Hating Hunter /Halloween

Yesterday was Halloween, and my husband went missing for a few hours. There I was, decorating the front windows with orange candles and putting candy in a festive bowl and wondering where he was. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday, but yesterday it occured to me that this is the day everyone dresses up in some fantastic outfit and takes on a new identity, but for my husband, every day is Halloween. By that I mean every day he dresses like a normal person and has a normal person identity, but underneath…it’s scary time. Hello, deviance, hiding there under the normal-man mask.

Here in Psychological Unhealthyville, I am also spending a lot of time hating Hunter Biden. I’ve been unable to stop watching the slow train wreck of his unraveling, because it is (to me) a recounting of the whole SA/narcissist phenomenon, including a speeded up version of trickle discovery, and worst of all, family and society colluding with an abuser:

Background: Hunter is kicked out of the military after testing positive for cocaine. Then abandons a rental car containing his meth pipe, his ID, and an “unidentfied white powder.” Worse to come.

1. While married, begins an affair with his dead brother’s widow.

2. Wife divorces him and notes multiple other women and prostitutes, for years.

3. Widow discovers his sexual abuse of her 14 year old daughter, his own NIECE.

4. Cue up the flying monkeys. Widow accuses Hunter of sexual exploitation of daughter (and grandma notes concerns) yet family mobilizes with Hunter to demonize the widow, and “shove the accusations down her fucking throat.”

5. Hunter abandons his laptop at a repair shop; which becomes legal property of the shop owner, who finds child porn with the former VP’s son, and fearing for his life, releases it to the FBI after making a backup. FBI does nothing, so he releases another copy to a public prosecutor.

6. Hunter’s lawyer demands the laptop back, in writing.

7. Screen shots, photos and email start to appear, showing Hunter passed out with a crack pipe in his mouth, sleeping next to a minor, and naked in a room with a minor. Email shows Hunter’s outrage at the sexual abuse accusations …at the same time he had photos of it on his laptop. Hello, gaslighting!

8. Family claims it is all a “smear.” Major media blacks out information.

9. More pictures surface, showing Hunter masturbating to porn, at orgies, having sex with a woman tattooed with a mark designating that she is a sex slave, sashaying around a pool wearing a fancy scarf and thong-like underwear that expose his ass and genitals.

10. Family claims it is all a smear.

11. Screen shots, email and location tags show Hunter ordering a prostitute, watching rape videos with the prostitute on his phone, and showing her a picture of the minor child.

12. Family declares Hunter is an honorable man.

How many wives of sexual socipaths are watching this whole thing unfold and reliving their own experiences of tripartite betrayal: betrayal by a man you loved, betrayal by the experts, betrayal by society? And in this case, betrayal by family and protection of the sociopath, even one who has descended into hell and abused a child.

The actions are so ugly, and the cover up is worse. And it seems to be accelerating in our society. All those Hollywood people claiming they didn’t know Harvey Weinstein was raping girls left and right, even though it was an open secret and Hollywood “joke”. And Jeffrey Epstein, getting a slap on the wrist after raping girls as young as 12, for decades. Now family and media covering up for sexual sociopath Hunter Biden.

I keep expecting Hunter to be dragged off for SA rehab. But possibly he is too radioactive, even for them. Because when he re-offends (OOOOPS, I mean “slips”) it will publicize the absolute fraud that is their recovery program. That is EVERY recovery program.

It is interesting and horrifying to watch a sexual sociopath unravel at a distance. I am so close to my own situation that I can’t see it clearly: trauma and hopium cloud my vision. But with Hunter it is crystal clear calm blue water with the grains of sand the bottom magnified. He is never going to stop. Not a chance.