Before I became entangled with the sociopath, I was an avid consumer of self-help books and programs. Although I was successful in my career, I could not get the relationship thing to work. This, of course, was the vulnerability exploited by the sociopath I married, but I get ahead of myself.
In my quest for answers—Why was I alone? Why couldn’t I find love?—I once participated in a weekend seminar called “Understanding Yourself and Others.” After some initial skepticism, I found the program to be helpful. One of the things I remember from the weekend is a pithy little motto:
“The truth will set you free—but first it will piss you off.”
In reference to sociopaths, truer words were never spoken. When we finally learn the truth about these people, after months, years or decades of deception, we are hurt—but we are also enraged. Then, as we try to dig ourselves out of the hole, we learn more infuriating truths about the inability of other people in our lives, and of society’s institutions, to help us. Let’s take a look at what we learn.
Truths that make us angry
1. The sociopath never loved us. We were used. He or she wanted our money, or sex, or a place to live, or business connections, or a family to make him or her look normal, or whatever. All the promises of eternal love were bald-faced lies. We were supply, that’s all. They toyed with our hearts, and we are furious.
2. Other people just don’t understand. Those who have been lucky enough to avoid entanglements with sociopaths cannot fathom how we fell for it. They don’t comprehend the elaborate deception, the psychological manipulation and our inability to extract ourselves. We hear, “Just get over it already,” and are angry at the callousness of people who say they are concerned for us.
3. Credit card companies don’t care that we’ve been defrauded. The con artists talked us into paying their expenses or giving them money. Unless we can prove identity theft, the credit card companies don’t care how many lies he or she told. Even if a court finds the sociopath guilty of fraud, we’re stuck with the bills—which is patently unfair.
4. Legal authorities cannot cope with sub-criminal sociopaths. Unless the sociopath commits murder or robs a bank, chances are slim that law enforcement will take action. Fraud and domestic violence charges are difficult to prove, so they often don’t get investigated. But even if the police do take action, much of it is undone in the courts. Between manipulating the legal system and lying under oath, sociopaths rarely get the punishment they deserve. Sometimes they actually get away with murder, and we are fit to be tied.
5. Media images of sociopaths are wrong. On television and in the movies, sociopaths are equated with The Sopranos and psychopaths are portrayed as Hannibal Lecter. Some disordered people are, in fact, demented murderers and serial killers, but the vast majority of them are not. By promulgating myths and not reporting reality, the media do a tremendous disservice to everyone. As a trained journalist, this one really pisses me off.
Truths that set us free
6. Evil exists. Many of us got into our predicaments because we did not realize that human beings are capable of the evil that sociopaths perpetrate. Now we know, and knowledge is power. We know to be on the lookout for these predators, so that we do not fall into their traps again.
7. Our intuition knows better. Most of us felt something was wrong with the predator early in the game. We got the tickling in the brain, the twisting in the stomach, telling us to get out. But we let the sociopaths explain away our concerns. Now we know—when it comes to protecting ourselves from evil, our instincts are usually right.
8. We cannot save the sociopath. Sociopaths do not seek treatment. But suppose, due to a court order or fear of losing their gravy train, they do submit to medication or therapy. Suppose the treatment makes them 50 percent less abusive. That’s still 50 percent too much abuse for a healthy relationship. No matter how hard we try to save them, sociopaths are incapable of empathy or love. Adult sociopaths will not suddenly develop a conscience. So we can put down the burden of rescuing them, because it is not possible.
9. We must learn discrimination. An important meaning of the word “discriminate” is “to distinguish accurately.” Our mission in life is to learn when to say yes, and when to say no, so that our decisions support our wellbeing. We cannot abdicate this decision to others, even to people in authority. Some of them are sociopaths. Even if they aren’t, the people in charge do not always have our best interests at heart.
10. We are responsible for our own healing. We’ve been exploited, injured, used, and now we are struggling to overcome the pain. But where did the pain actually begin? There may have been some vulnerability or desire within us—something as normal as wanting to be loved. Somehow we felt we were lacking, and that gave the sociopath an opening. He or she ripped open our hearts, and whatever old wounds were hidden in them. Now we must look within, force ourselves to take stock of everything that’s there, and heal. Even when we have support, it is a lonely journey that we must undertake ourselves. But it is the journey that truly sets us free.
