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.)
Dear Oxy,
Yeah, I know! Like I was going to believe THAT! Nothing physical my ass. The funny thing I have plenty of male friends, the fact that he tried to pull I couldn’t handle he was hanging out with a friend (like he even had any friends), was insane.
Jazzy,
He was a great gaslighter!~ I can’t tell you how many times I would repeat something he said, my memory is VERY GOOD, and he would look at me and say “I never said that”, if I had a dime for every time I heard that out of his mouth, I would be rich!
Not physical…. it’s called an emotional affair which causes more damage sometimes and usually leads to a physical affair.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotional_affair
I think this emotional affair (whether they are comitted or not) is what the spaths do to reel us in and then we get screwed.
Notcrazee1, Exactly what I said to him when he “claimed” it was not physical. To me, emotional is no different and just as hurtful. In either case, the bottom line was the lies upon lies upon lies that unraveled every time he was with her. One time, I had traveled to see him for a week. He announced that he had a golf tournament that he had scheduled weeks ago with a few co-workers. He left me all day sitting at his place while he was out with HER. Not that I knew about her at the time, but when the can of worms was opened, I found out.
Funny thing, I ended up calling this “friend” woman, I told her who I was and that I was aware of their so called “friendship”, I asked her to confirm if they were only friends or if there was anything physical involved. She would not answer my question. She kept telling me that I needed to speak to him about it. What woman, who is only friends with a man, would not confirm it unless there was more to it. I know I would not hesitate to tell a friends girlfriend that we were only friends and that NOTHING was going on if that were the truth. So I had my answer from this woman not confirming to me directly that nothing else went on. Let’s face it, no answer is the answer when asked a direct question one refuses to answer.
Findingmyself,
Sorry for not replying sooner. community issues going on. You are so correct in your thinking. Your spath was wearing the mask with you. Do some research on emotional affairs,,,, I hate to tell you, that in my experience the xspath was in lust with this/these women and he thought being Mr. Nice Guy was a way to get around having sex with them. That they wouldn’t suspect him of wanting to screw them. NOT JEFF, he’s so nice!!!! YES JEFF!!!!!! his fiance (being me) is sitting at home waiting for him while he plays Mr. Nice Guy at work because he wants to “f” you Although he would go home and fire up the good ol porno on the computer and get out the lotion and masturbate with them in mind the minute my head was turned. OMG….. I was never so insulted in my life!!!
Hang in there Finding!
PS. It’s not your imagination…… if this is happening…. he’s sick…. get out while you can!!!!
Thanks for the reply soimnotthecrazee1. No it wasn’t my imagination at all, although he tried to make me think it was-Ahole! I am out, gone, done! Never going back again. It’s going on 5 months since I ended it for good. Broke NC via email or text a few times-especially the first month I was on the emotional roller coaster. But I will never be near him again. Free at last.
Findingmyself,
I am proud of you!!!! Never look back again! If you do, you will only be looking at a person wearing a mask that is not sincere and honest and I’m sure you already know that deep in your heart. We just want to be loved and given the love we are promised and led to believe that we are going to get. That’s how they keep us hooked…. waiting for the love we are supposed to get, the love and acceptance we were promised. My question is… “WHERE THE HELL DID IT GO”? UP TRIXIE’S G-STRING? LOLOLOL! That’s a pun I had to get out you won’t understand it! Please stay free and have NC, it is for your better interest! Rest peacefully!
soimnotthecrazee1!!!
FindingMyself:
Good going……NC is going to help you at this point…..don’t engage!
Just got home from a WHOLE day at gun class!
Dang…..loooong day!
I’d recommend it for anyone.
First half of day was spent in class, second was at the range…..
GO ANNIE OAKLY!
I blew spaths picture right through the target with a 357 with a 2 inch barrel.
HA!
It was a womans only class……it was great to see such varied women doing this for themselves.
One woman was 80! We all got to shoot 6 guns.
I’m a pretty good aim, if I say so myself!
Next week…..i’m going looking for my new ‘family’ member….and gonna keep it on me at ALL times!
What empowerment!
Night…..I’m pooooped!
You go woman!!! EB! EB!! EB!!!
Ps. Be carefull!!!
PSS. Let me know when you are going to be in my area… so I can look out for you!!! LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
Dear EB,
Did you go for a concealed permit? I know it takes time to get the FBI check back and all that, but there are several (19 or 20) states that honor each other’s permits. A friend of mine (female) who has her permit has this cute little purse that had a hidden holster in it for her gun.
They dont’ hold as many shells as a semi auto, but I prefer revolvers as they do not EVER jam, and I grew up with the revolver and am more comfortable with them. If you did not grow up shooting so that you feel comfortable as the gun is part of your “hand” or body, then you may need frequent practice until you become very comfortable with it just as an extension of yourself.
Also, anyone who is going to use or keep a gun for self protection needs to make up their mind SOLIDLY that they can and will use it, when you need it is NOT the time to make up your mind about if you can use it. You must consider what amount of stress you will be under.
I have been saved by my lilttle family friend three times, once by just having it on me (visible) and the other two times by actually pointing it. BOTH of the times where I had to point it (but not shoot) I had a day afterward of SHAKING “like a dog trying to pass peach pits” so even though I “kept my head” at the time, and WOULD have pulled the trigger if the person had not retreated immediately, it still took a TOLL on me emotionally just to come that “close” to having to use it.
Policemen/women and soldiers who have actually had to use their weapons to defend themselves and take down a bad guy, even those well trained people who are doing their jobs and have their minds made up, still have issues with using it. ONLY a psychopath can actually take a life and not feel something.
I have no doubt I could and would use a weapon to defend myself, but I will not say that it would have no effect on me to have to do so. Especially if I knew the person, even if It was one of the psychopaths I know.
At one of the professional gun courses my son D attended (he is a certified range master for the Boy Scouts) one of the attendees was a guy from a large city police force, and he was seriously trying to recruit my son D for their SWAT team because of his skill with a rifle. If he had only known that D is the LEAST LIKELY person for a SWAT team in the world, but that does NOT mean that D would not use a weapon to defend himself or others…just he would NOT be good emotional material for a SWAT team even though his technical skills might be good enough.
Fortunately, I have never had to kill or even shoot AT another human being for any reason, and I can’t say I know exactly how it would feel to do so, but I do think it would be traumatic on many levels for anyone except a psychopath….but my P son, who HAS killed someone up close and personal, from how he tells it, I think he ENJOYED the feeling.
EB I’m sorry that you feel that it is politic for you to get and keep a weapon with you at all times. It is much “nicer” when we can feel that the world is a safe and friendly place, but for me and now for you, that is not a fantasy that we can continue to have. For years (over 15!) I literally did not know where the key to my front door was! Now I have dead blots, alarm system, and a gun leaning behind the door and usually one on my hip, one on my bed (under my Bible) and one on the book case.
I no longer JUMP when I hear a vehicle come on to the place, or the dogs bark so the hyper-vigilence is abated somewhat but the CAUTION is always going to be there.
My thoughts are with you EB…give Holly-dog a pet for me! (((hugs))))