by AlohaTraveler
How many of us have a list, or know someone who does, of the ideal qualities we are looking for in THE ONE? I think these lists can sometimes cause us to miss out on someone quite wonderful because we get so attached to a check list. But that’s another topic. I have a different kind of list. It could be called the list of EXACTLY what I DO NOT want in a life partner! This list has helped me to heal and come to terms with the reality of the Bad Man.
While going through my things this morning, I found a piece of binder paper with a list I had written about the Bad Man in the early stages of my healing. It was written sometime within the first year after I had left him. The list represents a free flowing string of words and phrases that describe the Bad Man.
Before I found LoveFraud, I was aware that my thoughts of the Bad Man seemed to swing back and forth between never wanting to hear from him again to hoping somehow he would learn, apologize and we would live happily ever after. I didn’t totally understand why this was so and it was perplexing, given my descriptive list.
Bad Man was not the clever sociopath that many of the readers here talk about. Don’t get me wrong. He was very smart and charismatic. But I didn’t get blind sided or robbed behind my back like many readers. He was fairly abusive and inappropriate in the first few weeks though he used all of the customary word games and mind tricks. Still, I find it a little embarrassing to admit that I put up with way too much right from the get-go. Looking back, in what context would name calling ever be okay?
Reality Checks
Bad Man wasn’t all flowers and charming words. I got flowers. I got love notes. But for the most part, the list below describes him best. I wrote this list for myself to use as a means of staying in touch with reality when I felt my heart softening again for him. When I had those moments, I went to my list to remind myself of the destructive, abusive, nightmare that he truly was. Now, I find it amusing how well I was describing a narcissist or a borderline without the understanding I have now of personality disorders.
A second paper I found contained the transcription of his last four text messages to me before I called my cell phone carrier and asked the operator to cut the line. I will never forget the tears of relief as I watched the lights go out on my cell phone. At the top of the page of verbal venom, I wrote, “Words to remember you by.” These messages were hateful, vicious, twisted, and untrue. Every six months or so, I run across these two papers. They don’t really hurt me now. Each time I read them, I see more clearly the pathology driving the Bad Man. For some reason, I save these pages. I haven’t included the text messages in this article because they are very personal attacks on me and no one would benefit from reading them. I certainly didn’t. Still, I save them because reading those hateful messages makes it totally clear that I made the right choice in leaving him and eventually going No Contact.
To Stay on Track, Be Honest with Yourself
I have a gentle suggestion for anyone that is still struggling with that feeling of wanting the pathological abuser/exploiter back. Create your own list using words that describe what happened to you like this:
Bad Man/Woman = constant liar, cheater, infantile, fraudulent, etc.
Use the words that ring most true for you. Then tuck away your list in a place where you can access it whenever you feel yourself getting off track. Or, if you are really struggling, post it on the bathroom mirror or keep it in your purse for instant reality checks! Read it over and over, as often as you need. Use the list to replace those moments of longing.
My list helped me many times in the early days. Whenever I run across the list, I read it through. It reminds me to be thankful for my life for what it is, and what it isn’t, today.
Here is my list.
Introducing… the Bad Man
Controlling
Manipulative
Hypocritical
Attacks me
Judges me
Does not see himself
Isolates me
Name calling
Spin Doctor
Secret Abuser
Advises and “counsels” me on “anger issues” but does not control his own anger
Self Righteous
Inflated Super Ego
Cheap
Selfish
Petty
Twisted
Omits the truth
Manipulates people
Inappropriate
No boundaries
Uses People
E-mail bombs
Possessive
Scares Me
Emotional Abuse
Mind F***
Perverted
Gee, I wonder why I don’t miss him. NOT!
The Truth, a Lesson, and Peace
Imagine if the Bad Man’s personal dating profile was the list above. He doesn’t sound very appealing does he? This, of course, is not how he describes himself. That is why it is important to write down the truth. I wrote my list in one of those raw, painful moments, standing on the edge of “the Fog” as we say. My list is me, speaking to… me. It is the rope I clung to whenever I started to dangle over that black hole again.
The list is the TRUTH.
In the days when I still missed him, it was all about the fantasy of the Bad Man, the great seducer. Today, I am learning to pay more attention to what I see and not so much to what people say. This is fundamental to restoring faith in myself because I let myself down. I need to trust myself to assess a situation and trust what I see (ie.: intimidation, blame shifting, hypocrisy, etc.). I need to stand up for me when life calls for it. No one should be able to talk me out of my instincts to protect myself and my spirit. That was far too easy in the past. This was one of the lessons I needed to learn.
