Forgiving oneself for making bad choices is never easy, and I know there are authors and posters on LF who are true experts in the area of self-forgiveness. But let me come at this from an angle slightly different than my usual Lovefraud fare.
It’s often just plain hard to bust a flat-out liar and deceiver. And it’s often suprisingly easy to effectively flat-out lie and deceive. Let me say this again: it’s pretty easy to live a life of deception, making it no big accomplishment to deceive the brightest, most astute, most sensitive people.
Lying and deceiving, and doing them well, even over long, extended periods of time, duping anyone and everyone in the process—again, my point is that it’s not nearly as hard to do as we might tend to think, and so it’s really nothing for the exploiter, however slick or not he may be, to feel especially proud to be so good at. Because fraud, and deception, just aren’t that hard to perpetrate.
And the converse is more important—it’s often really easy to be victimized by liars and deceivers, again highlighting how relatively undifficult it is to lie and deceive effectively, and NOT how dumb one is to fall for the lies and deception.
The truth is that few, if any, of us were raised to enter relationships vigilant for exploiters and imposters; not one of us, I suspect, ever took a formal course in how to identify exploiters and other sundry disguised frauds in the context of “intimate” relationships.
This just isn’t something any of us goes to school for; it’s not something any of us expects to experience; and so, reasonably, we think we have much better things to do with our limited time than to strive to become experts at imposter-busting.
Seriously, how many of us really want to spend our precious little time in this short life in the paranoid, depressing undertaking to become, if it’s even theoretically possible, skilled at unmasking exploiters?
Sure, there are professions one can enter if this is one’s bag—to bust imposters. But marriage and intimate relationships are not “professions.” We assume, with statistical support behind us, that it’s unlikely that the individual we’ll become (or have become) involved with is likely to be a pathological liar and deceiver.
Of course we know anything’s possible, but it’s still, statistically, a low enough risk not to compel our constant vigilance, anymore than the risk of contracting relatively rare forms of malignant cancers should necessarily compel our vigilance and dread.
Now some pathological liars may be excellent at their exploitation skills, but more often than not they are just good enough exploiters to perpetrate fraud successfully for the reasons I’ve suggested.
Does this abdicate us of our duty to heed signs that may, sometimes, be discernable? Of course not. As I’ve written in prior Lovefraud articles, we want to give ourselves the best chance possible, against odds already stacked against us, to bust deceivers and imposters. And as I’ve written elsewhere, sometimes those signs are present, because many exploiters are really not so good at disguising signs of their venality, and some of them are, in fact, really pretty bad; and sometimes, for many possible reasons, we do a poor, ineffectual job at recognizing and heeding those signs.
But it’s also true (and it’s the emphasis of this article) that often these signs are not present, or not obviously present enough to overcome the basic (and I would argue, healthy) state of trust with which we enter intimate relationships. Because again I note: for understandable reasons, we simply don’t enter these relationships naturally suspicious of, or vigilant for, corruption in our partners.
We simply aren’t on the lookout to be exploited, and for this reason, as I’ve suggested repeatedly, this gives the exploiter an enormous edge for, by definition, he is preying on the least suspicious of his potential victims—those who love him.
Consequently this makes him ultimately cowardly, incredibly cowardly, not his victims foolish or gullible. Let me say this again—this makes the exploiter incredibly cowardly because, among other things, he is preying not on gullible fools (as he may perceive, contemptuously, his victims to be), but rather on those who have entered into a relationship with him on a natural, healthy pretext of trust (thereby making them the least challenging, the easiest, victims to defraud).
This reminds me of the bonding exercise in which one partner, demonstrating trust in the other, agrees to fall backwards in the faith that the receiving partner will catch and protect her. This isn’t gullibility at work but rather natural trust and faith she is risking that her partner will catch her, and not let her fall and injure herself. The exploiter in this analogy as if goads his partner into falling backwards and then, instead of catching her, as she should reasonably expect he will, he lets her drop and so injures her badly. And she, the victim of his deception, is left to feel shocked, betrayed and wounded.
Staying with this analogy, she, the victim, may not discover how treacherously her partner has let her fall this until much later, as the horror of his history of lies and deception begin, shockingly, to emerge.
And so I suggest to all who have been betrayed and exploited by perpetrators of fraud, especially (but not exclusively) in the context of an intimate commitment, I say to you, cut yourselves some slack, some serious slack. You are not naïve. You are not gullible.
We live in a world which makes it relatively easy for exploitive personalities to injure others. If we were all paranoid, living in a paranoid mindset, this might limit our risk of exploitation; but most of us, thankfully, are not paranoid. We are not living in a mindset of vigilance to be screwed-over by others, especially those we rightfully deem least likely to hurt us.
This confers the advantage to (and all shame on) the exploiter—and should leave his victims comfortable in their ultimate dignity and innocence.
(This article is copyrighted © 2010 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the attitudes and behaviors discussed.)
hi gem, you sound beautiful!!
I am so glad you are feeling better! You have been through so much,
you deserve to enjoy yourself now and forever!
Shabbychic, Thanks so much darling! Howare you going by the way?
Isnt it a relief, when we truly start to GET it,and move on with our lives, without these freaks?
I have learned so much from LF and one thing I HAVE learned is that theyre ALL THE SAME!!.
Doesnt matter if they pushed us out of THEIR body or we pushed them out of OUR body.Whether they were our lovers, girlfriends, wives, husbands.
They are ALL SPATHS its NOT OUR FAULT and no, we CANT CHANGE THEM!Ever! NC forever is the only way to go!!
Tell me how your going and what your doing!