I think Kat, its called ‘pressing your buttons’. After they have discarded and devalued they just love to get the boot in a bit more dont they, because they know that words hurt and that you will probably ruminate on it. It gives them one upmanship and smug satisfaction to know that they have reduced you to the bottom of the pile. Dont let yourself be cancelled out by such nastiness. Pride always goes before a fall – he will get his come uppance. You know what he is like by his track record – that should give you some smug satisfaction as to his likely performance in the future.
My exN did much the same, after it was over, he sent a message through a friend to say he had already got a new girlfriend a much younger female (poor thing) than me, because he knew that would needle me. He’s good at getting them, but no good at keeping them.
If you feel yourself stewing Kat, post here.
Kat The shock will wear off in a day or two. This is why I keep saying I am going to throw my computer in the pond. I have changed phone numbers so he can’t call. But this internet and computer, even tho (HE) has not contacted me, it’s like a direct line to him. And now after four months of no contact, (I) know where he is and how to contact him. I don’t like that. It was better when I had no knowledge of him at all. His BF messaged me a week ago, bragging and playing games. It really upset me – but I know what the new BF doesn’t know – hang in there Kat – it’s just a sick child playing games with you….he is pushing your button’s – chances are he is telling more lie’s
Thank you guys so much. I feel like my heart is slowing down for the first time all day. Wow, my hands are even steadier.
I don’t know if I personally will ever outgrow this site. Because while sometimes I feel really strong, sometimes this place is my link to sanity.
I will be sooooo happy if he moves out of state with this new girl. Right now I never visit my best friend because she lives in the same town as him, and I detest going over to my new college because he works near there. I have to move into that town where the college is soon, and I’ve been dreading it so much, even though I know it’s an important move for me.
Kat, Sweetie, you are doing well, it just is a back slide once in a while, like Bev said “you let him push your buttons” and that is the “knee jerk” response we all have when they do someting that they know will “zing” us. And OH, DO THEY LOVE TO ZING US.!!!!
Next time you feel yourself get your “buttons pushed” by him–scream STOP!! (not to him, to yourself) and ask yourself the question (statement) you asked in your other post “WHY would he do this?” Then you can answer that question yourself because you KNOW the answer! Then, do the thing that you know will ZING him back–NO RESPONSE. Kat, I am not kidding about HOW VERY MUCH it frustrates and enrages them when we DON’T react.
And boy o boy were MY BUTTONS EASY TO PUSH–and my P son knew just how to do it. I think since he hit the teeanged years pushing my buttons has been his biggest joy and now, it is driving him dip chit to not get any reaction from any family member. He write letters to others telling them how I have “poisoned” the family against him, and on and on, and you know, I know that is the BIGGEST frustration of his life that he can’t do a darned thing about it. NO tactic works. Not smugness, not rage, not pity party, not begging, not cursing, NOTHING WORKS and he HATES THAT.
Don’t worry, your little creep will give you another chance to PUSH HIS BUTTONS BY NOT RESPONDING. Just be prepared for it next time. They are so stupidly predictable once you “get their number” and figure out what they are. Now you are the one IN CONTROL OF THE BUTTONS!!! (((HUGS))))
yes Kat- I want to deal with the truth here, I need to get my shit together so I don’t take the little creep back – I am feeling strong today – THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE – BUT FIRST IT WILL PISS YOU OFF let’s deal with the truth we need these freak’s out of our life – we know that- we are just hangin on to that illusion but that dont mean our life is over – we can do this – someday we will look back at this and feel so good that we pulled those ticks out and squashed them flat –
thanks everyone
Kat,
I agree with all the above posts.
DON’T RESPOND next time. If he can provoke a reaction you are playing his game BUT if he cannot get a reaction from you, there is no game for him to play. Indifference is the greatest punishment you can inflict.
When you get the shakes go and beat the hell out of an old pillow an release all that pent up emotion.
Swallow
Henry, dear, I am sooooo glad you are having a good day today! YEA!!!! FOR HENRY!!!!
