The Caretaker


I would like to tell you about one of my ex-girlfriends, Karen. Karen, this is directed to you out of recognition of how spectacular your supply of fuel was. It was one of, if not the best.

Using my legendary powers of empathy detection I was able to pick you out like a pig sniffing for truffles. Some might suggest that it quite an apt analogy. I identified that you are a caretaker. You are a passionate, caring and strong individual. How best might I harness the sweet, sweet fuel that you would be bound to supply to me? I decided that rather than love bomb you I would apply a different technique. Yes I was polite, complimentary and took an interest in you so you were drawn to me, but I did not bombard you in the way that I ordinarily might. No instead I decided that I needed to test you. I reasoned that you would see me as a challenge. Most of my victims apply their caretaking instincts when I start to devalue, demean and belittle them. They want to fix me in order to return to the golden period. I opted in your case to start testing you from near the beginning.

You were never allowed to contact me first. You had to wait until I made contact and then you had to respond within one minute. If you did not you clearly did not care about me. I would wait hours in the day before I made the approach to you. Was I denying myself fuel in this way? Yes and no. Of course I was not receiving the usual blitz of telephone calls and texts that I ordinarily would when I would love bomb. This way however I knew you were always thinking of me, wondering when I might call or send a text message. I knew you would be repeatedly checking your phone and be in a state of readiness to respond. Knowing that I was ever present gave me a different kind of fuel at a different stage of our relationship to how it usually would be. When that first reply came, the power that surged me from having you waiting and ready, was intense.

I would insist that you refrain from eating before me, even when we were apart, to ensure that your hunger pangs reminded you that you were doing this at my say so. You would agree because you wanted to prove to me how much you loved me, how passionate you felt about me and that you would not be beaten. You readily became a co-conspirator in this game. I devised new and harder challenges, pushing you each time and always you rose to the challenge and indeed you would often surpass my expectations.

As ever, I was several steps ahead of you. When I grew tired of this and starting to demean you, the conditioning that I had subjected you to in our golden period was so strong that you went above and beyond to try and please me. No matter how fruitless this seemed you never gave in. You showed immense reserves of discipline and strength, your depth of character was startling and it was all being used up on me.

I may tell you how my relationship with Karen ended at some point.

13 thoughts on “The Caretaker

  1. DesertRose says:

    HG, are articles such as this one that talks about your exes considered a hoover trigger for you? Have you ever hoovered an ex after writing/posting one of this articles?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      1. Yes.
      2. Yes.

      1. Lorelei says:

        Were your post article Hoover’s (my phone forces me to capitalize Hoover) successful? For the life of me I can’t fathom how.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Yes with regard to the relevant individuals.

          1. Lorelei says:

            Why would anyone go out with you?! Haha

          2. HG Tudor says:

            Res ipsa loquitur.

          3. Lorelei says:

            Not a convincing parallel HG—not if it were a primary source who gets the brunt of the worst. Secondary maybe indeed. I’m absolutely near a frenzy over these boots:


  2. mollyb5 says:

    HG , I’ve read this before also . I haven’t read what happened to her or the relationship . I also want to share with you , we are called care-givers now , companion caregivers (in the USA) and nurses aids . Just like when I was a massage therapist , and we aren’t called a Masseuse anymore ….and I didnt work in a massage parlor ,haha. But please don’t be mad at me for correcting you .

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Why do you think it’s called careTAKER?

      1. Alexis2016 says:

        Maybe got the inspiration from Pinter? That’s what I thought, then I threw chips at the stage!

  3. myriflemyponynme says:

    Super Empath all the way. Discipline and strength. She Didn’t obey, she was too proud to call first. Shows a lot of narcissistic traits herself and her fuel was “spectacular”. HG Tudor wanted a bataille royale got it but did he face a supernova?..

  4. Joanne says:

    This isn’t my first time reading this one (and I would like to know how the relationship ended) but I just cannot imagine dealing with this – ever – let alone straight from the beginning! 😔😔

    1. jessrnny says:


      This is not meant to be negative. I quite enjoy having articles to look forward to. This woman was a Codependent? I could also see a Super Empath enjoying this and it being just as exciting for them. I’m very much in control of my world and environment so giving up control in that way is exhilarating. You would have to be impressive in the sack….

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