Love,
mama GemXX
Y’know, Oxy & Gem,
I’d had my hair long most of my adult life, but in 88, when I was with my last hb, I got a bad cut & ended up having to cut it all off. He & I (a really good guy—not SP atall….just we were good friends & married & shuda stayed friends) got a divorce later that year & I went off with my short hair into my 14 yrs of living blissfully single & alone—totally fulfilled….ridin my Harley, trimmin my trees, buildin stuff, workin construction, fixin my car & my bike & everything that hadda be done. And feelin great about it.
It was me & my dog(s). And my friends & my kids. And I kept my hair in a boy cut the whole time…..perfect for my head & face shape & my lifestyle. And was skinny as a girl bean, runnin around in my leathers & my jeans (& my spandex!) with my suspenders. A guy asked me once why I wore suspenders all the time, & I said, “so nobody will f*** with me.” ADAMANT. I made a button for myself that was a circle w/ a bar across it & wore it on my suspenders…when people asked me what it meant, I’d tell ’em it meant NO.
Flat NO. Don’t f*** with me. At All.
And then I met J. And I let myself become a weakly little girl…..I let my hair grow long & I hid behind it & HIM. I gained weight like an old house cat & wanted to hide because of that, too. I lost my balls. I lost me. I lost 8 yrs. But I think I see them over there somewhere & I’m gonna start heading that way to pick them up & keep on going. 🙂
Yep. If we allow it, & they see we’re willing to roll over so they can scratch our bellies, they’ll take it all away from us….& just lay there submissive, eyes closed….oblivious to what we could be doing if we just got back on our feet & walked on away. And with my “inner butch” coming back out 🙂 & back in my littlest jeans again, I like the way I look when I’m walking away!! LOL!! Yeah!
I love yall! I’m so glad I found you!
Im so glad you found us, too!
And you know what? Were now way STRONGER in our broken places!!When you break a bone, an it re-sets itself, it builds up scar tissue, round the former break. Its stronger than before!
And so are we!
NOTHING in our lives wil l EVER be as bad again as when we were with these sadistic freaks!!
Should we feel sorry for them, or have compassion on them because they are half human?
Hell,no!We have to get the f-k away from them, we cant save them,{because they wont acknowledge theres anything wrong with them-they blame every bad thing on us!}
Onwards and Upwards, Excelsior!!And two fingers in the air to them!!
Love, gem.XX
gem, I’m doing ok, have good and bad days, thanks for asking 😀
I’m hanging in there with the rest of ya!
I get it, I’m just trying to get OVER it!
You will darling!
You know Ive just admitted a terrible thing to myself re my 2 spath daughters. I know a Mother is supposed to love her kids for ever, no matter what, but you know what? dare I admit it and say it?
I LOATHE and DETEST them both!!. I HATE what theyve turned into, and it wasnt my FAULT!!.
I dislike them intensely. I have NOTHING in common with these bitches.
They are control freaks, conniving, cruel, using,horrible people
Im supposed to FORGIVE my spath D. for denying me ever seeing her 3 kids,{now13,11, and 2.}
Well I DONT forgive her, I bloody HATE her and the torment shes knowingly put me through.She is no longer the sweet little girl I loved.
God may forgive her, but I CANT and wont. Sorry. Cant do it.
Actually it is freeing me to admit I dont love them any more.
I F–ing LOATHE them both.If that makes me a bad Mother,so be it!
Ive done nothing wrong, I am being punished for nothing,
God where is the Justice in all this? This hate and anger is in some ways cleansing.Its kind of catharsis.
Love,
mama Gem.Xx
Now Im feeling guilty again for finally admitting that NO I DONT love them any more, I F—ing LOATHE them a nd what theyve done to me, mentally, physically and emotionally.
Im so TIRED of pretending that yes, Mummy is still here, and YES Mumsy still loves them.
I F–ing HATE them for their insane cruelty ,and sadistic treatment of me when all Ive EVER done is show them love and care.
I HATE WHAT THEVE DONE TO ME, Ive always trie d to believe in Justice, wheres the justice in there appalling , inhuman treatment of me?Its splitting me in two, trying to keep pretending I still love them and all is forgiven. NO IT ISNT!!
It F_-ing ISNT!! Its doing my head in, trying to pretnd I forgive them, I F__INg DONT!!Mama Gem.
let the guilt go gem. everyday, work on it. you hate them, and it is a reasonable SELF PROTECTIVE response to what they have done.
i have a hard time with hating, or rather that i hate. but i do. and i know EXACTLY why, too.
hate them until you feel your sense of value flowing back into you. stop hating them when it is too heavy for you to carry anymore. it is never about them from here on in – but about you and how you restore yourself to yourself.
hating our families is outrageously hard. it leaves us untethered in some way. thankfully your have a good husband and young friends to love up. the two terrors have burnt out their right to claim you as family, and the privileges of family that one naturally extends.
you never have to forgive them. ever. i am still trying to figure out what the mechanism might be that i end up using – something that unhooks me from the spath – not forgiveness, but something along that line. it will be about letting her go on some level, which is what forgiveness is about. hmmm, maybe all i can/will do at some point is stop actively hating her. because hating is hard on me – not because you doesn’t deserve every thought of loathing that goes her way.
Geminigirl,
No one said that becoming a mother meant you had to be a door mat for the rest of your life. We have preconceived ideas about mothers being like the Virgin Mary, all saintly all the time, no matter what. It’s a fallasy, a false belief.
Nothing could have changed the direction of your daughters disorder. I’m happy for you that you were able to start a new life with a nice man and adopted children. Isn’t family really people we love and who love us in return? It’s not people who use and abuse us. I’m not looking to be a saint anytime soon.
So sorry about all that they put you through and what they continue to dish out. You are on the right path and spath daughters do have compound interest of karma coming back at them, every spath in history has had a sad demise.
hi hopeforjoy, how goes it?