Here’s a theme I think we can relate to: Your partner (a male in this example, strictly for convenience’s sake)—a narcissist, or perhaps sociopath—blames you for his misery, bad moods, bad decisions, frustrations, dissatisfactions, disappointments and underfulfillment.
From his perspective, if he cheats on you—or deceives and betrays you—you will have deserved it, because you will have been responsible for the discontent that necessitated his violating behaviors.
Remember he feels entitled to have what he wants; he deserves what he wants, when he wants it; and if he’s frustrated, it must be someone’s fault.
Someone must be blamed, and you, his partner, will be his odds-on choice to own his blame.
It’s amazing how often we accept, against our better instincts, the narcissistic/sociopathic partner’s insistence that we are responsible for his infinite emptiness.
We do so for many reasons, but the one I’d like to stress is this: If we don’t accept this responsibility, his blame, we seriously risk losing the relationship.
Ongoing relationships with abusive, contemptuous partners require just this kind of Faustian contract: To preserve the relationship, however desecrated it is, I will accept your blame. For the sake of not yet losing this relationship, I will continue to entertain, if not own, your constant assertion that there is something in me—something deficient and insufficient—that explains your mistreatment and disrespect of me.
To say it somewhat differently, so long as we’re not yet ready to jettison a destructive relationship, a narrative must be constructed to explain our decision to stay. The narrative, as I suggest, often goes something like this: I am to blame—I —for my partner’s debasing attitudes and behaviors. I must be to blame, otherwise I’d leave.
The narrative is rational, but false. It’s a false narrative (in the back of our minds, we may sense its falseness), but it’s the only narrative under the circumstances that can explain, and seemingly justify, our continued tolerance of our partner’s nonsense.
A couple I spent some time with recently (clinically) illustrated this point well. The husband, Harold, was one of the most transparent narcissistic personalities I’ve ever seen. He’d recently ended an affair with a colleague (justifying the affair as a function of his right to pursue the fulfillment his spouse, Julia, wasn’t supplying).
Interestingly, about eight weeks into their courtship, Harold began offering up undisguised, alarming displays of his narcissism in general and narcissistic rage specifically. Julia was highly disturbed by each of these displays. All left her thinking, “This isn’t right. I should end this thing now, before I get deeper in. He shouldn’t be treating me like this. I shouldn’t be tolerating this.” But while recognizing these alarming warnings, she was already too deeply invested in her vision of the relationship—and Harold—to end it.
A dozen years later, not much has changed. Julia has a beautiful child and, in Harold, a spouse who’s conformed entirely to his early, advanced billing—he is demanding, often hostile and passive-aggressive, easily and constantly disappointed, blaming (of her) for the emptiness that leaves him constantly wanting, and prone to secretiveness.
Julia caters to his moods and demands in order to avoid eliciting the ugliest manifestations of his hostility (whose emergence threatens everpresently to scare and traumatize her).
But it’s no secret how Julia, with her high intelligence and striking emotional maturity, continues to justify her decision to endure what’s been Harold’s 12-year assault on her emotional safety and dignity.
She has owned the blame for his discontent, disappointments, and acting-out.
Just as soon as she’s ready to disown this falsely ascribed (and tacitly accepted) responsibility, she’ll find herself without a reason to accept the conditions of—and indignities associated with—Harold’s personality disorder.
At that point, the leverage will be hers—Harold will either have to shape up (unlikely), or she’ll be genuinely prepared to ship him out.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2008 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
I’ve had an epiphany recently. I suddenly remembered an awful memory from the first S relationship I had…My S would control me in every way…I lived by myself. with no family around, and I was generous, forgiving and loving. Sound familiar? If he didn’t like who I was talking to, whether it be family or friends, he would first break my cell phone, and then take the battery from my cordless phone and toss it deep into the Florida bushes behind my apartment. He was a steriod user, so there was no way I could stop anything he did.
So this memory, as it see it from looking back now, I was frantically searching in the deep woods, looking for the battery.What was going through my mind?!?! Instead of worrying about the poisonous creatures lurking, bushes cutting me to pieces, how weak my self-esteem had become, the complete non-existence of my self-worth, and not running to the police from this controling, abusive freak, I was simply picking up the pieces of his anger.
So, as I am thankfully ending another S relationship, trying with all my might to stay NC, I realize this was another situation where he has controlled my thoughts. He was amazingly charming in the beginning, and I thought I fell into a fairy tale, and then the cheating, lies, and manipulation began. By then, it was too late, and I would desperately do anything to not lose what I THOUGHT we had. Even take the blame for anything like it was my fault. Lately, he has been sending me text messages about how he misses me, and how sorry he has is for ‘all the pain he caused.’ Of course he doesn’t mean it, but he is simply using whatever means to make me feel guilty, or weak, or sympathetic. He plays on the specific words he uses, such as giving himself nicknames that make him sound innocent. Example; if his name is Dan, he will say “See! I do miss you, proof that Danny cares.” Awww, what a sweet little boy I should THINK, right?
To be blunt, I have been Mind-F***ed by these two S’s, for what’s going on years now. Controlling my thoughts, I can’t think for myself. Whatever they say, I think. If i question their authority or opinion, they will pull tighter on their forms of manipulation. They know who would be their perfect ‘catch’ immediately, who is not normally aggressive, but innocently naive and happy in life about people. They make us believe they are so amazing and happy, and when things start to go wrong (they know we are stuck on them) thats when they begin to tear us down, and ultimately blame us for everything, and we become their puppets. Controlling everything we think through their manipulation.
