This article talks about work we do when we are ready to work on clearing the influence of betrayals from our minds and emotional systems. It is about recovering our feelings of safety in the world and moving forward to create better and happier lives. Those of us who are still battling our betrayers, still clarifying our feelings of outrage or still developing our self-defensive skills may feel outraged by the very idea of forgiving. And so they should. Forgiving is something we do “at our leisure,” later when we have the time to think about restoring our emotional systems to a pre-warzone state. Ultimately we want to be positive, creative, optimistic people — without ever forgetting the lessons we learned in our histories. This article is about what we do, when we’re ready to put it all behind us. — Kathy
“Forgiveness is a dangerous passage.” This is a quote from an unknown source on the white board on my office. It’s been there for years and every time I think about cleaning it off, I think “oh not yet.” The temptation to forgive for the wrong reasons is something I don’t want to forget.
In this tenth article of this series on recovering from traumatic relationships, we will discuss the process of forgiving. It is a bridge between the grieving/letting go and the rebuilding phases.
Why bother?
A lot of people have a lot of opinions on forgiveness. Most religious or spiritual disciplines will tell us that forgiving is essential to our spiritual health. On a more mundane level, we may we aware that our friends and supporters are losing patience with our extended healing process, or may be pressuring us to get over it. On a more personal level, we may want to reenter the world without all this emotional baggage that makes us so hyper-conscious of potential threats that we have a hard time seeing or taking advantage of opportunities for good experiences.
In my mind, the only reason to ever consider forgiving is that we want to free out minds of the residue of anger that hangs on after we grieve and let go. There are other benefits we get out of forgiveness, but the first motivation has to be to improve the “quality of life” in our own minds. It’s a matter of our relationship with ourselves.
In addition, I believe there are a few prerequisites to really forgiving anything. The most important of them is that our suffering is fading. (That doesn’t mean that we’re not still dealing with repercussions of some sort, but that the level of pain has diminished to the point where it’s less important than our desire to get over it.)
The other one is that we have the stability and presence of mind to know that we can forgive without getting back into the situation that caused us all this pain in the first place. If we’re still attracted to that situation or others like it, we’re leapfrogging ahead to forgiving before we’ve done the preliminary work of getting angry at our betrayers, developing defensive skills, and facing the fact that there are things we just cannot fix or change.
What is NOT a good reason for forgiving is some sort of social expediency, because we have to deal with our betrayers or with other people who are not sympathetic or pressuring us to get over it. There are other ways to handle that situation.
Here are some of the things we may be thinking as we approach forgiving:
• These angry or frightened feelings don’t have any place in my life anymore. I want to move on.
• I’m ready to find more interests than this bitterness
• I want to clean up my emotional system so I become more positive and optimistic
• I’m starting to remember how I felt before all this happened, and I want to recover some of that joy of life.
• This just isn’t worth the energy I’ve been giving it
But to forgive, we have to overcome one major obstacle. Fear. Forgiving is actually part of overcoming fear. But we have to face it head on too.
Fear and forgiveness
The progress of healing involves us becoming more and more real about what happened and how we feel about it. In anger, we get closer to recognizing our fear, but our reaction is to throw things at it — blame, threats, vengeance, work on fixing things so it never happens again. In grieving and letting go, we accept the specific losses that we have endured. While that is good work, it also clarifies our vulnerability to random events or to specific threats in the world. We may work on accepting that vulnerability, along with our other losses, but it doesn’t change the fact that it exists.
And so now, our increasing awareness of the costs of our vulnerability raises a new issue. How do we live with the fear?
This question makes sense of all we’ve been through to process the trauma. We may have dabbled with fear in our processing. Asking ourselves “what if” this or that. What if no one ever loves me again? What if I am really too stupid to live? But we never sat down to really look it hard in the eye.
Because fear is an extremely uncomfortable emotion. In fact, if we look at all the so-called negative emotions, including shame and guilt, and do enough digging down, we find fear at the bottom of them. Other than love, it is the most fundamental emotion. And it is the antithesis of love or connectedness. We literally can’t feel love and fear at the same time. One will overtake the other.
Fear is designed to stop everything else until it is resolved. It generates the noises of anxiety and need for immediate relief, while blocking or compromising our ability to see into the future, our ability to fully recognize and enjoy what is around us, and our ability to take the normal risks involved in forward movement in our lives. It eats up our energy in a million ways and drives us toward behaviors that are about nothing but self-protection and relief from the mental noise.
This is why facing and acknowledging the fact that we are afraid can be such a powerfully transformative thing, all by itself. It is a form of clearing away all the intermediate structures of trauma-processing and getting down to the center of it in a totally authentic way. So we are no longer lying to ourselves or pretending. So that we are no longer trying to talk ourselves into irrational ideas about being stronger or safer than we are. So that we are finally clear about the fact that the universe whacked us and we don’t know when it will whack us again. It is out of our control.
