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.
By having no contact of any description, I can sleep easy knowing that he wont have ANY reason to direct anymore of his toxic energy my way and whatever happens in his life has NOTHING to do with me. Its been nearly a year – end of August. Hooray.
Smart move, Bev. I don’t believe that “poking the lion in the cage with a stick” just to “show them who is boss” is a smart move. I think your friend really doesn’t “get it” at all.
That kind of “game” ought to end in third grade I think.
Thanks my lovely friends for the direct, candid advice.
Henry, I will not be contacting her ever again. I have said my peace, alerted her to the situation and I have washed my hands of the whole debacle.
I should have never clicked on his myspace page last week when I became foolishly curious. But I did and communicated with his new victim. That curiosity is done with. A limited minute of weakness on my part as I was illin and bored.
And I am in NO way shape or form afraid of him becoming violent towards me. First and foremost, I moved from the hill I was living on when I was involved with him. Even if he magically discovered my new residence and tried to confront me (which he won’t cause he’s a coward), I would place the fear of a woman scorned in his black heart.
He’s an amateur psycho compared to the 2 I was with in my 20s. THEY tried continuously to terrify me with their overt threats and all they did was annoy and piss me off! When the tunnel vision (the red rage) took over, they ran away. Why? I don’t know. Guess they thought I was “CRAZY” and capable of homicide….haha.
Love you, my friends. Thank you so much for listening (reading?) and replying.
I bet when we finally DO meet up (which we will as I am determined to make it happen someday) I bet we all just sit around, drinking coffee and/or cocktails, good music in the background, sharing scintillating convo, antecdotal silly life stories, a regular ole chat fest!! 🙂
Bevv dearest,
I agree with Oxy. By you having some form of personal contact with him, I think former intense emotions might be stirred up and brought to the surface.
But you’re so very, very smart and wise and you will do what you will to protect Bevvy. **Huggles**
And….CONGRATS!..on the upcoming yearly freedom from the XN!!….YAY!
Now….let’s go to the local pub and have a nice brew!…or a glass of water, whatever in celebration of being alive and liberated from tyranny!!
YAY Us!! 🙂
Dearest JaneS. I thought I saw his new gf a few weeks ago, but I havent seen them together so I didnt know if it was her, I was relying on my intuition. Lets put it this way, if I was in a pub and she came into the ladies loo, I would mention that I had been his ex gf and would leave it at that. If she asked my anything or tracked me down to talk – I WOULD TELL HER THE LOT
I can be impusive when angry and when we split, because he walled me off and I was suffering physically and emotionally and thought he maybe gave me some nasty disease, I went to his home at 2 am and stuck a letter through the cat flap in the front door. When I got home, I regretted what I did, so I went back to the place and the letter had been blown out of my reach. I had to go to my car and got the metal pole that keeps the bonnet up and used it to get the letter back. If I had been a man, I probably would have punched his lights out. I have since learnt as Oxy says not to poke him in his cage. I did some crazy things.
Beverly LMAO I can just see you stickin that pole through the cat flap. They made us temporarily insane, lucky for them we didn’t do worse……..! In retrospect whew! arent you glad that is all over!!!!???? (M) entered my house many time’s stickin his arm through the pet door and reaching up and unlocking the door. I had to install a dead bolt and changed the lock’s. I recieved a email from his new victim. I should of deleted it, but I opened it. Picture’s of them together ( read between the line’s here), it didn’t upset me. I offered (M) a home and a life of love and happiness. He prefer’s multiple sex partner’s. Whew glad that is over……
Bevvy,
Ok, forgive me, but I laughed at your letter retrieval…haha.
Only because I’ve done the exact same things many times only it was me pounding on doors or calling them repeatedly on the phone for explanations! Of course, this was in the beginning stages of the relationships or in the final throes of one.
I can be so flippin obstinate and inflexible in my search for truth, even if the truth tears my heart out. Better to know now than later is my motto. Some men just disappear, thinking they’ve wiped the slate clean without offering explanations/truth.
Oh boy, if their tentacles are emotionally and/or sexually wrapped around my heart, I have been known to pursue until I receive satisfaction, the truth, darnit!
But, I’ve calmed down in my old age…haha. I don’t waste my time trying to convince, persuade some dude in realizing how wonderful I am and how dumb he is…haha.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don’t and I can walk away without hearing from him ever again and NOT ruminating about cause. This action is concerning non-PD types I’ve known. Just regular fellas that were unable to elicit any interest in me.
I thought that would make you laugh. Henry I did some crazy things. I borrowed my friend’s car and her wig and sunglasses and sat outside his place for a few hours ‘determined to catch him’. Nothing happened. So I went into the chapel at work, and prayed to God to give me a sign to catch him out. The evidence was already in my home on the phone which he gave me a few weeks earlier!! Yes, Henry, I have a peaceful (but abit lonely) life. Henry is M, using his new partner to wind you up?
Dear BEv,
Don’t feel “too crazy” I think we ALL have done “crazy” things like that, or at the very least MOST of us. (can’t speak for 100% of the bloggers here)
I gave mine so much ammunition —which was of course all lobbed back at me—because I just didn’t realize that they were AS EVIL AS THEY WERE! and I kept trying to convince them to SEE how they were hurting us ALL. DUH! I didn’t “get it” but I do now and any contact–even emotional or keeping up with them—seems to be counter productive if there has ever been a “love” relationship of any kind with them. As far as the X-DIL and the Trojan HOrse-P, there wasn’t any “love” on either side with either of them so there wasn’t the VAST EMOTIONAL loss there was with the X-BF or the P-son or my Mom. I keep my eyes on them for my safety because I DO KNOW that they can be homicidal.
Fortunately, though, I think both of them know I can be like a mad mama badger when I am cornered and if the only way out of the corner is through them, then so be it. In fact, I think both of them think I am more of a “danger” to them than I think they are a danger to me, so hopefully that will keep them at arm’s length where I don’t have to defend myself. On the other hand, with my P-son, I think he would go after me if he was able even if he KNEW it would result in his own death as well. He has a hard enough time “losing” to anyone, but especially to ME. He sees me as some sort of troll to be overcome at any cost, and blames me for every bad thing in his life, iincluding being incarcerated for murder. I don’t get his reasoning but somehow it’s “all my fault.” (as far as he is concerned).