Humidity was down here in the OVEN, so wasn’t so terrible as yesterday but still over 100! So I did get out and work a bit outside (in the shade) and have consumed LOTS OF LEMONAIDE to keep hydrated. Grass is even “crispy” when you walk on it. Got to water some shrubs tomorrow for sure!
My son C called this morning and talked for nearly an hour! And I guess that was one of the most wonderful things, because the entire 7-8 years he was married to the P she kept him either isolated from us or so depressed he just wasn’t “himself” and it is so gratifying that he is back to “his old self” again, laughing and happy and just making wise cracks—getting his debts paid off to my mom, and feeling good about that, saving money and just getting his life back together again.
I was thinking about Inthebreach and how her P has isolated her daughters from her, and I thought about how my DIL isolated my son from us, especially me. Some how the Ps seem to particularly hate me—and see me as a threat to them. I am not sure why I am such a treat, and the DIL apparently saw me as a threat from the beginning.
The P-son, however, just seemed to despise me for trying to “control” him when he was a teenager—yea, that terrible mom I was—trying to keep his silly ass out of jail, trying to stop him from stealing for goodness sakes, what an ABUSIVE MOM I was! LOL Heck, I’m still abusing him! Poisoning the family against him so they won’t write or send him money. Ohhhhh welllll!
Kat, NO CONTACT, taking away their power to influence us and play their games is SO frustrating to them. I wish you could have read the gyrations my son wrote in letters both to the family and to others to get them to influence us to contact him. It was like watching a “wiggle worm writhe in hot ashes” and you could HEAR the desperation in his letters. He was so frustrated.
They can’t believe that they are NOT the center of our lives. They are so arrogant, and even after they leave they want to “turn the screws” on us, to “get revenge” for us not being their slaves any more. To “punish” us for not thinking they are the most wonderful people in the world.
They have have someone “new” but having someone “hot” isn’t any good unless you can rub your X’s nose in it. It isn’t the having, it is the displaying it, the one-up-manship, the “na na na na nah, I’m better’un you!” (rasberry)
They are like a ten year old with a new toy, it isn’t having the toy that is the fun, it is having all the other kids (or your x) wish they had it too. It is showing the toy off but not letting anyone else play with it. They never seem to get out of this juvinile stage of wanting to “show off” for the other kids. It’s all about appearance not substance.
Henry, I think Mike’s new Bf is acting the same way. Trying to get you to “miss” what a great guy you let go! YEA, right! Great guy! Well, his new BF will find out what a great guy he is—probably in very short order! A tick is a very good analogy Henry, they suck your blood and burrow under your skin like the parasites that they are.
You guys give yourselves big hugs and scream all at once—WE ARE P-FREE!!!! WE ARE VICTORIOUS! WE ARE STRONG! WE ARE POWERFUL! WE WILL HAVE THE ULTIMATE REVENGE, LIVING WELL!
Hi, everyone!
I agree, this particular essay is just so dead-on, it touches on every aspect of the bewilderment and pain, while bringing a feeling of empowerment as well.