This is tough stuff, the toughest of the entire grief process, and until we are ready for it, we can’t do it. Our minds won’t let us. We will slip and slide away into denial or bargaining or anger or another round of grieving and letting go, all the things that we know made us feel better than the stage before. And that is fine. Our minds have their own wisdom, and we face this issue when we have the structural underpinning in place to do this. It’s why the healing process is progressive.
But one way or another, when we come to think about forgiving, we’re going to run into this issue. How can I safely forgive if I really don’t know when I’m going to be facing the same thing again, or something worse? Or vice versa, how can I experience my fear if I’m relaxing my angry alert and protection systems by forgiving?
This trauma was nothing compared to the first one
The experience of trauma is built into our emotional histories. In a way, every trauma we experience is a replay of the primal trauma that every child experiences, the transition from life inside the womb to life out of it. It is the fundamental “expulsion from the Garden of Eden” which transfers us from a situation where we are fed, warmed, held, connected to our source to a new situation in which we are separate and dependent for our survival on things that are out of our control.
The developmental activities of the first four years are actually about the child navigating that separation to acquire certain basic intellectual perspectives and emotional skills necessary to healthy personality formation. It is our first experience of trauma processing. It occurs both on a macro level of gradual emotional acceptance of separation from the “source” and on a detail level of dealing with separate events that trigger fear, disappointment and uncertainty. If all goes well, we maintain steady bonds with our caretakers that allow us to ease into independence, self-soothing skills and the beginnings of empathy.
So we “know” what trauma means from a very early age. One way of describing trauma is that it is an unexpected breach of the rules we took for granted. Or the rules we depended on for our survival and sense of security in the world.
A whole series of emotional reactions to this breach are reasonable and normal. All the emotional stages we discuss in trauma processing, as well as others that we have not discussed in depth, such as feelings of betrayal, rejection or shame. If we go back to the nature of the first trauma, it makes sense that we would feel offended. One day our life is one thing; the next thing it’s another. What are we supposed to think? At minimum, it would be reasonable to think we are being unreasonably screwed with.
This brings us back to the primal argument. Because who, ultimately, is screwing with us? To cut a long discussion short, our big argument is not with any one persecutor in this world, not our parents, not our selfish lovers, not with the truck that hit us. It’s with God or the universe, or however we look at the overall intelligence that organizes this place. Because clearly that big intelligence has forgotten that we were previously important enough to have the suite at the center of the universe, and for reasons not made clear, we have been demoted to just one small, helpless life form in this place full things and life forms that clearly do not recognize our centrality.
Welcome to the first time we felt the fear of being vulnerable and alone. And to the basic human challenge of living with those feelings at the same time we experience love, trust, some kind of internal dignity, and the ability to risk moving forward with our lives.
There is no human being who has not been through this. And there is not one of us who doesn’t live with this challenge on a daily basis in some part of our consciousness.
It’s important to know this, because as we move forward with dealing with our own fear, we also know that some people have found ways of managing it more effectively than others.
The cost of doing business.
We have these bodies. They have their own intelligence and they want to survive. Our spirituality has its intelligence. Our intellect has its intelligence. Our emotional system has its intelligence. (See Daniel Goleman’s books on various forms of intelligence for wonderful discussions of this topic.) They are all integrated and mutually supportive, but the body is the instrument and the house where it all plays out, and one of the body’s primary vocabulary words is fear.
We cannot get away from this, but we can decide what we’re going to do about it. And that is where forgiving comes in.
There are a lot of dictionary definitions of forgiving, but for our purposes in this article, we are going to experiment with a new one. That is, making a decision about how much energy we want give to a certain source of fear in our lives.
This is not about minimizing the damage or our struggle to get over it. It is not about condoning other people’s bad behavior or the real dangers we face in the world.
Rather it is about recognizing something about ourselves. We have done all reasonable work to identify the problem, to protect ourselves in the future, to let go of what we have discovered is now gone, and to face our fear. We know what we are afraid of. Now, we consider a decision about reclassifying the issue as something we may or may not run into, something that is (to some degree) out of our control. We begin to consider whether or not we are served by continuing to let fear of this thing drain resources that could be spent on positive forward movement.
Forgiving is not the same as denial, because we make this decision with full awareness of our losses and our future risks. It involves no forgetting. We respect all the information we have gathered, in case we need it again. We respect all the feelings we have gone through, because they are part of the truth of this experience. We just decide to start withdrawing our energy, turning off that faucet, and shifting our attention to other things.
