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.)
Magneto-
Wow. I’m so sorry. Like you, we’ve been in court for my husband’s kids for almost 2 years now. We’ve spent nearly 60,000 of ours and our family’s money (flying in specialized lawyers doesn’t help, just so you know, it just makes a judge mad). My stepson has been molested by his mom. That’s hard enough to believe, but when she presents herself well in court, it’s almost impossible for a judge to believe. But it happened.
Anyway, I feel terrible for your granddaughter. DHS is a joke. They might as well not exist. Our caseworker took the ex-s side and didn’t even come to our house at all. Just hers.
What you might do is have your lawyer draw up papers. Get them to sign over all rights of your granddaughter to you, in exchange you will pay them $$$ “to get their life together” or something. I don’t know. The only way they win is if they get to victimize people, though. You might plant cameras in the house (see if your state has voyeurism laws) or hire a P.I. If you can get documented proof of abuse, you can get that kid in a heartbeat. Spend your money on a P.I.
My thoughts will be with you and your granddaughter.
Oxdrover,
Thank you for your wonderful and caring advice. Alot of what you have suggested, I am already doing. Just today, he called the business I own and the employees as instructed, tell him I am not in.
Due to his increased obsessiveness lately, I felt necessary having the police go over to my home and check things out. The S wasn’t at his job today, giving him opportunity to harass. Luckily, it was a false alarm, but I am learning to listen to my gut when I feel threatened. Better safe than sorry. I seem to rock back in forth from somewhat paranoid of what he might do, to into denial that I am in real danger and that he is only doing these things as a control manuever. Not knowing is the most difficult. I can’t seem to stay consistent with my feelings. Its draining to live like this, so I guess we just have to sometimes let the insecurities go for a minute and have a vacation from the need to be on guard, if that makes sense.
I am sorry for everything you have been thru, but it truly sounds like you have turned your trauma into hope and lifting up others. God bless you and keep you safe! Thanks to all for sharing, my heart and prayers truly go out to all.
What I found hard to understand at first, upon going to marriage couseling with the ex-socio. , is that there is NO real relationship. My entire 15 month marriage was basically a sham…… Our counselor told me privately that I was basically screwed…Socio’s have no true feeling of love, no feelings of remorse. My ex was very, very vindictive. He did things to me through the legal system that nobody has ever done to me before, and I am now paying dearly for my unfortunate past personal decisions. Socio’s are big fat losers, ZERO’S, with no place on this earth, except for maybe prison. I was the victim, however, in his ***** up head, he is the victim. What a loser I was with! I am so much happier being single and doing my own thing, instead of waking up to an asshole that thinks about himself all the time. From what I understand, he is dying of kidney failure, liver disease (alcoholic) at the age of 50. Poor guy! Hopefully he can find someone else to take care of him in his last moments on the planet. Smile
Post note: Women….you guys need to be stronger and realize that you are better than these men and you deserve better! Get a good lawyer and get the hell out….take the kids, whatever it takes!!!
Every time I read It’s like reliving my own life only it was you people!
IT”S Evil It has a power I tell you over you and me and when It is discovered and Laid out in the light and uncovered It is going to disapear or IT is going to be very very ANGRY so be aware! Love Jere
nwillamon:
Hi…My ex would do things like that as well…retell stories or jokes and seem to have no recollection that he told me…other times he would mention something that I had supposedly told him which I did not, and ‘remembered’ things which were totally wrong or opposite from what happened…One instance is that he was convinced that I used my last name on our baby’s birth certificate, which I never said I did. He had to get a copy of it to verify this. Other times we would be sitting at the dinner table and I had just served dinner and all of a sudden everyone is upset because he told my daughters not to speak until they finished. I would question him what happened and he would get extremely offended and agitated and say that my girls had been talking back to him. I was RIGHT there and thought and said that I heard absolutely nothing from them. I am very conscious of when they misbehave and I swear that in his paranoid mind that he did HEAR them say things. I don’t think he was ‘screwing’ with me but really believed these things.
One thing I was wondering is if others have had experiece with their S/P and paranoia? Near the end my ex became extremely paranoid as if I was out to get him…
In the end we are just trying to survive – it is less about them and more about us – they know we are on too them – paranoia – they don’t like to be exposed – they don’t know who they are when the mirror cracks…..
ThinkingOutLoud: Not only are we surviving … but as we heal from this pain, we learn to live again.
Peace.
What was the saying about Cracking a Mirrior Ummmmm?
Even if you don’t really accept blame for the Sociopath’s feelings, pretending to is a way of shutting them up for a short while.
When the Sociopath I volunteered with went on a rant, I would say anything to shut him up. I wanted to get back to work and stop the degrading flood of diarrhea spewing from his mouth. We were working with children as well as adults in the community, and my own children were usually present.
The trouble with murmuring “I’m sorry, so sorry, my fault, really and truly, just relax, why don’t you take another one of your 40 minute cigarette breaks…” is that he seemed like some kind of all powerful, all knowing demigod to the children, and many adult observers started treating me almost as badly as he did. The children were impressionable, and many of the adults came from such awful backgrounds that they didn’t realize his behavior was dysfunctional.
It doesn’t matter whether you actually accept blame for the Sociopath’s tantrums or just seem to, eventually something has to give. Once the tantrums begin, they seem to escalate over time. I used to start to relax after a week to ten days without a tantrum, thinking that perhaps things were getting better. Then the next tantrum or other bizarre acting out incident would occur, and it would seem as if he’d been “saving up”.
In short, playing along would get a lull in the storm, so under some circumstances it’s worth it. Just don’t imagine a lull in the storm will lead to anything but the next tantrum.