Finally, you realize what is wrong with your romantic partner: He or she is a sociopath.
Finally, the behavior that was so confusing makes sense. The person you loved, and who you thought loved you, has a personality disorder. Now you realize that anything your partner told you could have been a lie. Now you know why your partner could be so cruel, then tell you how much he or she loved you, practically in the same breath. Now you realize that there never was any love, that your entire relationship was exploitation, and nothing more.
Now what do you do? How do you move forward? How do you recover?
Many of your friends and family tell you, “Just put it behind you. Get over it. Move on.” You are particularly likely to hear this advice if you were “only” dating the person, not married.
The friends and family dispensing this pithy advice probably were never involved with a sociopath. They don’t understand the depth of the betrayal. When you split from a sociopath, it is not a normal breakup. The intensity of these relationships makes the end incredibly painful.
Relationship and addiction
The sociopath initiated this intensity in the beginning of the relationship by showering you with attention, wanting to be with you all the time, claiming that you were soul mates, and painting a glimmering picture of your future together. You, never having experienced such adoration, believed that he or she was head over heels in love with you. Even if you felt misgivings, you suppressed them and focused on the promise of happily ever after.
Then, sooner or later, the sociopath did something to make you feel fear or anxiety. Perhaps you caught your partner lying or cheating. Perhaps he or she suddenly became enraged—you weren’t sure why—and threatened to end your relationship.
Whatever it was, the bliss that you felt in the beginning was shattered, and you wanted it back. You asked what was wrong, tried to work things out, perhaps even apologized for something that you didn’t do. Eventually the sociopath relented, and you kissed and made up.
Then, the whole cycle started again: Intense attraction. An incident causing fear and anxiety. Relief. Around and around it went.
This process has a profound psychological effect—it actually makes you addicted to the relationship. That’s why it’s so hard to break up with a sociopath. You’re not breaking off a relationship—you’re breaking an addiction.
Choose yourself
Addictions don’t just go away. Anyone who has quit smoking, drinking, drugs or any other addiction knows that it’s hard work. You must choose yourself, your health and wellbeing, over the addiction. Then you must work on your recovery, day in and day out.
A relationship with a sociopath is the same. You cannot simply “put it behind you.” You cannot fully recover by locking your internal devastation into a closet, never to be opened, while attempting to go through the motions of living. If you try to do this, you simply end up with an emotional cancer within you, eating away at your life force.
The solution is to choose yourself. Make a commitment to yourself that you will recover, and then work it, day by day.
Steps of recovery
The first step is No Contact. Get the person out of your life. Stop seeing and talking to him or her. Block emails and text messages. Don’t visit his or her Facebook page.
This will be difficult in the beginning, because, remember, you are breaking an addiction. You’ll feel a compulsion to contact your former romantic partner. But if you do, it’s just like an alcoholic falling off the wagon. You’ll be back at square one, and you’ll have to start the recovery process all over again.
The secret to breaking the addiction, as they say in 12-step programs, is to take it one day at a time. So commit to yourself that you will not contact the sociopath today. Then you make the same commitment tomorrow, and then the next day.
The longer you stay away from the sociopath, the stronger you become.
Deeper healing
Getting the sociopath out of your life is only the first part of your recovery. The second, and most important, part, is healing whatever made you vulnerable to the sociopath in the first place.
We all have vulnerabilities—it’s part of being human. We have internal fears, doubts and injuries from our past. Or we have dreams and ambitions—these, too, in the practiced hands of a sociopath, can become vulnerabilities, when he or she promises to make them come true. But generally, the sociopaths target our weaknesses, because that’s the easiest and most effective way to hook us.
Usually the weaknesses boil down to a subconscious belief, deep within us, that we are not good enough.
We rationalize that our mother ignored us, or our father abused us, because we were not good enough. We assume that an earlier romantic involvement failed because we were not good enough. These ideas may have been deeply buried, but they still caused pain, and pain created vulnerability. Sociopaths can sense vulnerability like a shark senses blood in the water.
Releasing the pain
How do you recover from these deep wounds? You acknowledge that they exist. You look at them and allow yourself to feel the associated emotions—pain, disappointment, fear, anger, rage, numbness—and then you let the emotions go.