What forgiving is and isn’t
Forgiving is a decision we make and then gradually follow through, adapting that decision to our own comfort level. It is a decision we make from a position of power over the one thing we truly have power over, our own choices. Especially that supreme choice of where we place our attention.
Forgiving is something we do, knowing that we cannot totally control fear, because our bodies have their own agendas and they will generate fear if they feel it is necessary. So it also involves a deal with our bodies that we will listen to their fear, that we will not become airy-fairy pseudo-Buddhists who try to stuff their fear because they think it’s unfashionable. But we make a deal with our bodies that it’s better for the entire organism if we manage our fear, reducing our investments in fear about things we already know about, and saving our big extravaganzas of fear and anxiety for the surprises.
Forgiving is about trust at two levels. First, trust that certain bad things will happen. We can look at this statistically, if we’re inclined. A certain fraction of people we meet will be destructive emotional cripples. A certain fraction of things we buy will turn out to be unusable junk. A certain number of conversations with our relatives will include uninvited comments about our choices, our characters or our weight. Trusting that these things will happen eliminates the surprise factor and enables us to plan around these statistical likelihoods.
Second, forgiving is also a kind of trophy we get for doing the work and coming out the other side of the trauma processing. In that sense, it is about renewed trust in ourselves and in the universe. What was once a huge deal is now fully digested and just a learning experience attached to some unpleasant memories. We are whole again and on generally good terms with the big intelligence that runs everything.
In all of this, you’ve probably noticed how little I’ve talked about the perpetrator. And I’m sure you understand why. Because this is really something between the various forms of intelligence in ourselves, and it is something between us and the big intelligence that runs everything.
But still we need to get down some practicalities too. So here is what forgiveness is NOT:
• It is not condoning or acceptance of anything we find hurtful, unethical, uncaring or anything else that is bad for us. (We may find ourselves releasing negative feelings about something, when we come to understand why it happened, but we don’t have to. This is not ultimately about them. It is whether we’re ready to move on.)
•It is not about compartmentalizing or denial. We are not “stuffing” it or pretending it never happened. We’re not trying to convince ourselves that we haven’t just been through a battle or deluding ourselves that we’re more powerful than we are. We are just gradually shifting our attention away from it, as we feel comfortable doing so. We are gradually reclaiming our interest in other things.
• It is not a reason for re-involving ourselves with people or situations that hurt us. We don’t forgive so we can jump into that pool again. The only reason we would do that is if we have evolved past the point of being hurt by what hurt us before (something that doesn’t often happen) or if the person or the situation has gone through some kind of cosmic surgery and is now something else. Remember, forgiving comes AFTER we have learned self-protection in the angry phase and let go of whatever got us into this situation. If we forgive because we want to do the same thing all over again ”¦ well, you don’t need me to tell you what you’re volunteering for.
• Likewise, it is not a social cure. If we’re forgiving because we’re embarrassed about being such a bore, or because our bad feelings are alienating our families, or because we want to get along better with people who just don’t get it, we victimizing ourselves all over again. We’re giving away our authority over our own feelings, and trying to force ourselves to feel something we don’t, in order to be accepted. If it’s really important that we not communicate the full force of the outrage or grief we’re dealing with – like in a work situation or in court — we can do that. We can selectively choose where, when and how much we share, while we continue to work through our trauma privately. The ability to do this — letting some people in and keeping others out — is good practice in developing the skills of conditional trust.
• There is no reason that we have to forgive people to their faces or even let them know about it. In fact, if we’re really ready to stop wasting energy, we probably won’t. We don’t just stop bothering with them in our heads; we stop bothering with them in real life. We avoid engagement. If we have to spend energy on some kind of mop-up or dealing with continuing drama from their side, we handle it with an eye toward ending all of it, because we want to be done with it.
Finally, forgiving is not an all-or-nothing thing. Nor is it a carved-in-stone solution. We don’t say, “Oh, I’ve decided it’s not worth caring anymore about what he (or she) did to me, and now I have to not care about the new thing he (or she) is doing to me.” It doesn’t work that way. Forgiving is a way of allocating our own resources. If new circumstances require us to grab a sword and slay a few dragons before dinner, then we do it. After we come home and shower, we can decide whether we’re ready to forgive the loss of our afternoon, or if we need to spend more time processing that little irritation.
And if we absolutely feel like we must announce our decision to forgive to the sociopath, here’s a suggested forgiveness note:
I’ve decided not to give you any more attention. I’m not going to track you down, hire a hit man or sue you for theft or mental suffering. I’ve dealt with my losses by myself. But don’t confuse this with weakness. The next time you show up, it won’t be such a pleasant or profitable experience for you. I also advise you to you grow up, for your own sake. Not everyone is as forgiving as me. As Henry the XV said to a murderous friend, “I pardon you, but I also pardon whoever kills you.”
