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.)
😀 A waste of hate. Yes, everything is a waste concerning those lovely living creatures.
Sky
That is a really beautiful and accurate description.
My exPOS was a sax player. He was GOOD, but there was passion missing. He went from this “passion” to piano, which he’s only proficient at and thinks he sings really well (nope, he actually sucks), but he wanted to be good at stuff he wasn’t good at….when his true talent was sax……..so fragmented…………can’t explain….
But true that his proficiency at music, was the same as it was in bed.
lack of passion.
Roses,
Yeah, mine was always talking about how everyone should have a passion for something.
Shortly after we met and he saw that I had little interest in being one of his groupies, he started researching ultralight rotorcraft. Then he made me buy him one (but I made him pay me back). After that, he had to have a helicopter. He switched passions from music to flying helicopters. Dropped one passion for another like a spath drops one woman for another. Nothing will ever make them happy.
Sky
I saw that with my spath ONE HUNDRED PERCENT…………in thinking about it, the only “passion” he held for any length of time was softball each season….but that was the longest. He stopped doing that too, with lots of excuses…….it seems to have gotten worse as he has gotten older…….the inability to stick to one thing for very long………even house projects. He could do things here or there, but it didn’t last. Big plans, no follow through or we would go shopping and he would plan to change his kitchen, but then no follow through with the cabinets he wanted to put in. Wants to paint his kitchen (he’ll suck new gf into doing that though to ‘help” him finish and/or do it), but never follows through.
There were times he DID follow through but the work was shotty or not with any passion……..I can’t describe that…….he built me two bookcases once…….and at first he said he’d do it without charge for materials, but then he attempted to charge me for the materials LOL………he built them and they were INCREDIBLY shotty……now, looking back, I wonder if that wasn’t done on purpose……….ya know? I can’t explain….I use to think he was SO wonderful because he could build things…and he use to take GREAT PRIDE in that he’d do it for his wife……but the bookcases were shit. He had to repair mine, more than once……..
I remember one night, he started playing piano….with these weird shorts on (no underwear underneath, so this was suppose to be sexy? At the time I thought it was lol), and he played and sang to me, then we sat and sang together while he played…then I asked him to play his sax to a Chicago song. I was having SUCH a good time…………totally oblivious to the fact that, ultimately, he was not into this at all………he had a great stereo, surround sound in his house with this unbelievable collection of CD’s……I was playing a lot of them…anyway…all of a sudden, he disappeared…..while I was listening to the music……I asked him to come back, but nothing………..he got bored. He just left. left me sitting there, uncomfortable having fun in the moment…….
He’d gone to bed.
So many times like that. How could it not be that way with someone else too?
RB
SHIVERS at reading the part of this article about the bonding exercise, where the partner falling backwards expects the other partner to catch her. Ummmm, the spath was a big fan of WWE and was constantly bugging me to let him “pick me up” in a wrestling move. I never let him!!! Why? I guess at some level I really didn’t trust him – another red flag waving in front of me – which, as the article points out, I’ll have to cut myself some slack for not knowing what it meant!
Today marks one month of NC, and 3 weeks since I realized his TRUE identity. Days have gotten better but nights are still hard –
I want to be free of this relationshit.
I want to be done.
And I don’t want to EVER have this happen to me again.
I want to be DONE!
Vall,
I gotcha. I totally understand what you’re saying and it makes sense as to why I didn’t want to even go to bed with my spath in the end.
I didn’t trust him to catch me when I fell out of bed anymore.
Let alone any other way.
RB
**Note to self…….
Falling out of bed is NOT good!
🙂
ValleyGirl,
Congratulations on a month with no contact. That is so great. Although it can be hard, especially at night, it gets better and and easier with time. Nights were hard for me too, and it wasn’t that he and I spent many nights together. I think that it is at night, when we are alone and have time to think and reflect, we may tend to get lonely within our process and our loss. You are going to see/experience a shift very soon. And when it happens, night time will not necessarily be so hard. I do understand, as I had truly been there, myself.
Much love,
Eden
Yeah, for a while he stopped bugging me about it, then became more persistent. Things like that, I just laughed off, even though he was serious about it! Would he have let me fall? I don’t even want to think about that!
I thought I trusted him, but lately what I’ve been thinking about is how I’ve been “conditioned” to just overlook certain things, the way my mom did with my dad, and I have also done so in previous relationships.
There’s so much good advice here, but in the future one of the things I will remember is “don’t listen to what they SAY, watch what they DO.” It’s true – so much slipped by me because I wasn’t LOOKING, it was easier to just stay on autopilot.
I’m trying to move forward but it seems there are still some things to process from my past – family dynamics, relationship patterns, etc.
Too tired to think much tonight – overwhelmed again at work, starting to feel burned out with job, think I need to take some time off. TGIF…