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.)
Kat, Star, LIG, Wini & Others: Hey are we still on for a get together in NYC around the holidays?
my XP-BPD has dropped off the face of the earth. I don’t know anything about him. I am so glad we did not have mutual friends. I am relieved he is not in the same city or county. He alway’s lived in darkness – was always very mysterious. I assume he is doing what he always does. Lieng to someone just to have a place to live for awhile – as long as he can keep that person fooled. I think he preferred instability and uncertainty. Stable and committed bore’s them. They live on the edge. But they have choices – they chose to move on. I still miss him. I still ask myself why – what did I do wrong – why wasnt I enough? I think of the mean things I said to him. I just didnt want to treat him the way he deserved to be treated. I am not that kind of person. I had to send him off – set him free – and he would of been happy to still stop by and visit me and etc. Would not have bothered him at all to tell me about his current life. I think he counted on still being in my life. I think it shocked him – maybe hurt or pissed him off that I told him to never come back…..
Hi Henry,
I unfortunately know where my x is and what he is up to. I am glad to have found out becaue otherwise I would not have been able to recover my home and my car.
I think back at some of the x boyfriends from the past and how I really don’t miss them at all or care what’s going on with them…they are faded memories. There will be a point in my life and yours when the exes will be merely that…a faded memory. When we get to that place, there will be no more wondering..no more wasted energy and useless thoughts. I can’t wait to get to that place either. I am still in shock too…not about the split up…but more in shock how I allowed myself to be manipulated, conned and fooled. I will run into my ex eventually because we live in the same town. When that day comes, I will pretend he does not exist.
One of the last things he said to me was, “if I can’t be right with myself, then I would rather walk away.” What a cop-out. In otherwords, “why should I change if I can’t??”
hi iwonder yes you are so right – I have a few x’s in my past that I rarely think about. And I know we will get there eventually. But this last one was different for me. Yes I know this is a life lesson and yes I need to change – but at the same time I am glad you folks are here because you ‘do’ understand – when nobody else does. But to give myself some credit – I have had a few relationships in my past that were good – and yes they ended and it was painful but I wish nothing but the best for them. iwonder in the end my X (M) said “I have to be me” but that was when I was finally broken financially and emotionally – he got all he could get – so – hard lesson ain’t it?
Henry, I can’t say all my relationships ended terribly like the last one. I had a similar experience with a S boyfriend once…he was a cheater and liar but he didn’t take me for my money..and never lied and pretended we were getting married. After that one though, it took 2 years to date again. I did a crazy thing and hooked up with a guy I met on vacation on an island…he was from Austria. I traveled to Europe that year like 4 times and had the time of my life. I knew it wasn’t going anywhere but, wow! To see Europe like I did! I’ll never have that chance again. He would meet me at the airport in Vienna with roses and off we’d go for weeks ..to Switzerland, Hungary, Italy…I only have GREAT memories. It ended because the distance was too much and he wasn’t willing to move to the States. I paid for plane fare but he paid for everything else when I got there. I was ok with that break-up.
To spend time in Europe – I mite could put up with a sociopath a few weeks – duh I didn’t say that…..
Henry: The Austrian guy wasn’t a sociopath. He was a normal good guy. The relationship just didn’t work out and we were both ok with going our separate ways. I wish I had enough money to go on a vacation. These days, the Euro costs an American arm and leg. You know what my x Sociopath did? He made me toss all the pictures I had of those trips that had the Austrian guy in it. Wish I didn’t do that.
OH MY BAD!!! but you have the memories—-!!!!
Henry, I was wondering if my ex-S’s problem was ethnic based…because he is Latino and I’m European. But then I had to rule that one out because the soon to be ex-wife is also Latino and she was abused. I have to stop wondering what his problem is and accept that no one can fix it. Like in the animal kingdom, fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, sociopaths have to suck the life out of their victims. Oh well, gotta go. Time to turn in…another peaceful sound asleep night with the deed to my home signed off to me…I will sleep with a smile on my face tonight. Sweet Dreams.