In the next article, we begin on the wonderful topic of becoming who we want to be.
Namaste. The wise emotional accountant in me salutes the wise emotional accountant in you.
Kathy
Thank you,Oxdrover. Its obvious that you have been through years of pain and hell on earth to be able to get to the peaceful, accepting place you are in now. If youve been able to do this, to save your own life, then there is hope for me. God bless you, your an amazing woman!Thanks for the good advice. Ill keep on reading,blogging and learning. Thank god for you great people! love, geminigirl.
Dear Geminigirl,
Yes, it is so painful, but the only way I have been able to handle it is to realize the boy and the man are NOT the same individual.
In reality, my other sons (as men) are not the same as they were as children either. We have now become more friends than parent and child. We do have the background of genetics etc but in reality ALL my “babies” are gone. sometimes I miss even the good sons as children, I can no longer hold them on my lap, in fact, they can pick ME up! LOL
I’m sorry that any parent has such an experience, like a mama chilcken hatching out a duck! They didn’t turn out to be what we expected them to be for sure! If we are lucky, they will swim away from us!
Thanks Kathy for sharing that part of your story of your son with me.
I think that it is a really good thing that your son is also wanting a diagnoses and is willing to take medications to see if these might help him.
My son is like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole most of the time. He doesn’t fit in. Even with his peers. Definately not within a regular school structure. The problem as I see it though is that his thinking pattern is so different than the rest of the world (including those his age) that he seems pretty convinced that the “world” is all wrong, and he is “all right”.
He is very smart and instead of that working for him it seems to work against him. He has the attitude that he knows more and is “above” the rest of us and is “entitled” to alot more because of this.
He is not willing to try a different type of school structure because he has decided he doesn’t need school. The “rules” don’t apply to him because after all these rules are made by the school, teachers, myself etc and he feels he knows more than us anyways.
I feel that he spent most of his time in school thriving on winning power struggles with each of his teachers. He flunked each of those classes and yet I think he thinks he WON.
A letter came in the mail yesterday stating that he was in fact repeating the 10th grade next year. This letter was no shock to me, evidentaly more of a shock to him. As he disputes it. Letter also stated that he had 8 credits total and needed 10 credits to be a junior. Regardless what the letter said he told me he is in fact the 11th grade and those credits don’t matter. So even when presented in “black and white” my son still believes what he WANTS to rather than the facts of the matter.
Deaar Witsend,
I am glad to see you still keeping up on LF, hope your computer is back working. I’ve been so busy here haven’t had much time to be on either.
The denial of reality is definitely part of the problem with any person, psychopathic or normal, denial of reality keeps us from fixing what is broken, because we deny it is broken.
The entitlement mentality keeps people frustrated if others don’t agree with them. It seems from your description that your son has a high level of both entitlement and denial of reality.
Having VERY SMART kids is a definite handicap, as they are as far from the “average” as the retarded kid is, and the child who is mentally challenged is given more empathy and help from the school system than the kid who is “too smart for his own good.” I sure had that problem with mine, and it is like square pegs and round holes. My one was ADHD and didn’t fit, the other one was a P and didn’t fit either—unless he wanted to snow someone. He did have friends, but he started running with the “trashy” crowd about the time he decided to be IN CONTROL and dumped his good friends because they would not have gone along with that kind of life–theft, etc. Also, his good friends were pretty close to him in IQ and so he didn’t “stand out” above them intellectually and I think he got NS from being around the dumber kids who would follow his lead because he was the smart “leader”—yea, right into prison! He felt so superior to these kids who were not as bright as he was. He always seemed to want to “stand out” in a crowd—–he got his narcissistic supply from doing that.
He was/is so darned stupid about how much he thinks he KNOWS. LOL It is really laughable how crude he has become, and how superior and elegant he THINKS he is, how SUCCESSFUL even while he sits in prison,he sees himself as a SUCCESS and his brother who is NOT in prison and has no criminal record as a “failure” DUH!
How as your other son’s wedding? did you hav ea good time?
((((hugs)))) Love Oxy
I wanted to share an experience I had last night after I wrote on this blog.
I was so angry at My (N/P) for stealing the appliances, my commercial mower, etc., and all of the emotional turmoil that he has put me and my family through, that I sat down at my computer and composed an email to send to him. It was direct and to the point. No name calling, just telling him how I felt about what he had done. I decided to read it to my 18 yr. old son who said “mom, don’t send it. He has no feelings so you will be wasting your time and only giving him more satisfaction knowing that he is still making you miserable.”
