This morning began like something from a postcard—white flowers in hand, a peaceful stroll to the post office, a quiet coffee watching the world go by. My day was calm. My soul, lighter than it’s been in a long time. Healing is a journey, and I truly believed I was getting there.
Until I walked into the doctor’s surgery.
There he was.
Mask on, feigning illness—again. This is a man who has claimed for months that he is dying. The same man who has played in padel tournaments across the coast without a hint of struggle. No mask, no sign of suffering when it’s game time. But when accountability looms, suddenly he’s too sick to fulfill his community service.
It’s not just the hypocrisy that hit me—it’s the arrogance. The audacity. The calculated deceit. And worst of all, the complete disregard for the restraining order that is meant to protect me.
He saw me. He knew the law. And he chose to stay.
My blood pressure soared—off the scale. My body went into fight-or-flight. I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t ready. I thought I was further along in my healing, and yet here I was, trembling, breathless, blindsided by the trauma of his presence. A very real, physiological response. You can’t fake that.
But here’s what I can do.
I can speak the truth.
I can bring the photos of him playing padel. I can bring the doctors’ records. I can bring witness statements and video evidence. And I will go to the Guardia Civil, again. Because violating a restraining order is not just a breach of law—it is a reminder that some people will stop at nothing to maintain control, even if it’s by pretending to be sick, helpless, or a victim.
He should have left. He knew he should have left. And the fact that he stayed says everything.
To anyone out there who has had their reality twisted, who has been gaslit into questioning what they see, feel, and know—this is your reminder: trust yourself.
Your body doesn’t lie. Your intuition isn’t broken. And no matter how many masks they wear in public, the truth always comes out eventually.
To the manipulators: your performance might fool a few, but the curtain always falls.
And when it does, we’ll still be standing—stronger, wiser, and no longer afraid.
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#HealingIsntLinear
#BelieveSurvivors
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I admire your strength, Linda… I think I would have run!
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I was in a public place and reassured by the doctor that I was safe, they took me into their surgery and took may blood pressure which doesnt lie! It was like staring at the devil himself.
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I can imagine, for I have experienced something like that myself…
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