This is a process, and is best done in private, or with the help of a competent therapist. You’ll find that you have layers and layers of pain, and as you release one, another rises to take its place. You may find yourself crying, wailing or stomping to release anger. You work your way through the layers of emotions, acknowledging, feeling and releasing.
You can’t do this all at once—it’s too draining, and you still have to live your life. In fact, you should intersperse these sessions of releasing with times of treating yourself well, and feeling joy at whatever goodness you experience, no matter how small.
True recovery isn’t easy, fun or instant—it takes work and a commitment to yourself. But the rewards are so wonderful: Release from old traumas. Life lived with peace and lightness. The opportunity for true love and happiness.
It all begins with making a decision to recover.
Thanks ((Star)) for the nice words…
I acquired the name: “Dopey Dupey” when I started taking
Lexapro. It has helped me AMAZINGLY. Don’t know where
it has been all my life. I should have found THAT before the
ppath and perhaps all this never would have happened.
You are sweet.
Hope you are doing alright.
I have been BURIED in my cave for a very long time.
The quieter it is about me, the more I love it. I want
nobody and let nobody close very often anymore. It
just isn’t worth the risks to myself.
Dopey….just another hens and Dupey thing…hahahaha
that naughty hens. hehehehe
Blessings sweet Lady…
Dupey
xxoo
Milo!! So good to see you! And now I’m suddenly craving pecan pie on a stick. LOL Remember that discussion?
spoon: hey ~ happy to see you MF..
hope the road is being good to you.
12 days seems like a lifetime after what I just went through.
It seems like a Bahamian vacation on the southern most tips
of the islands, where the water is crystal blue and you can
see to the bottom which is white sand…ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I am calming down but doing so very apprehensively.
I know what SNAKES are all about, you see.
Lure me into a false sense of comfort and then spring the
ultimate attack; hm? That isn’t going to work out so well
for “IT”, I am afraid. It is just frickin SAD that something
that used to call itself MY BEST FRIEND has turned so ugly
and rabid. Seriously. I can’t trust him anywhere around me
anymore. I trust NOTHING “IT” says or does. Never again.
I can’t even stand to speak to him. Which I haven’t done in almost two years now. I refuse to speak to “IT” on the phone any more. Ever. I have it BLOCKED from my life as tightly as I can and never respond or reply to anything and there has been TONS of minions along the way. Trust me. Each a mini nightmare all on their very own.
I too hope that ugliness is gone FOREVER.
For the rest of ETERNITY. I danced with the devil,
himself, and I know what that is all about; trust me.
“IT” “IS” the sorry one…
people who abuse other peoples kindnesses and contriteness of heart and soul will burn in hell.
Perhaps it is already burning in hell and that is why the stalking has ceased. Hm?
You are a sweetheart too and I can read your gentleness through the writing. You take good care of yourself, no matter what happens and always be true to yourself and remember your value and your worth. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE and we don’t need validation from ANYONE to tell us. Least of all from a ppath/spath.
Blessings of peace and joy to you…
Dopey Dupey
xxoo
Well, it bothers me that anyone would call you dopey. But if it makes you smile, then I’m good with it :).
And thanks, I’m doing better than okay. I am surprised at how happy I have been feeling lately. This morning I was in my Zumba class feeling so happy that tears were leaking out of my eyes – tears of happiness. I also felt it all the way driving home, and I still feel it now, even though the condo painters broke my flower planter jumping my balcony fence to paint the doors (grumble).