I thought about it and decided not to send it because if I did the terrorist would have won. It was very cleansing to write to him, even though he did not receive it, and I thought how amazing that my son had so much insight. He kept me from contacting that monster and made me step back and look at the situation and myself.
My son’s are truly amazing. They grew up in a very dysfunctional family with an addict for a father and a co-dependent for a mother. Their father is an educated man who has amzingly held on to an administrative position making a very good salary, hence giving him the money he needed for his cocaine habit.
Some kids would turn out like the parents, but mine chose to focus on school and music and are very successful young men. They are the joy in my life. I learn something from them everyday, and yesterday I learned a very valuable lesson.
RE: Forgiveness and my neighbors discussing my problem. Jane, I do not have any problem with my neighbors discussing what happened to me. Many of these folks were my source of support during my nightmare. In our tiny community, what my ex did made the (Kansas City Star Newspaper) when I sued her for defamation, libel & slander — and was paid $65,000 by her (homeowners) insurer. It would be like people in L.A. not discussing the O.J. Simpson case 15 years ago. While I do not want to make this “forgiveness article” about myself, I have pasted below the very first letter that I wrote to LF in March, 2008. This was my first step toward “recovery”. I must infer that many people did not see it or remember it. So, for the edification of those who care, please find below my “orignal” letter to LF which was sent in March, 2008. If you have seen it ”“ please ignore.
March, 2008
I apologize, in advance, for the length of this missive and any redundancies you may find. Before I begin, like so many others, I must say that finding this web site has been very helpful. I am not sure that this is the right “place” in the blog to post (for the first time) my feelings and experience. I have found that every area has a little piece of me and my story. I feel a sence of empathy and angst from most of the stuff I have read. It is a wonderful outlet.
“People do not get it— “Rumination is not easy to get over—”Hard learned truths—”I cannot talk to most people about this—”How do I forgive (& forget)” etc. ”“they all ring true with me.
However, I have not found one to be like mine. In fact, both of the marriage counselors that attempted the “emergency, triage, rescue” of our marriage said: “Yours is, undoubtedly, one of the very meanest and cruelest (and sad) cases we have ever dealt with.” These 2 doctors had a, combined, 60 years of marriage counseling experience between them. They were not prone to hyperbole. I realize this is not a contest ”“ I just seek opinion and empathy and fellowship ”“ just like everyone else. I have inferred that a majority of the contributors are women. I am a man. Also, what my spouse did to me and our 3 children was sudden — no, previous,years of psychotic behaviour. But wait”
What happened to me has made the papers in our city because of my ex-wife’s bizzare behaviour. I apologize for the length that I think is about to spew out of me. I will try to give the, “Cliff Notes” version to keep it as short as possible. I also ask that you accept what I say here at face value. It is so bizzare and freaky that I, literally, would have bet my right hand if someone would have predicted what my ex-wife did begininning in July, 2006. Even writing this is difficult. It is something out of a Franz Kafka novel.
I married “Sherri” in 1998. She had 2 children, a 4 year old boy & an 8 year old girl. I also had an 8 year old daughter and instant step siblings were created. It was a fantastic family and a fantastic marriage; I loved her and she loved me deeply. By every estimate and every opinion of,virtually, everyone — Ours was considered to be a strong, loving, giving marriage and we were best friends and lovers. She would have walked on glass for me and vice versa.. I raised her boy and girl as mine and she was step-mother to my daughter as well. The two step-sisters were inseperable and shared the same bed and went to school together for 10 years ”“ graduating in 2007. I had brought “Sherri” into our small, affluent community. I had lived in another home here with my first spouse. I introduced her to the community and she was welcomed and became part of the community. We travelled around the world and she only had to work if she chose to. That was 25% of the time. I always earned enough to support us in a comfortable life style.
Then it all happened:
November of 2005 I had to (suddenly) begin chemo ”“ for 52 weeks. Fortunately I had a very lucrative disability policy which allowed us to live in our beautiful home and not go bankrupt.
Sherri was also working at that time and travelling (in the company car) over a 4 state sales region. She was gone 3 to 5 days a week and never had to be my caretaker while I was on my back during chemo. She was earnng $85,000 at this time.
June of 2006 she came home at 10:00a.m., in her company car, and found me in the bathroom ”“ vomiting from that day’s chemo treatment and announced: “I just quit my job and have met a (28 year old tatoo artist- she’s 46) at a bar 2 days ago that I love and I tried to steal $28,000 from our bank account — but they stopped me.” Something was obviously wrong.