I’ve spent the last few weeks frantically scanning for any new information to ease my pain. I (VERY foolishly) agreed to meet my ex- I hadn’t heard from or spoken to him in almost a year. Then, out of the blue I find out he’s been enquiring around about me, then I receive a call. He’s all contrite, apologitic, even tearfull. I know for a lot of people here that sounds like the same old con, but with him, it was completely atypical. A complete 180 degree change. He’s never admitted guilt or fault for anyprevious relationship failing in the entire 6 years I was with him. He was always the perpetual victim, just like I’ve read from so many posts here. This time, he said he’d been taking intensive self-help courses, and realized how horrible he’d been to everyone in his life. He was making a call to everyone he had wronged to apologize and make ammends. He wondered if I’d be willing to accept his apology. Here’s where I went down the slippery slope. It just seemed too incredible to NOT be sincere. I eventually, after many days of calls, agreed to meet him. We had dinner, and he apologized for everything. He suddenly seemed to be able to remember every cruel incident ( He never had any idea what I was complaining about before), even some I didn’t even remember! Then he started telling me how alone he was, how nothing had been the same since I left. How no one else was as compatable, loving, on and on. He dangled in front of me every possible “carrot” that he had withheld while we were together. Now he was capable of love, due to this amazing transformation from these classes. He’d quit smoking. He understood how to treat others. He only hoped I could be his friend, then maybe, slowly work toward being a couple again. Just like Kat was saying, every ounce of my being that wanted to be loved, wanted a relationship again, ached to believe him. He told me I was beautiful ( a very painful subject for me, as he’d told me while we were together that “I wasn’t pretty enough” for him, since “he’d been with so many beautiful women”. But, he said, I was “nice, so that made up for it”. Many people have always told me I was attractive, but that was a very rough thing for me, as I grew up with a narcissistic mother who competed with me about looks for as long as I can remember. He knew this, and used it to trap me). Anyway, the looks thing is shallow, I know, but because of my past a very tender subject. He went in for the kill with that one, telling me he was just being selfish when he couldn’t tell me how beautiful I was when we were together. He was a “New Person” now, and able to “appreciate my beauty”. Then, for the jugular: he said now he’d “even be willing to get married” !!! – the MAJOR hold he had over me. Never, ever, willing to make that commitment. He must have known that would break down all my defenses. I eventually, a few days later, told him I did really love him and miss him, and if he was sincere about all these changes, I’d be willing to try again. It lasted for all of about a week. We had a couple dinners, he played this charade well for a while. Then, very suddenly, he turned cold again. When I tried to get him to explain his change of demeanor, asked him what happened, why? he’d been so different before, his cold, harsh answer was “I’m sure I was”. Hot one day, icy cold the next. No signs I could see of finding something he didn’t like about me, nothing different. Only the way he treated me.
Anyway, I know I’m ranting, I’m sorry. I just can’t believe it. I mean, my head can, he’s pathalogical, a narcissist, willing to play any game. But my heart can’t conceive of that kind of evil or cruelty. Like someone else so eloquently put it here, “my heart feels hollow and full of ashes”. I know I should have known better. I do get that. But I cannot understand how, why this behavior benefitted him. He really learned some good new games, he’d never done anything this elaborate or cruel in all the time I’d been with him. It just would’ve been too much work for him, for so little payoff.
It really is like he ripped off an enormous, chest-sized scar, then dug daggers into me, twisting and eviscerating me. The pain is horrendous. Worse than anything he’d done before. My pathetic brain keeps working over and over, trying to find answers that make any sense. I’m not sleeping, crying myself to sleep every night this past week. It wasn’t nearly this bad when we first broke up. The intentional betrayal and cruelty overwhelms me. My friends, even my therapist, who I think is wonderful, all seem to see it the same way, I just need to learn to stay away from narcissists. Get over it.
This site is such a comfort to me, reading that other people have gone through the same things, and understand. Thank you all so much.
Hi Still sorting,
How horrendous, I can’t tell you how I feel for you. Unfortunately, now with my own knowledge, it no longer surprises me what these personalities are capable of.
When I repeatedly asked, why? Why? Why? I was once told by a very sage old man – because they can. Is it really that simple? I think it is. I believe these types harbour grudges. I have learned that about mine. He never acknowledged or accepted ownership for the reasons I left. He patently found it incredible that I would leave. Somewhere in his vengeful psyche, he made sure one day I would get pay back.
They pay you back (if you let them) by exactly what you describe. Lure you back into their world by any means possible, just so they can give themselves the satisfaction of hurting you because they truly believe (I think) you owe them for all the wonderful things they did (they never acknowledge all the horrible terrible things) for you, and you left.
I once had a text from my ex who said “Is your leaving me the advice your friends gave you? It doesn’t seem like something you would do – if it is, they will pay, no one messes with my life, I mess with theirs”.
This applies to ANYONE. He couldn’t accept that I had the courage to leave him on my own. He wouldn’t accept I left him because of the lies, deceit, cheating, and emotional cruelty. He had to blame someone.
You poor thing. It is hard to realise that no one can truly understand this terrible torture they inflict on you emotionally unless they have been there and experienced it. You have to find a therapist who understands the horror of being involved with these types of people. I have found one. It has helped no end.
There are sister sites to this one that can help you a great deal with coming to terms that someone you loved can be so cruel and heartless. Because they can.
With care,
LJ