Last night I had one of the most memorable nights of my life at the salsa club. Men asked me to dance all night – I never once sat in 3 hours. My special friend J was there, and dancing with him was truly the highlight of my evening. I like him so much, and I’m reasonably sure it is mutual. So far, it’s just dancing two nights a week. No dates or anything like that. I brought my camera and took some group photos with Mark the teacher and several of my classmates all dressed up. Jacques arrived later. I watched him dance with these advanced women and was just amazed. I think he may be dating one – oh well, there go my chances at being a cougar one last time. 🙂 I myself was solicited to dance by some very advanced male dancers, and I was able to keep up with them quite well and follow their lead. A few times I missed a move, but we just laughed, covered, and moved on. In one moment of confusion, I was dancing with John and the song we were dancing to was a Zumba song. I was really confused, envisioning the Zumba routine in my head while John was twirling me all over the dance floor. Ironically, when I went to Zumba class today, they played that same song, and I finally go to do the zumba routine. At the club, there was another guy who was a total beginner. After the initial lesson where we all rotated around, and I gave him a few pointers, he actually waited all night to ask me to dance. He said he wanted to dance with someone he could have fun with, and the other women were not too much into having fun. I think that may have been an exaggeration, but I was so flattered by the compliment. We did have fun when we finally got to dance. Another very attractive guy there was a good male lead but at one point he did some move where he threw me into another couple. Then he had his arm around me part of the night like he owned me. It really put me off. I kept looking for my friend J to rescue me from all these sub-stellar guys. 🙂
I know I’m going on and on, but I have honestly never been so happy and content with life. I never thought I’d ever feel like this. I have a girlfriend taking me out to dinner tonight, and then I’m going to another local salsa club for more dancing, possibly meeting up with one of my Zumba lady friends there. Life is good, Dupey. Life is good. What a hard trek it’s been. But I feel like I’m arriving into the present moment where I can choose to be whatever I want. I find that what makes me happy is making other people happy. Recently, I raised $325 from the office staff for our Spanish-speaking cleaning people from Peru. They are in their 80’s and cleaning offices for a living. They are very poor. When I gave them the money, they cried and hugged us and went on in spanish about how grateful they were. I know this made their year – it’s a lot of money to them. It made me ridiculously happy to make them happy. And it took such a small effort on our part to do it. I LOVE being the person who makes these things happen.
My next venture is to book my Zumba club for a Zumba party on my birthday. I will invite my boss (who is now also a Zumba freak), my co-workers, and my new salsa friends. We will have an hour of Zumba and then maybe do some salsa dancing afterward. I’m so excited, I can hardly wait till October!
Hugs to you, friend!
((Dear MiLo)) I am doing quite well these days, MF…
Happy to read you.
It’s always hens’ fault…hahahaha
shhhhh! don’t tell him I said that.
ncht, ncht, ncht….
why I oudda`~~!!!!!!!
whooo-whooo-whooo-whooo!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yJBhzMWJCc
mwah!!! xxoo
Think of you often with love, MiLo.
Dupey
Milo, it’s very good to see your name again. I hope you are well 🙂
Dupey, perhaps we should re-baptize you with The Edge?
Back_from_the_edge is exactly what I feel like too.
I never saw such a state of evilness as I just witnessed.
It’s chilling to think there are people like that among us.
People who pilfer, manipulate, rob, steal, traumatize and
torture people without conscious nor remorse.
It’s true.
The gates of hell itself flung open and I got to peer into that vast darkness where “IT” resides and spends it putrid life.
Baptized is right.
Baptized by fire.
xxoo darwinsmom
hope you are doing well.
Dearest Dupey,
Your story, your return from the edge fills me with sadness and joy. It is surely bittersweet but it also inspires me and I am sure others here. Ya know my sister once said to me ….”It just goes to show how strong you are strongawoman. You withstood all of that and you’re still here”
And now I am passing that little gem onto you my friend.
So happy to hear you, to read that you are here.
Thanks Darwinsmom ~ just trying to shift from summer days to school days – not a fun time of year.
How you doing?
Dear strongawoman:
I am sorry that my story fills you with sadness and joy at the same time.
It seems like it’s suppose to be one or the other; hm? At least for me, it has seemed that way far too long.
Bittersweet is exactly the correct definition.
I am so happy inside to know that my story is inspiring someone else because then it makes my sorrow and my misery worth something. To know that my misery is helping somewhere, somehow, to bring a greater good, that’s most important to me. Not whether I have suffered or not.
Thank you for your wonderful words of inspiration.
They mean so much to me.
I am tired, strongawoman.
The ppath has knocked the fight out of me.
I just want to lay in my quiet cave and rest.
Yes, I have survived.
That, in itself, is a true miracle, so I am told.
Not many do end up getting away from something
like that. So, I do consider myself fortunate that
I didn’t end up in someone’s freezer or buried under
a back shed somewhere. Hm?
These ugly things sneak up quietly…
almost un noticeable so you have to watch and be ready.
I prefer just not living that way any longer.
Period.
Thank you for being happy that I am still here.
Love to you from far away, Dear Lady ~ xxoo