As part of my chemo treatment, I was seeing a Psychologist and a Psychiatrist — they routinely prescribed the, anti depressants that chemo neccessitate. They also provided counseling on a weekly basis as part of my insurer’s, “Chemo Management Plan.” They had know me very well by this point and asked that I bring Sherri in to see them — immediately. After 14 visits (several with both Doctors in the same room) over a 10 day time span, Sherri was diagnosed as having the following:
“Sudden onset bi-polar ”“ with a personality disorder, with metalogical to pathological tendencies” They suggested that, with proper medication and therapy she could, quite possibly, come back into the real world. It was not to be. She went into total denial, declared that there was nothing wrong and would not need any treatment of any kind. When told that they were advising me to divorce her as I could not fight cancer and her simultaneously, she replied, “I don’t give a F***!” A den mother and social committee volunteer! At this point I had lost 42 pounds from the chemo. At times my health was so fragile that it was really touch and go. I sure could have used her support then ”“ but it was not be. It was the exact opposite. The battle plans of a crazed woman were launched. That what she did (in comparison to her, life long, behaviour) is so beyond normal experince I can barely describe it.
She began drinking, doing drugs and staying out all night. I would get the (3) children off to school ”“ and she would be gone for 2 days! Remember, I was on chemo at this time! When I asked her, “Did you think you were going to quit your job, live off of my disability check and have an affair with this 28 year odl?” She answered, “Yes, yes I do.” A week later I filed for divorce.
After filing for divorce, I rented her a home 1 block away from ours so she could move there with her kids and they could finish the school year. The 28 year old boyfriend moved into her rental home that very same day! Imagine, my step-children had a complete stranger “replace” me on day one! I did not realize she would (in October, 2007) marry the 28 year old and buy the home. That is correct, she lives 1 block away with the (unemployed) tatoo artist in our tiny, gated, community. I am forced to see them daily.
2 weeks after moving out of my home, she snuck over and stole my 2 dogs. I let her take 99% of the furnishings; I was in a big, empty, house by myself. We had agreed upon separating that I would kep the dogs; she renged and announced, “I have changed my mind.”
She stopped all communication between her 2 kids and myself. I have not seen nor spoken to them in 2 years. She stopped all communication with my daughter (“Sherri” was her step-mother for 10 years)! When I told her that “Rachel” missed her and was hurt and puzzled that Sherri went incommunicado, Sherri replied, “F*** Rachel!” When the psychologist suggested that the children not be used as “Pawns” — Sherri replied, “They are my pawns to use as I like.”
But it got worse — much worse.
Shortly after separating and moving one block away, it became known that Sherri had ask her boyfriend to put a “hit” on me. Yes, she was caught (via e-mails) of hiring someone to kill me. When we went to court, the judge yawned, acted annoyed and refused to do anything other than issue a restraining order which read (in part): “Sherri shall not engage in threatening conversations nor share private information with others (regarding her husband)” That is it! Nothing more. Sherri dramatically ripped the restraining order to pieces in the, courthouse, parking lot and said to me and my attorney, “F*** you.”
Then the lies, defamation, slander and character assasination began in ernest. Over the course of the next 15 months, Sherri worked earnestly at telling every neighbor, friend or aquaintance the following:
1) Ken was diagnosed with: “Sudden onset bi-polar ”“ with a personality disorder, with metalogical to pathological tendencies” (BTW, the psychologist predicted she might do this ”“ claim that I had the very same mental disorder she was diagnosed as having).
2) Ken is a, Mafia, hitman (I am in the financial sevices industry).
3) She and her children had to seek shelter at the center for battered women.
4) Ken is a (CIA like) computer hacker that traced and tracked anybody’s phone calls or e-mail messages at will.
5) Ken is not on chemo, he is away at (heroin) re-hab in Phoenix Arizona.
6) She told neighbors that if they did (financial planning) business with me, that I would steal their personal identity information and purchase homes around the U.S with their credit.
Incredibly, there were a few neighbors and friends that actually believed her story. As absurd as it sounds and contrary to everything they knew about me for 15+ years — I learned that there are “friends” in this world that prefer “dirt” to the truth. To say she cleaved our small community would be an understatement.
After 6 months of this, and many letters from my attorneys asking that she cease and desisit spreading lies — we had to haul her back into court. Once again, the judge took no real action. He issued another restraining order which said (in part): “Sherri shall stop spreading lies about Ken.” That is all. He never did seem to care and had an attitude of disdain. She also tore that restraining order to shreds in the parking lot of the courthouse and said to me and my attorney, “F*** you.”
Remember, I was still on Chemo at this point, spending what ultimately turned out to be $22,000 in attorney’s bills (just for myself). I was extremely week and had neither the will nor the strength to go out and “counter” her lies.
