn 50 next month and am happy to be single...and can’t imagine giving my heart to another man. My Rat put me completely off men. Perhaps some may say I now live in a prison cell in my mind and heart...but to me I am free and I too am at peace. That’s all I need. xxx
I’m so sorry he turned you off of the idea of falling in love! You deserve someone to treat you like a queen! These rats wouldn’t know love if it bit them on the butt they are not made that way yours was very perverted I can only feel bad for his wife but so glad you escaped and was strong enough to not be his bank! But it feels good to be at peace
 

confuseddotcom

Major Ratslayer
Good for you @yougogirl I thank The Lord every day that I never met my Rat in person. He messed with my mind through online interaction alone. The power they have over us is scary and in the beginning they can do no wrong in our eyes. Those rose tinted glasses are firmly super-glued to our faces and nobody can remove them...be that our family, our friends, our colleagues and closest confidants. I didn’t tell my family about my Rat. I wasn’t sure how they would react...especially given the 17 year age gap. That was totally against what I would normally do. The lovebombing brainwashed me. I was initially heartbroken when I could see he had finally accepted that I wasn’t going to be his gravy-train by giving him what he desired most....a visa to live in the U.K....and then he wandered off to pastures new to find another victim. It was difficult in the beginning and letting go wasn’t easy. I don’t even want to imagine how it would have been has we been physically together. Time is definitely a great healer and the more I read on here the stronger I became. I no longer had to deal with the ghosting, silent treatment, blame-game (as nothing was ever his fault) and the dark side to him. He seemed so perfect in the beginning and I hate that I allowed him to affect me the way he did. It must have been a lot worse for you having spent time with him in person...and seeing his true self. But at least you are stronger and have learnt from the experience. I would love to think that the right man will come into your life one day....and that you will be loved and treated the way you deserve. Like you I have my own walls up. Because of my Rat I have no faith in love and no desire to be in a relationship with anyone. I turn 50 next month and am happy to be single...and can’t imagine giving my heart to another man. My Rat put me completely off men. Perhaps some may say I now live in a prison cell in my mind and heart...but to me I am free and I too am at peace. That’s all I need. xxx
Yeah I’ve had some dodgy relationships in the past and moved on pretty quickly but these rat experiences are like no other. I think it’s because they’re so calculating. Like there’s a bad intention behind every little thing that they do, even the things that seem harmless. They have it all mapped out. And unlike other guys they’re very full on so they get inside your head. They make you feel like you’ve met “the one” so you actually take yourself off the market.

But it’s great that we can all connect with each other here because no one else really understands. I think we just need a little time to heal. We are not broken and we will love again. Just as Jesus has risen so will we!
 

confuseddotcom

Major Ratslayer
And this is another reason why “harmless” trips to Tunisia or gigolo hotspots shouldn’t be taken lightly, or “seeing how things go”. These men are not your typical boyfriend experience, they are capable of serious emotional (and often physical) harm. We’re all strong ladies on here so if it’s affected us then don’t think you’ll be the lucky one :(
 

yougogirl75

Major Ratslayer
Yeah I’ve had some dodgy relationships in the past and moved on pretty quickly but these rat experiences are like no other. I think it’s because they’re so calculating. Like there’s a bad intention behind every little thing that they do, even the things that seem harmless. They have it all mapped out. And unlike other guys they’re very full on so they get inside your head. They make you feel like you’ve met “the one” so you actually take yourself off the market.

But it’s great that we can all connect with each other here because no one else really understands. I think we just need a little time to heal. We are not broken and we will love again. Just as Jesus has risen so will we!
Exactly, my ex-rat would lie about everything even with what I can see with my own eyes, and just bold facedly say I did not see it.
No I exactly saw, heard and remembered it exactly as it was to be taken.
Seriously, the rats are so evil in the deception of their victims!
I did not misinterpret anything, it was jaw dropping to say the least.
the thing about screenshots and messages you can never take it back, it's all there to dispute the rats claims of innocence
 
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confuseddotcom

Major Ratslayer
Exactly, my ex-rat would lie about everything even with what I can see with my own eyes, and just bold facedly say I did not see it.
No I exactly saw, heard and remembered it exactly as it was to be taken.
Seriously, the rats are so evil in the deception of their victims!
I did not misinterpret anything, it was jaw dropping to say the least.
the thing about screenshots and messages you can never take it back, it's all there to dispute the rats claims of innocence
For me it was looking back at correspondence and seeing the missing link lol you just know something’s not right. There’s no genuine bond, just very superficial interaction then they’ll drop the old money bomb every now and then. I think it’s easy to get caught in the moment, there’s that adrenaline rush when talking to a guy you like that clouds your judgment
 

yougogirl75

Major Ratslayer
For me it was looking back at correspondence and seeing the missing link lol you just know something’s not right. There’s no genuine bond, just very superficial interaction then they’ll drop the old money bomb every now and then. I think it’s easy to get caught in the moment, there’s that adrenaline rush when talking to a guy you like that clouds your judgment
Well the genuine bond is worst because what I had seen has shattered my trust and then the rat moved on to crazy making as if I was making up stories.
The naked images, the messages between another and himself very shattering to someone who came a long way to make an investment in a relationship with the rat. He explained it as weak moment when he needed money and I did not give it. IF that were me he would seek revenge and never stop talking about it. Sad how everything the rats do is swept under the table like nothing happened!
Every time I left the relationship, he started digging for information about me to use against me
I mean he was just stringing me along while he had others.
After awhile I looked elsewhere, of course it was after a lengthy time of silent treatments.
After this last time that was it for me!
Of course its all one-sided, the rats are the only ones allowed to move on!

It took 2 weeks for the rat to start talking about money after meeting him online, only $50 he says hmmm LOL
 
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confuseddotcom

Major Ratslayer
Well the genuine bond is worst because what I had seen has shattered my trust and then the rat moved on to crazy making as if I was making up stories.
The naked images, the messages between another and himself very shattering to someone who came a long way to make an investment in a relationship with the rat. He explained it as weak moment when he needed money and I did not give it. IF that were me he would seek revenge and never stop talking about it. Sad how everything the rats do is swept under the table like nothing happened!
Every time I left the relationship, he started digging for information about me to use against me
I mean he was just stringing me along while he had others.
After awhile I looked elsewhere, of course it was after a lengthy time of silent treatments.
After this last time that was it for me!
Of course its all one-sided, the rats are the only ones allowed to move on!

It took 2 weeks for the rat to start talking about money after meeting him online, only $50 he says hmmm LOL
Ugh yeah they always add “only” to it, it’s only £5000 LOL as if their musty a*ses would know would to do with $50. Nothing but salesmen. As for the cheating yeah they’ll use every excuse in the book, gaslighting you name it. I had one Egyptian man tell me that us women have white hearts so we forgive more easily than men. Well I must be a feckin man then lol.
 
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