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.)
oh no Hens, no such thing.
For a spath, a skill is not something to earn a living with, it’s something to create a facade with! Because normal people ASSUME that if you have a skill you would use it to earn a living -just as you did. But they don’t WANT to earn a living. They just want someone to GIVE them things so they don’t have to earn a living. It’s not lazyness, don’t get confused. They will work TWICE or THREE -times as hard on a con as they would have to work on earning a living. That isn’t the point. The point is that they only feel POWERFUL when they are MANIPULATING someone into doing their will. THAT is when they feel like GOD. THE AUTHORITY. that’s what it’s about.
(((((((((((( hens ))))))))))))))) Thank you.
I do understand where you’re coming from. I’m not upset with you at all. Sometimes, the things you say give me a good swift. um……..well boink over the head. 🙂
I Do appreciate it. I DO listen……but I’m learning to do something right now that wasn’t allowed with spath. To appreciate, respect and walk this road without someone telling me how or feeling like they are. That’s my stuff, not yours, Hens. 🙂
It’s important for me to vent and then THINK….I’m ruminate awhile, but just know that I know that eventually it will pass……
How’s the wieners? Ours is starting yet another slow downgrade with his back issues….
Steroids, pain meds and benadryl work. But he needs another lazer treatment. UGH!
It costs a lot to keep a pet you love, alive even for a little bit longer. 🙁 I won’t push him past his limits, but everyday I have left with him, is another good day.
Rb
Hens,
I was just thinkin about what you said and I’d like to ponder it a bit more with this process.
You mentioned taking responsibility for involvement.
I don’t deny that is truth. I know that INTELLECTUALLY….but even as I say that, the review of the relationshit plays over and over in my head…….
If I accept EMOTIONALLY, my participation, it also accepts what he slimed me with Hens.
A typical OW whore and slut. He wouldn’t be incorrect would he?
He wouldn’t be incorrect. Thus is invalidates every single exploitive thing he ever did to me because of it.
I understand why I took this on. Where I was in life when it happened. My vulnerablities. I knew what was happening, but could not name it.
I was one of those with the thought process of “well he may have done it to HER, but he won’nt do it to ME” attitudes.
So the way I was treated, what he did, ALL of it, was really my own doing.
ANd from so many perspectives he would NOT be wrong, would he?
He slimed me with that Hens.
And he’s not wrong. Is he?
He’s not wrong. And with his correct assumptions as to my role and existence in his life, I have no right to feel violated on the many levels that I feel, as well as the anger involved, the intense sadness.
He won’t even acknowledge me to new love bombs and makes sure I’m more than censored from his life. Why is that Hens?
Because I was nothign more than a whore to him.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see it that way.
My experience is invalid. I deserved what happened to me. And more so because of my participation.
And he has society, his ex wife and his feelings about it, to exclusion of me, to back it up. “She was just a mistake I made”
yep. ANd it’s not untrue is it.
But Hens, if I continue to think of it like that, I don’t see a reason for living. And I’ll tell you why. Not only do I carry the pain of what I’ve participated in, but I can’t grieve the relationshit and the exploitation that i believe it was. I can’t live with the reality that I destroyed lives. Karma. I’m getting mine.
ON his facebook awhile back, he “liked” a site. “Watching karma bite someone in the ass that you hate”.
That wasn’t directed at his former wife. It was directed at me.
I don’t know that I can live with all of this Hens.
Because it’s the old cliche. He’s the hero and she’s the slut.
He spent HOURS on the phone with me bitching me out with all the venom he could muster over how I ruined his marriage. I assumed the blame. ALL of it. I still do. And he treated me as such. In my opinion, that is truly evil, however, I’m understanding that my opinion measured against society and “personal responsibility” doesn’t mean a hell of a lot under the umbrella of extreme abuse, does it?
And he made sure I understood that that is exactly what it was for him. And that the rest of the world knew it too.
RB
Roses –
As long as you give space in your head to the pronouncement from your god that you were nothing but his whore, you will remain stuck. A self imposed emotional beating. Why you LYING like that to yourself? It’s NOT your lie. It’s HIS LIE. HIS excuse why it was okay for him to make you the scapegoat for his behavior? KARMA SMARMA. Carpola.
You need to RUMINATE on TRUTH, not carp. That man, who had the depth of feelings like silicon on chips, was ENVIOUS of a woman who felt EVERYTHING with so much drama and flair. By hooking up with you, it was the closest he came to FEELING and even then, all he felt was not real, it was VICARIOUS through you.
NOT A HO. A woman who FELT emotional things. THAT’s what he tapped into with you.
Hens is right. You is on the easy button. Easier to blame yourself for your sexual nature than it is to VALUE yourself b/c for you being sexy is easy. Not so easy for you to live as an emotionally valuable person is it. As much as you contemplate your navel, it’s still a belly button. Start looking at your heart, maybe you’ll get somewhere.
But… as long as you tilt at the windmill of being the OW ho, you are distracted (With that NONSENSE of KARMA…it’s NOT KARMA, you are stuck in AVOIDANCE!) and avoid the greater pain of wondering if you have more substance than sexy. (The answer is HELL yes.)
Just wish you’d ruminate on what matters (who you CHOOSE to be as a person) instead of AVOIDING b/c it’s clearly dominating your one note rants.
ps This thread is perfect title for you. Back off the ho carp. Reminds me of when I was little and my mother would beat the daylights out of me but if I started screaming and crying before she laid into me, the beating wasn’t as bad. You call yourself a ho so loudly MAYBE so that no one else can? But you FAIL to notice, (other than that SOB who is only scapegoating you as one to cover for the fact that he was so NEEDY of wanting to have feelings that he vicariously sucked off your emotions), NOBODY thinks you a OW ho. NOBODY.
