Morgan Barteaux Gell – The Story of a Psychopath - understanding their strategies
The Morgan Stories, told by her first victim, Melinda Pillsbury-Foster
Your family relationship with a psychopathic individual means nothing to them. It is used to gain access to resources. As long as you are useful, they keep you around, like a domesticated animal. When the time is right for them, they see a benefit to themselves, they kill you off.
When you see the world
through their eyes, and motives, the expression, “Wolf in sheep's
clothing,” will take on new meaning for you.
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Morgan
used the strategies which, I now understand, are common to
psychopaths. The earliest of these was dividing those closest to
her, her family, with stories about each other which were carefully
fabricated to instill distrust. No that psychopathic behavior in
children is being studied by professionals this should no longer
surprise informed minds.
Denigrating
those closest to her, to make them vulnerable and objects of scorn,
came into play by the time she was 12.
Morgan
also used tantrums, carried out with frightening intensity and focus
when she did not get what she wanted, to intimidate and obtain her
goals. She never apologized for these. When confronted later, she
shrugged and claimed she had been misunderstood, that her target had
over reacted, or claim she was upset by something else, unrelated,
which had happened to her.
Emulating
human emotions is essential for psychopaths.
For
Morgan, eliminating anyone else in the family who might received
gifts or the ordinary support and concern expected, was a constant
goal. To accomplish this she enticed my younger children into
destructive behavior and then engaged them in a conspiracy to, “not
tell Mom.” By so doing she disrupted my ability to provide
adequate parenting.
This
is the same strategy used by child molesters. While she was not,
that I know, a sexual deviant, she was abusive in this way and
actually put their lives at risk on any number of occasions.
One
example of this was taking the children to her apartment, which we
paid for, to swim in the pool and giving them alcohol to drink.
Arthur was 12 years old the first time Morgan handed him a drink.
She was in her twenties. I only learned what had been happening many
years later, when Arthur, then a disabled adult, told me. The others
confirmed this was true.
I was useful to Morgan until Craig decided to leave me. Then, killing me off seemed like the best move to her and, without hesitation, she enthusiastically joined Craig in his machinations.
Morgan's plan at the end of 1997 was for me to die and for her to marry Eugene Volokh and enjoy life as the wife of a billionaire. Craig could then be shelved as unnecessary. This did not work out. Eugene, perhaps seeing her real nature, dumped her. One month later she was in bed with John Fund, an old friend, and former boy friend, of mine. This took place while she was on a jaunt to New York, London, and Paris traveling with Craig, focused solely on herself and gratification.
Craig
was eager for her to pursue the relationship with John because he had
always been hungry for connections to people with power. During our marriage he continually harassed me to introduce him to people I knew politically. I was reluctant to do so because Craig cannot maintain a civil relationship and continually made a fool of himself. At one point he demaned I force John Fund to publish are horrifically stupid article he had written, going on about it for days. Worn down, I eventually sent it to John, who, naturally, refused to try to have it published.
But if Craig and John
were sharing a woman, Morgan, they would be closer, especially if he assisted
John to have a relationship openly with Morgan, which is what John,
eager to get into bed with Morgan, had told her he wanted.
For
Craig this involved modifying one of his lies about me. Morgan had
told Craig, inventing the falsehood, that my youngest child was not
Craig's but John Fund's. This was impossible.
Morgan
based this on a story I had told her, which conveyed nothing of the
kind. I had been dating Fund but not seen him in some time. I
called to tell him I was pregnant and before I could say more than, "John, I'm pregnant.." he hung up on me, saying, “I
have to go now, Bye!” I was offended to think he had not let
me finish the sentence but, feeling I had let him know I would no
longer be seeing him, dropped the subject. I did not imagine at the time he could think he was the father.
I had
become pregnant when Craig raped me. Evidently Craig decided this
fabrication on Morgan's part created real potential for him legally
and was then rolled out as a strategy in the divorce. Craig refused
to acknowledge Justin as his son when he filed. Judge Anderle, not
having the proof an adoption had taken place in the common law, as
Craig had done this in 1989, did not grant support for my son or
allow for visitation.
Their
planning had been thorough.
Craig
and Morgan let his attorney, Jacqueline Misho, found for him by
Morgan, into our home and allowed her to go through my files and
steal my personal papers before filing for divorce in January, 1998.
Included was the copy of the last
will and testament in which he named all the children as his own
which I later found, Misho having stolen the current copy.
In
November of 1998, to the astonishment of everyone, Craig had his
attorney go back into court and claim Justin as his natural son.
This was not conscience, but to clear the way for Fund to have an
open relationship with Morgan and for Craig to ooze closer to those
in power. If you look at his site you'll see why 'ooze' is the correct term.
Craig
knew Fund's speed dial included the number of Dick Cheney and Karl
Rove. For him, this was the motive.
I
survived my heart problems, a corneal transplant, and storm
migraines. Morgan's plans, which had undergone these unexpected
complications, changed.
In
September of 1999 John Fund, the replacement for Eugene Volokh, was
also slipping away. He had gotten what he wanted, after all. She
needed help, so she contacted me, playing the 'poor me, I am so
sorry,' card. I was always willing to help my kids, and to
forgive them. That is, after all, what mothers do.
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