In January 2007, I took an 18 day trip to Costa Rica. The chemo had ended 60 days earlier (it worked ”“ I am alive and healthy). Upon returning, I had a sherriff knock on my door and hand me a document stating I had to be in court the next morning (January 19, 2007) at 8:00a.m. for an, “Emergency ex-parte stalking / abuse / restraining hearing” Sherri, in her own handwriting, went to the courthouse and swore out a complaint stating that I had come to her home on 6, different, occasions. Specifically, January 1st, 2nd, 5th, 7th, 12th and the 15th. When we went to court, my passport and airline tickets showed that I was near the equator (in Costa Rica) from December 30th (2006) to January 17th (2007). Obviously, everything that Sherri claimed was a total lie. The judge did not grant her the (stalking) order. When my attorney asked that she be held in contempt of court for blatantly lying ”“ the judge said “No.” When my attorney’s asked that my legal fees be paid by Sherri due to her, obvious, lies and the time wasted in court — the judge said, “No.” BTW, men getting shafted in court vis a vis divorce — is par for the course in my state. In the parking lot of the courthouse she, once agan, screamed “F*** you.”
Oh, have I stated that she went completely, 100%, incommunicado since the day she moved out. She has only spoken to me once. And, as I said earlier, Sherri cut off all communication between me and the children. She also forbade her kids from speaking with my daughter — their step-sibling of a decade. That is just, plain, cruel.
The divorce was finalized in, August, 2007. But the pathological lying continued, unabated. Finally, I had no choice but to file a libel / defamation & slander lawsuit against my ex-wife — and her homeowners insurance company (under the, liability, portion) Farmers Insurance. In March of this year they paid me a large amount of money to drop the case. She also had to sign a letter allocuting to all of her lies and had to give me the two dogs back (which she had stolen 18 months earlier).
It would be so much easier if I had 10+ years of an awful marriage; this simply would have been the end of a bad thing. But, that was not the case; we had nothing but great times and true love. THAT IS WHAT MAKES THIS SO HARD. It was sudden, unexpected and so very violent in her utter silence and going incommunicado.
10 days prior to her, personality, disorder surfacing, Sheri gave me a card in which she had written the following words: “If God were sitting next to me now I would thank him for sending you to me. You have been a wonderful husband and the most perfect (step) father I could have ever wished for my kids.” This type of letter from her was quite common and I felt the same way. When we were talking to the psychologist, he asked: “Sherri, 10 days ago you wrote these words to Ken. What happened in the intervening 10 days?” She could not answer; she would just stare out of the window and say, “are we done yet?”
And all of you are correct, nobody wants to hear about this. Most people say, “”just get over it.” Or, “after 2 years, are you still talking about this shit?” Or, “I can’t believe that; there are always 3 sides to a divorce, his side, her side and the truth.”
I never got to tell ’em my side. I never got closure.
The Doctor’s called the multiple traumas I experienced, “Shakespaerean trauma.” I guess because it was so sudden and dramatic:
1) I was extremely ill and on chemo.
2) My spouse became (mentally) ill.
3) We were forced to divorce and our family destroyed.
4) When the chemo ended ”“ I was unemployed; my job had been eliminated.
5) My $400,000 home cracked in two pieces ”“ literally. The dirt shifted and my home split in two. Insurance does not cover this damage and I had to come up with $25,000 for emergency repairs.
6) During this 24 month nightmare, I had 16 (yes 16) close friends, neighbors and relatives die; I was a pallbearer at 9 of the funerals.
Six, major, traumas hit over a short period of time and I survived. Both psychologists said that there was one piece of good news. I, they said, am an “extremely strong” individual. They have had patient’s suffer nervous breakdowns and become hospitalized — who had less trauma than me.
That is my story.
Ken Pallante March, 2008.
RE: Forgiveness and my neighbors discussing my problem. Jane, I do not have any problem with my neighbors discussing what happened to me. Many of these folks were my source of support during my nightmare. In our tiny community, what my ex did made the (Kansas City Star Newspaper) when I sued her for defamation, libel & slander — and was paid $65,000 by her (homeowners) insurer. It would be like people in L.A. not discussing the O.J. Simpson case 15 years ago. While I do not want to make this “forgiveness article” about myself, I have pasted below the very first letter that I wrote to LF in March, 2008. This was my first step toward “recovery”. I must infer that many people did not see it or remember it. So, for the edification of those who care, please find below my “orignal” letter to LF which was sent in March, 2008. If you have seen it ”“ please ignore.
March, 2008
witsend, this sounds incredibly hard for you. And I think your situation is worse than mine, though there were times when my son seemed just as obstinate in refusing to deal with reality.
