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.
Hens,
LOL yes I had. Actually as I woke up from it I could remember I’ve had some before over the past several years, mostly about finding a good stall and lack of privacy and therefore me not going. Guess I solved that issue, LOL!
When they feel as empowering as the one I had you wouldn’t mind them!
Just had a small incident around the corner where I live. Some guy (of Maroccan origin) passes me and mumbled something, and kept mumbling in a disrespectful, angry tone while he continued his way, loud enough in the hope I’d hear it. I originally completely ignored him as if he had been air. I decided eventually to look around and noticed him turning once in a while to look at me again as I kept walking. So, I then decided to be confrontational, and I waited until he looked agian and gave him the finger.
It was of course exactly what he was waiting for, coming charging towards me (it is broad daylight at the moment), sticking his hands in his pocket as if he wanted to grab something. Though I thought for a moment he might grab a knife (little chance of it being a gun), however, I did not back away. THere were also some women waiting at the pedestrian light, which was red as he came charging. Turned out he tried to get his cellphone. Anyway, so he shouted, “Hey, I’m a Maroccan!” and I replied, “So what? Does that give you any excuse to behave abnormal? Does that make you own the street?” (I do know they are at the end of Ramadan and they are more on edge). He continued to namecall me and other expletive remarks. While I kept a distance I stood my ground literally and made myself even taller and I asked him outright, “What are you? A sociopath or something?” After that I turned around and ignored him. He needed half a minute to recuperate and start namecalling again. I walked on but lingered until he was around the corner again before I entered the door to my building.
I know, I know, I deserve oxy’s skillet. I gave this agressive guy the drama he was seeking on the street at broad daylight. On the other hand I stood up for myself and called a spade a spade. I probably would not have done so by nightfall, or when there hadn’t been enough witnesses present. At the very least I received sympathetic smiles from them.
What I noticed in this little street show-off was that what tended to stop him in his tracks and confuse him was me putting my accusations in the form of a question.
Shame on you Darwinsmom – isn’t there some sort of law against mouthing off to strange Moraccan’s, or should I say pointing with the wrong finger? Lesson here – never confront a Moraccan during the last days of holy season.
STAR – Thanks so much for the invite to your zumba/salsa party, but I will be busy that night. It’s polka night at the VFW and I think they are serving pecan pie on a stick.
love ya both – behave
hmm – I got the bird and honked at twice today..and I am a macaroni..
Milo,
Hehe… Well I knew he was looking for an excuse for a confrontation and I thought it over before I gave him the finger. I knew what would come when I did, and I consciously chose to do it. He’d get what he wanted, but “be careful what you wish for”. Eventually he had to droop off totally unsatisfied and as frustrated before he picked me as his scapegoat.
It’s all well to do Ramadan to be cleansed and as a holy path… but insulting passer-bys shows he doesn’t really understand the ritual imo.
I sure wasn’t wearing anything provocative (trousers + shirt/blouse and sunglasses and my hair in a knot). I just walked by and he called me a whore.
Lesson here for him – don’t call strange, innocent passer-bys names not even at the end of Ramadan :-p
Darwin’s mom
BOINK!!!! BOINK!!!! Yes, you do deserve the skillet twice! Sounds like the guy was CRAZY and it isn’t a good idea to provoke crazy people no matter where they are from!
Sometimes they will kill you if 1,000 witnesses are present, so it is better to keep on walking QUIETLY!
We have more than our share of nut jobs here with and without guns!
So you behave yourself now! Don’t make me get the BIG SKILLET! Your head will be flat like Henry’s! LOL (((hugs))) 🙂
Hens ~ that had nothing to do with pasta, that was me honking at you because you drive like an old fart !!
Was that you Milo? tailgating me at 50 in a 45mph speed zone? texting on your cellphone? well if it was I hope you got where you needed to go without killing somebody…
and was that you that honked at me because I could not turn left into oncoming traffic so you could get your blue hair to the liqour store?
That was me for sure. Next time get the heck out of my way. I was almost late for bingo.
lmao – it’s a good thing I didnt have my paintball gun or you would like a rainbow snowcone..