Looking back now, as NC continues, I see so much more clearly. I feel like I am starting to live again as myself, and think for myself again because I, nor my thoughts, are no longer being posioned by him. Like a constant IV of poison controlling my mind.
They are toxic poison. Simple as that.
Letgoletgod: You proved two sayings “love is blind” and “opposites attract”. Thank God it was just the phone he broke.
You sound like you are coming along fine in your healing and regaining your self esteem. I always say “I’ll treat myself good if no one else around me cares to”.
Yes, No Contact is a must in order to heal yourself. You need that time to clear your mind and to stay clear of all their clever manipulations. Boy, they have a bag full of them, don’t they? I wonder if there was a list of manipulation techniques written in Playboy or something? Providing them with all this amo against us. Personally, I think it’s the way boys are raised versus girls… at least at one time how boys versus girls were raised … I know, I know, it’s different now. But, back in the days … boys were raised that what they did was their life … and girls were raised that what her husband did was her life. Now girls are raised to be as independent thinking as the boys. I wonder how well their relationships
will endure?
Good luck with your NC. You don’t need to be pulled back to square one after a contact of any kind is established.
Peace.
Of course I catch myself thinking of him, constantly actually, but those thoughts now are composed of how much of a sociopath he is, and I am not to blame. The first days of not talking to him are always the worst. I was distracted, had short-term memory loss, despression and despair, regret, blame, sadness, you name it. I was a mess. And now, with the help of time and Lovefraud, I am beginning to see clearly and think my own thoughts again.I don’t have someone whispering dreadful things in y ear to brainwash me. Literally, I can not possibly describe it better. He was poison to my thoughts.
Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and….who in THEIR RIGHT MIND could think clearly with that?!? NO ONE, because you are not in your right mind! You are on their rollarcoaster spinning around and around and around. Well, I have finally jumped off, and although I am a little dizzy initally, I know that will I will get my rhythm back soon…
letgo: poison, yes. fiendish. a leech.
they suck the very life out of you. i swear, the last few months with him i felt like i was either going to have a stroke or a heart attack … literally. i just felt my very life ebbing from me, my soul was sick, my spirit in deep hiding.
he twisted my mind so i had no idea what he was, who i was, what was real, or which way to turn.
it is the sickest thing i have ever dealt with in my life (my father was a s/p/n too); he destroyed every last bit of my self-esteem (even told me i smelled bad), took my last cent, and left me with nothing but a mess in the bathroom (after taking a shower before leaving for his new prego gf’s house).
it’s been six weeks with NC (except for a very brief conversation in which he managed to trash me one last time: “i never wanted you as a lover” — this after 20 years of being lovers).
he’s the most twisted human in the world, he has left behind a wake of destruction and misery, and he walks in this world like his shit don’t stink!
ugh…
TOWANDA!!!!!
LG, Wow, how is it possible that these S’s are even human? I know what you are saying about the sickness of my soul. I felt completely in despair and hopeless.
What a nasty person to say those things to you. Anything at all to hurt, abuse, shove to the ground.
What the heck happened that they became so hurtful, or what is wrong with their brain chemistry? Could cognitive therapy help if given to them for years? What are we going to do in this world if we can’t find some cure? We shouldn’t have to simply put up with them and say “Oh well, that’s just the way it is.” Too bad we can test for it while they are in the mother’s womb. And since not, I would assume it is the environment they are brought up in-role models, experiences, etc., and should be able to be fixed, correct?
I feel like we are living with aliens among us that took human skin to cover up their slimy-ness.
letgo: i don’t know if you have read my other posts, but i am absolutely convinced that they are not human. being among three s/p/n’s in my life, i’m certain they are from another dimension…seriously. one day my ex was lying on the bed and looked up at me and i swear to god he looked more like some mythological creature instead of a person. i told him this and he just gave me this sly smile. really sent chills up my spine.
i call them the ”pod people.” the amazing similarities of everyone’s stories is more than coincidence. they look the same, act the same, lie the same, and say the same exact things.
i dunno… it’s more than a disorder. it’s a damn conspiracy!
I am convinced they are evil….as in pact with Devil.
And no you don’t need to sit down and sign away your soul, just repeated sin. Sinfulness becomes a lifestyle…
I have “taken the blame” my entire life, with every P in my family and the others that I have worked with, been in business with, dated, etc. If SOMETHING WAS WRONG, it was MY FAULT, I had to find some way to fix it, and funny thing, I guess I wasn’t “fixable” cause I never satisfied any of them with my attempts to “fix myself to suit them.”
So, I guess I’m just gonna have to let them go find the PERFECT PERSON THAT I CAN’T BE, they DESERVE the perfect person for themselves, and since I am obviously not “good enough” for them, I am letting them go on their merry ways.
TOWANDA!!!!!! I’m P-FREE!!!! TOWANDA AGAIN!
lol ox… i could here you all the way over here!
i almost called my ex tonite; not to talk, just to hear his voice answer the phone so i could gauge his happiness level. but i fought off the feeling. and then i started reading a book that just arrived today: Without Conscience by Hare.
OMG! i got through about eight pages and had to put it down. my jaw is on the floor and my tongue is dangling. i honestly don’t know if i can read this book. it is just sickening how smarmy and slimy these pods are.
well, if nothing else, i don’t feel like calling the pervert now. just the thought is more contact than i ever want to have again!
TOWANDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!