If you chose to do an exercises like my list, it may bring up a lot of pain but ultimately, it is meant to bring you clarity and eventually peace. When I look at this list today, I feel peaceful knowing that I left this man in the dust. There was no other choice.
Dear LIG,
That “crany” and “jealous” and “inadequate” feeling that we have is a normal part right now—don’t kick yourself for feeling that way. Many of us have thought and acted in ways that we aren’t “proud of” as a result of the the pain, grief, trauma and the discounting we get from the Ps. Some of the hardest part of my own healing has been “forgiving myself” for “acting ugly” sometimes.
I’m 61 and after my husband died 4 yrs ago I felt “old, ugly, undesirable, alone, lonely, no one is ever going to want me again, I’m gonna go eat worms” bad about myself. I let that down feeling allow me to become the victim of a prowling predator P who “offered to rescue” me from this feeling. To “save” me from being alone and lonely, but it was simply a LIE, he was just wanting a “respectable wife” to CHEAT ON since his last respectable wife had FINALLY caught him cheating and booted his butt to the curb.
They seem to LOVE having a harem of women all wanting them and he had a great deal going when each GF would want him to leave his “respectable wife” and marry them or move in with them he would say “Oh, no, I could never do that, let’s just keep on having an affair when it is convenient for me to get away.” He liked to appear “upstanding” in the community while having his harem. PUKE.
I am just thankful to God that I did not marry this creep before I found out.
All the feelings that you are having now, and the flip flop of feelings, one minute sad and the next angry or jealous are all very normal feelings. Your self esteem has been crushed by all this, just like mine was. It has taken me quite some time to start to feel a complete human being again and even now, there are some days better than others, but I’m making progress, and so will you.
I’m no longer so needy and wanting some one else to “complete” me—I realize that if I never have another date the rest of my life, much less find another love, that I am still FINE, still happy. I am not a kid, and I am BETTER THAN a kid. If someone is wanting a “kid” for a GF then they can hve one, I am FINE VINTAGE WINE, they are “this year’s crop”—so let them have what they want, if that’s what they want. I am more mature, and you know, so what if my bottle is a bit out of shape, it’s still a good bottle, and if the label is wrinkled, it still doesn’t change the INTERNAL CONTENT. I am waaay too good for someone who doesn’t appreciate FINE VINTAGE WINE. Let them go get a bottle of “Ripple” with a shiny new bottle, a screw off cap, and a freshly printed label. LOL
LIG,
I felt the same way you did, even though the P did not leave me for someone else! I saw all these younger girls on the site with their pictures in their avatars and wondered if he was secretly playing them too. I went so far as to call one who lived in his town because she is young and attractive and a sitting target for him. (She said that he HAD come to visit her and her snakes, but that that he wore his wedding ring and talked about his wife–he did not hit on her. But who really knows? They could be dating now). I was consumed with jealousy for a long time after the break-up. My P is 10 years younger than me and very good looking. I am also very attractive and look about 10 years younger than my age. But I felt old, fat, and unattractive as a result of his abandonment. I’m feeling much better about myself now.
I think as you start detaching (it takes time) you will start feeling better all the way around.
Blondie it’s nice to hear you angry.. if you know what I mean, because it means the shock is wearing off.
As for me, I’m at a different point every day, just about. But atm I’m trying to take a better look at the men in the world, and decide how I feel about them, if there are any really nice ones, if I want to even go there again someday, etc. bleh.
I am now talking with a funny and seemingly nice guy.. he hasn’t sent up any red flags yet, but probably isn’t “the one” either. At this point I’m just happy that I’m starting to lose that suspicion that all men are evil players.
southernman429
Not sure were you received this list of EA (Emotional abuse) but it is right on so I did some paste and cut to save it for myself. If you can find the link please do so. Thanks
PS: you other link didn’t work..
thanks kat. i also seem to feel different everyday. the ex sent me an email today how he misses me and he wants me to give him a chance. i just deleted the email. i also met a nice guy. i havent seen any red flags either. i already checked him out and so far he has been honest. im not rushing anything, im not jumping into anything, just tryin to met new friends. im happy that im feeling like myself again and not having any anxiety about the ex anymore.
Wow! My ex found a list I compiled from the first ex phychopath and acted like he would be sooo much better than that guy. He was worse but in different ways.
How do I pick these A-holes? Same old same old. Now I’m hyper sensitive when thinking of dating or friends. I am pathetic. Keep picking the same more or less. What is wrong with me? I’ m forty seven here! (I know, you all say I’m too hard on myself-shesh!)
