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.
Star,,,Yes I still work for the Lady, she is moving and cant do with out me, she gave me one hell of a bonus because of all the xtra work I will be doing. Once the move is completed I am not sure how much time she will give me. The marine is back in his cage in his state at the moment. I will just avoid him when he comes for a visit. The new owners of her estate want to hire me to keep the grounds as I always have. Anyway I am off to help the lady today, first on the list is fix lunch…lol….
Kim if I won the lottery I would tip you a million buck a roos….hugz
Hens, that’s actually pretty awesome that the new estate owners want to keep you on!
And, ditto the million dollar tip. I’ve waitressed and tended bar, and it is one of the most demanding jobs imaginable, and tips are so vital. I always “over-tip” good service, simply because there are those people out there that stick to the 15% rule without having any understanding of how frigging hard waiting tables and restaurant work is.
I have to chuckle because I worked one of those civic club dining rooms, at one time – you know, like Elks, Moose, or Antelopes? Well, this was way back and the lunch specials were about $2.00 for sandwich (with chips and pickle), soup, beverage, and dessert included. It NEVER failed that every Thursday, a group of blue-haired women (probably Bridge Club or some shit) would sit down, order the specials, and run me ragged for refills, too much mayo on chicken salad, etc….and, they would leave me one dime, each. So, a group of 8 women would leave me eighty cents as a tip for serving them for over an hour. LMAO!!!!!!!
Brightest blessings
Yup. I have a church group that comes in every Weds and Sunday night. They walk through the door anywhere between 9:30 and 10 to 10. I get off at ten. I take a drink order from each one as they dwindle in, one at a time. I bring their drinks and take a food order, hang the ticket…deliver the food as they play musical chairs all around the resteraunt. They get up and stand in front of tables blocking my way. A child always gets hurt.
The rule is, if I want the tip, I complete the process…wash all dishes, roll all silverware, wipe all tables, check them out (individually) at the register….if I want to leave at ten, my relief gets the tip.
Mean-while, my relief walks in and starts her inspection of anything she wants me to do before I leave…then she goes out back and gossips with the cook.
I usually get about 12 dollars out of the ordeal, and get out the door at almost 11.
There is no public transportation here. We are a tourist driven community, and most people who live here have a lot of money….they dont need a bus system.
I worked a lot of hours to buy my bike and I love it…it gets me around this island.
I just tremember a time when I was happy having very little. A good meal and my own two legs, an old bike.
It’s just frustrating to work so hard and spend my time off having to problem solve.
I’m waiting for my daughter to come and get me, so I can take care of the phone peoblem, before I go to work.
Thanks guys for the input. I think I’m going with Net 10. 750 minutes that can be used as talk text or web, for 25 dollars…only problem is you can’t have the great phone that makes web-browsing a dream…you get the phone you won’t want to web-browse on. I only use about 250 minutes a month.
Yea, Kim, I know the kind of co-worker you mean! I’ve also waited my share of tables….and got my share of customers who didn’t tip.
I tip well if a server is acting like they care if I have service, but if one is standing by the coffee urn and gossiping while I am out of tea for half the meal, she better not count on a tip…if she is running her arse off and I am out of tea, that is another deal altogether, she’ll get the tip. I try to pay for RELATIVE SERVICE….depending on how busy the place is and how much running the waitstaff is doing. Also ATTITUDE and friendliness.
I never have figured out your place with the waitresses having to wash the dishes from their tables, Must be a very small place.
I went back to college as an adult because I didn’t want to have to wait tables for the rest of my life…and you know…the only difference between waiting tables and what I did was you don’t have to wipe their BUTTS, but I made more money than when I waited tables.. LOL I’m not sure which is the best deal. More money and having to wipe their butts, and less money and only having to wash their dishes. LOL
In this economy, though, just be glad that you have a job and are able to be independent and have your own place.
Glad you decided on a phone..that is soooo frustrating. I’m having that kind of trouble with the internet hook ups and DSL service is only a mile or two down the road but is NOT coming here in who knows when. The guy who is NEXT DOOR to it is really frustrated. I think I would dig a ditch to my neighbor’s property and get DSL service. I kind of did that with natural gas service for heating and cooking…My land comes down to the highway where there is a gas hook up, but I am half mile back in the woods, so when we built our house back here in the woods we dug a trench to the highway ($1700) and got natural gas back here….and it “paid for” itself in decreased utility bills the first year or two.
Internet service is the pits, and have tried “everything” and finally settled on the best that I think is available…but you know, it is something we have to contend with for not living in a “big city” where there are towers everywhere.
I am always nice and polite to a waiter or waitress, even if the service is bad, I dont want nobody spittin in my food. If the service is good I tip genorously. If the service is bad I still tip 15%. There are so many physcopaths that like to eat out and treat the help bad…just because they can get away with it. I saw on the news where a woman threw a glass of water on the waitress because she brought the wrong food, but the woman still ate the wrong food before she stormed out. I have heard to many horror stories about what waiters do to rude customer’s….i dont think I could be a waiter, but I know a few waiters that make a killin waitin tables….
Woah, Skylar. You actually crossed paths with Green River Serial Killer?
Shane,
yes, when I was 15. I hitchhiked everywhere.
He was nice to me though because he only killed hookers. That’s how he justified his stupidity. There is actually a video of him saying that he was “cleaning up the trash” in the streets. If that’s the case, then why did he have to fornicate with their dead bodies afterwards?
I have a spath BIL who is a cop and he said basically the same thing: “my job as a cop is just a job as a trash collector, except I collect human trash.”
Spaths are all alike, they really don’t see people as anything more than objects.
Anyway, I didn’t realize it was the GR murderer until almost a decade later. I was watching TV with my spath and saw a show about him and his mugshot.
Holy cow. That’s a crazy story. Glad you weren’t what he was after. But how freaky was that to realize, 10 years later. I had referred to ex Bastard as “human garbage”, quite regularly, in the first couple of months of the aftermath. Now, “Clone of Satan-Ambasador of Hell”…or sometimes, “His Holiness”, as he was the most Narcissistic entity you could ever imagine. They are all horrifying. Thanks for sharing that story.
Shane,
well maybe when they call other people garbage, they are just projecting.
But I want to do everything I can NOT to be like the spath because their entire purpose is to turn us into them. That’s why I don’t call them human garbage. So when I say, that maybe they are just projecting, I mean that perhaps they believe themselves to be human garbage and want to accuse others of what they, themselves, feel they are.
I know my spath believed he was a demon from hell, a vampire and a neanderthal. He was trying to figure out why he was so sadistic and evil and those are the things he came up with. He missed the truth: he’s a fetus, who can’t get past the time when he lived in his mother’s womb and did nothing but suck nutrients from her while expelling his waste products to her. I was supposed to be his substitute mommy, I guess.
off topic but i PAID OFF MY MORTGAGE TODAY..MY HOME IS PAID IN FULL ~! WOO HOO ~! EAT YOUR HEART OUT SPATHBOY, WHO’S COUCH ARE YOU SLEEPIN ON TONITE?