Hi Roses and Katy,
this is an excellent post by Katy to you – Roses.
do not keep beating yourself up every minute of the day. whatever, he thought of you does not matter, it is what you think of yourself, you loved him dearly, he used you, so was my case, I thought he was my dream come true, not realising he had come to plunder my dreams.
Katy is right – they feel vicariously thru us. we are their energy drip, though we get drawn and sucked in thinking they are our energy drip.
please Rose – do not do this to yourself and even stop analysing them, we have discussed so much and if nothing sinks – one thing does sink, – he was not the right dude.
I am not saying that I do not look for answers, I am still at where you are, trying to explain the sequence to my brain of how I got duped, how he fooled me with his sweet words, and I feel so sick to my stomach to learn that everything about him was a lie, I wish at least some part of it was the truth.
However, I have progressed a wee bit in that I do not hammer myself and blame myself.
As Eden said – I was innocent, he brainwashed me that his marriage was a mess, yes, my boundaries were poor and as Katy said, he skewed my moral compass and I was not strong enough to stand on firm gorund, I gave into his lure.
I will cut myself some slack, Neither of us are the kind who go around looking for married men and seducing them, yes I got fooled and I am learning from my experience.
hope this makes some sense.
Rose – NO, NO, NO, NO more of beating yourself. You are a gem, strong mother of 6 kids, I salute you.
petite
Bloomin’, STOP IT.
You have already acknowledged your mistakes. That’s enough.
We all make mistakes. Welcome to humanity. As my Mom would say,”learn from it.” I know that you are up to your neck in the painfull process of learning from it. That’s what life is all about.
Nothing you did, in any way excuses anything he did. He exploited your weaknesses, and played on your desires. He hurt you.
Every human being on this planet has to figure out how to meet their needs in the most efficient way…we try to do it without hurting others, but sometimes we make unwise choices, and we do hurt others, but more than anything else, we hurt ourselves. In the end we look back, and shake our heads i n disbelief. How could I have been so stupid, or so blind or so _______, fill in the blanks.
What happens is a spiritual awakening….a commitment to be true to yourself. A deeper understanding of how to be at peace and how to be happy.
Forgive yourself and allow your self to be angry at him…as long as it takes.
Thanks Kim,
your post to Roses is also of help to me.
I like this sentence – Forgive yourself and allow your self to be angry at him”as long as it takes.
how they play us with no guilt or remorse.
maybe in their disorderd minds they think – “I am so desirable and irresistible, I am helping her to feel good about herself by spending some time with me. I am so considerate of her well being so I offer myself to her”.
totally twisted junk and crap.
petite
Roses ~
I just wanted to tell you that I relate to the “OMG I hope I don’t run into him at a store”.
On February 6 (Super Bowl Sunday) IT HAPPEND TO ME!
I ran to the store real quick to get a few last minute items for SB Party. I had only one more item to pick up when out of the corner of my eye, THERE THEY WERE! Ex-wife, kid and HIM! All of sudden I couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t enough oxygen in that store to sustain me. My heart was racing (not with infatuation but with fear). I stood there paralyzed. I could see ex-wife walk by and go down an aisle (I have great periphial vision). HE on the other hand went to look at some crap he would never buy FIVE FEET FROM ME! My knees started to buckle and I thought I was going to pass out. I had not seen him since September 2010 and have had NC since October 2010, even though he has texted me this entire time, I never answered. After staring at and fondling the dam mini sausages in the meat section cuz that is where I was at, I decided I had to make my move and leave before he approached me with his swauve maneuver. As I was at the checkout, I glanced over toward the produce and he was there looking at me. I did not make eye contact. Paid for my stuff and left promptly not looking back.
I told my counselor about the encounter and that I failed miserably. She said I passed with flying colors because I did not acknowledge him at all. So even though I had the fight or flight response, I did not make eye contact with him nor any type of gesture which would indicate that I wanted to exchange niceties with him in any way. But that run-in did make me feel unnerved the rest of the day! GOD I WANT THIS TO GO AWAY!
As far as forgiveness, my guilt lies in what I did to my husband and children at that time. Getting involved with a Spath. Believing in HIS lies. Falling prey to HIS manipulations.
In the end, after 7 years of broken promises, deceit and lies from Spath, I ended up divorced from a 25 year marriage while he has gone back to ex-wife (who is a psychopath also) without missing a step. I feel HATRED AND ANGER towards Spath. I feel SADNESS and GUILT towards ex-husband. My daughters tell me that my ex-h’s face lights up when he talks to me. We are friends still. He understands what the spath did to me, but after 7 years of mistrust, the marriage was over and for that I do take responsiblity.
I have been working with my counselor to get over the overwhelming sadness and guilt that I feel for what I’ve done. I have apologized to my ex-h and told him he didn’t deserve any of this. He understands, but he is sad because I was the love of his life. Just breaks my damn heart!
Thank you for the boink over the head.
I’m very VERY angry at him. You did really well schnoodle and it’s so odd because as you described your experience that is exactly how I FEEL when I have seen him from a distance!!!! It is INCREDIBLY unsettling and you’re right, it is absolute fear. I fear that I”m going to come UNGLUED if I see him. I have such rage, I fear it. I want to STRANGLE him for what he did to me.
UGH! Schoodle, is your story posted on the blog and I’ve just not seen it somewhere?
Petitie, you are doing really good.
Katy, as always, your voice of reasons draws me right back to reality. Every single frickin time.
RB