I did look at my wedding pictures and it IS funny how patheticly cold my exP looks. Pictures tell you sooo much! His eyes were expressionless. His body language was pulling away…I almost tore up the rest of the pics. Because THEY ARE VERY MORTIFYING TO ME! How did I not notice? Cover up everything but his EYES and you see a shell of a person. Someone not of this world. Why keep the bad memories? EFFIN’ TEAR THEM UP! who needs it? OH! and it’s been sisnce Sept. 6th,2004.Though , it has been a blessing. Regards people–ellen
Can a cheater change? I kept telling myself people can change. You hear about homeless people turning their lives around. You hear about alcoholics never having a drink again. You hear about people deciding to go back to school at 40 to better their lives. Why do cheaters hurt people intentionally? I always felt that there are not bad people. There are those that are products of their environment. There are those that are products of circumstance. and there are those that are mentally ill..addicts. For the past 5 months I have been in love with a cheater. I blamed everything else…everyone else…including myself. I made excuses for him and tried to help him. I said he can change..he is not a bad man ..he doesn’t want to hurt people. I lost myself ..my self esteem. I blamed my looks..maybe if I was more attractive…What is wrong with ME to make him want to be with other women? Why am I not enough? I changed…I didn’t care about friends anymore….as long as I had him. I didn’t want to go anywhere…do anything…unless it was with him. I acted like someone I am not proud of. I said things I never thought I would say. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I am not the only one. So many women were hurt by this man. So many damaged self esteems. So many women blaming themselves…Women begging him not to leave. Women willing to take their lives for him. Women hurting so bad they start acting out of character. Women that loved him..and honestly believed him when he said the same thing. New women still getting hurt. I couldn’t let go. He would lie…I loved him. He would cheat..I loved him. He told me it was me he loved…I believed him…Everytime he cheated he treated me badly like it was my fault..and I went back for more. I posted a message about him. I thought…maybe strength came in numbers. I thought…that it would make him hate me..and I welcomed that ..I would be free. I thought it would make him stop. I thought I would give the women what they needed to be able to let go. What did the post actually do? He called me the day of the post thanking me for doing what he couldn’t…and asked me to come over. I hurt women by telling them horrible details… Women hurt me by telling me horrible details… The women turned against each other… All the women still wanted him. The women thought I did it to get him all to myself…I thought he would hate me…never talk to me again…I thought we would help each other…be strong…I thought because I knew he was with another woman the day I posted it I would be strong. They thought I was the lucky one…I won some sort of a prize. Yes..I was lucky to have a man who sneaked in the bathroom on his cell phone Yes…I was lucky to have a man sitting on the balcony on the phone in the middle of the night Yes..I was lucky he was showing me text messages from you that hurt. Yes..I was lucky to wonder if his business trips were actually real this time Yes… I was lucky to remember things women told me…Yes…I was lucky he was still on dating sites conversing with women. Yes…I was lucky to worry everyday if I would hear from him. Yes…I was lucky when I was contacted by one of the women he made a date with on a dating site. Yes…I was lucky the women were still holding on..unable to let go… He said “I love you” to all of these women…all of them. He told me this weekend…he loves me…but only when he is with me…when he is away from me he doesn’t love me anymore. He said that is what enables him to do what he does with no remorse. He said he collects women. He said he feels he can cure their problems with sex. He is all yours ladies…enjoy.
CRS = Can’t remember S***.
I love that! It’s hilarious.
I think we have evolved a few of our own terms. It would be so fun to create a place to find the definition. A term could be nominated. I think it’s a neat idea so that new people don’t feel lost in the conversation.
Also, I can’t keep up these days with all of you! I guess that is a good thing for me. I do want to remain in the conversation though.
I will always be part of the conversation of surviving and healing and thriving after abuse/cons/scams… LoveFraud’s of all types.
XO
BTW,
I believe that CRS is one of the sypmtoms of PTSD. I will verify that or maybe one of our Doctors can chime in an confirm or deny.
When I was in the depths of dispair, I often washed my hair twice in the shower because I couldn’t remember if I had done it or not. I am sure that sounds stupid but my Mom said the same thing happened to her when she was going through a depression.
Ugh.. Cherrie.. your post is like a sucker punch of truth in the middle of my stomach.. so terribly accurate and true. You speak from the cry of your heart, and you speak for me as well. Why this one man out of all the men out there? One look at his strong shoulders or his golden brown hair and I want him so badly all over again.. Lucky, he was lucky to have ME, he even tattooed it on his chest. But that doesn’t stop him from the other women, the constant other women, I can’t go there anymore.
I think I’d rather have mediocre sex with someone honest and true than the incredible fireworks with this empty soul.