Sunday. June 9, 2019:
I was supposed to get married today. Instead, four months ago, I found out the truth and ended the engagement. And for four months, I’ve felt the worst grief, pain, devastation and betrayal that I’ve ever known. My entire world changed and I questioned everything I thought was real. Every day I hope that the lows don’t get lower.
Despite my suffering, I know for a fact that this is for the best. I know that there’s nothing more true than when people say I dodged a bullet, even though I had to take one to the heart to dodge the one coming for my head. And I thank God that I found out before the wedding, before kids, before anything legally binding me to this person. But when someone breaks you, and you’re shattered into a million pieces, the feelings can seem stronger than the facts.
I let him run the narrative of my life and our relationship publicly because I trusted him, as my best friend and partner. I silenced myself to let him shine, and he used me to create content for his public image, the character of Jozen Cummings. I know he will have another story to tell, he’ll turn this into an on-brand and right-on-time post about vulnerability, making mistakes, going to therapy, going to church, mental health, facing his issues, learning from it; and it will be partially true, but not authentic. He’s a masterful and manipulative storyteller. He does nothing better than make you feel exactly how he wants you to feel about him. I went back to some of his blog posts and it made me want to take a highlighter to my screen and annotate all the misogyny, delusion, all the half-truths he used to cover up much deeper lies about himself.
It makes me sick, now that I know the truth, to see him out here on dates just days before he was supposed to get married, or smiling and laughing at media events he has no actual reason to attend. After everything I’ve learned and how intimately I knew him over the course of five years, that a man can carry such demons deep, deep down in his psyche and not realize how much they have manifested themselves into his life, it’s sociopathic and terrifying.
I don’t want to dive into all of his issues that, in retrospect, I should have seen more clearly. Red flags I should not have dismissed just because he was waving them in front of me, daring me to look, pretending he was aware of his true faults. Now I know what’s fake, and how deep it goes, how wide it spreads, how incestuous and unhealthy so many of his close relations are, what he hides on social media (even though it looks like he shares everything, the digital persona is highly curated), how unqualified he is for so many platforms he has access to. Trust me when I say the last two things on this earth he should have authority to speak on are relationships - at least successful ones - or anything on behalf of black men.
So here’s my little blog post: I Almost Got Married - the truth serum, the antidote to the narcissist’s narrative, exposing the toxic Until I Get Married myth and the fraud tactics of the man behind it.
I’m finally ready to start sharing my story. Here is some of what I learned on the day I canceled the wedding and kicked him out of our home. For all of us who thought Jozen was a good guy living honestly and openly sharing with the world, for anyone who supported our relationship and was rooting for us, for anyone who thought this was the perfect start to creating life with someone, you were wrong. He’s been lying to all of us.
Saturday. February 9, 2019:
We both went out the night before separately, and both came home around 2am. I let myself sleep in. He comes in around 10 am to cheerfully jump on the bed and kiss me awake. Meanwhile, he’s been texting all morning with the woman he had sex with the night before.
In the texts below, he’s gently encouraging her to take a Plan B. He also tells her that we’re separated and that he wants to see her again while I’m away for work next week. That morning, he also sent texts to a different woman to meet up with her the next day. They both live in Brooklyn.
It’s 130 days until the wedding.
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