When I found the diagnostic criteria of “disordered thinking,” I was glad to see someone put words to this thing. But with my son, everything seems to come back to one of two things. A nervous system issue that makes him prone to massive anxiety. And a kind of learning or self-management disability that gets in the way of his handling rote or administrative work. The two seem tightly connected and no one has been able to figure out how this chicken-and-egg are connected, and how much life trauma plays into it. (Because there is plenty of trauma that has evolved from it, which is complicated by growing up with me. I have similar nervous/learning issues, and my own background which lead to a difficult childhood for him.)
I think the major difference I see between your situation and mine is that my son will try to accommodate authority, because he wants positive feedback. He sometimes acts cocky, but it’s more an attempt to draw attention to what he’s good at. He’s not a law unto himself, and he feels failure deeply. Having been through some really hard knocks when he left home to live independently, he’s interested in what will help him.
I wish I had some experience or advice to offer you. I wonder if there are support groups for parents with uncontrollable children. If there aren’t, there should be. Sharing notes about the difficulties of working with the schools, social services and even the professional diagnosticians would probably be helpful, as well as an emotional relief.
My heart is with you.
Kathy
jfog1, I love your story. My son has done the same for me. He wasn’t living with me through most of my relationship with the ex-S, but he was close enough to observe it and my difficulties afterward. He has a very sharp understand of my ex’s character.
It really helps to have someone who knows all this. I don’t lean on him, but I do occasionally ask him what he thinks. And he’s kept me from acting out of emotion, doing something I’d regret later, more than once.
Blindsided
Mate (sorry I’m English!) what a story……. thought mine was crap till I read yours!
What a testament to mind over matter!
It’s that ‘oblivion’ attitude that eludes us isn’t it? That ‘so what?’. Hard to believe that someone you have spent years around and building a life with can just switch off. After I found out the true nature of the cheating, lying, manipulative, controlling, womanising (yes prostitutes too) sociopath that I was involved with, he said, “it was only a few dates” – the same man who had been swearing undying love for me and our life?
You’ll never work them out! You’re not supposed to. You weren’t in it – you were just ‘useful’.
What a sad, barren landscape their minds must be.
All strength to you Ken – keep believing – good things happen to good people – eventually………… sociopaths? Who knows? They seem to get away with it – maybe our only comfort is that at least we live with a handle on reality and humanity. All things considered, I prefer to think in my time on the planet, I tried to live by a code of integrity and honour – old fashioned I know – but what else do we have if we don’t have that?
You sound like a a ‘good man’ and very brave bloke.
Nighty night.
Escapee
Ken, that’s like a bad dream. A lot of trauma, but the rest of it more or less the travails of life. Your ex-wife sounds like stories I’ve heard about LSD-induced psychosis in people who just happen to be chemically vulnerable to it. Bang, out of nowhere, you’ve got a different person and one that’s seriously mentally ill.
I don’t know how you ever can get to the kind of perspective to forgive. It’s really about trying to reduce your emotional investment in a trauma you’ve pretty much processed through. Just mop up. How do you mop up after a situation that keeps on re-traumatizing you. Maybe not as powerfully as the first shock, but you can’t ever depend on it being over.
You know a lot of my thinking is based in Buddhism. And the Buddhist would say that our attachments are the cause of our suffering. My last few articles have really been about releasing attachments that are no longer useful or good for us.
I would not presume to try to apply those ideas to your situation. I don’t know what you can let go of, in order to find some peace. And it sounds like you have resources in your life, in terms of personal support and hopefully some financial stability. In some ways, this is an annoyance, but a big one, like a two-ton mosquito trying to take a bite out of you whenever it gets the notion. You can’t really afford to stop paying attention to it, and every time you do, it reopens old wounds. This is really tough. I don’t have any simple wisdom to bring here.
It sounds like you’ve gotten good advice, and you’re dealing with it as rationally as you can. But it’s a kind of prison. An affliction that you can’t escape.
I’ve written here before that I had several overtures from connected people who offered to “take care of” my ex. Though there were times I wished he would disappear in a puff of smoke, I wasn’t tempted. First, because I knew that, once beholden to these people, I’d never get them out of my life. But more, because I didn’t want to live with the knowledge that I’d done that.
Later I found a Machiavellian streak in myself to deal with him after the relationship ended. I didn’t have anything like the challenges a lot of people do here. I needed to keep him away from me, and ensure he never got entry again in my spheres of activity. It requires some effort to be that like, at least for me. But it was important enough to me that I started fighting fire with fire. It didn’t make me hate myself, but I had to keep track of it. Question myself constantly about the end justifying the means, and not get too enamored of myself as a sharp operator. It’s not who I want to be, though it was nice to know I can do it, if the need arises.
I truly hope that things change for you.
Kathy