by Quinn Pierce
Today, after a trip to the psychologist with my children, I watched my ex-husband run to open the door for a very pregnant woman who looked extremely tired in the day’s intense heat. She immediately broke out into a grateful smile, her whole body relaxed, and I could see the combination of the cool air conditioning and the sweet gesture of this gentleman turned her whole day around.
But for me, it was like watching a car accident in slow motion. I was all at once sick and mesmerized by what I saw. I know it doesn’t sound like much of an incident to cause such a reaction, but it was so typical, and predictable, and”¦calculated. And that’s when I realized why it was so difficult to try to explain to other people what it was, exactly, that was so ”˜terrible’ about this man.
The Chameleon
He always portrays himself as the perfect (whatever the situation calls for). He can read people, anticipate what they need. He is the perfect chameleon at any social gathering. He could be at a dinner party one day praising new government reform, for example, and then stand on the sideline of a soccer game complaining about the very same policies- and with conviction each time.
I still don’t think, to this day, that he has ever had his own opinions about anything. He doesn’t need them; he only needs to know how to blend in, fit in, and be well liked by others. Even if he doesn’t like the people he’s joining arms with, it doesn’t matter, as long as he can paint himself likeable in their eyes.
Playing His Game
I used to watch him flip his alliances from person to person and think it was because he was insecure. It annoyed me, but to be honest, I learned how to use it to my advantage. I could get him to agree to things in front of other people that I knew he would refuse if it were just me asking him.
For example, he was against our child taking medication to treat depression, so I brought it up at a dinner party where there were doctors that I knew approved of treating children with medication. By the end of dinner, he was encouraging me to make an appointment. I didn’t care if he thought it was his idea, as long as my child could get treatment. In a sense, I was playing his game, but to my advantage…so I thought.
The Set-Up
I didn’t realize how well planned this strategy was until we separated. All of a sudden, I found myself trying to explain a reality that only I saw. Friends, family, acquaintances, they all saw the persona he had presented over the years. I, on the other hand, was a very private person, and I learned quickly that being private was not a trait that would serve me well in the eyes of onlookers. What’s worse, not only was he cultivating his identity, but he was slowly planting seeds of my proposed ”˜instability’ and ”˜mental illness’.
He constantly told me I was crazy when we argued; apparently, he was describing me as being mentally unstable to family and friends, as well. I actually received several phone calls from ”˜concerned’ family members asking me what medication I was taking and who my councilor was, because they thought they should call her and check in to tell her about my actions. I was stunned. My husband knew I was finally strong enough to leave him, and this was his way of turning my life upside down and taking away my credibility in the public eye.
Feeling Isolated
I had very little support from family or friends when I went forward with my divorce. That was a totally separate grief process for me. I felt as though I had been stripped of my identity. My family actually helped him move, found him an apartment, and continued to interact with him on a friendly level. I was chastised for getting upset- after all, I was the one who kicked him out and ruined his life. It was nearly too much for me to bear at times.
It has taken me years to figure out how he was able to present himself as a compassionate, empathetic person, a caring and loving father, and a respectable member of society. I certainly believed he was all of these things for much of our marriage. But I eventually could see through this façade, why couldn’t anyone else?
Playing The Part of The Perfect”¦
I think the answer is quite simple, actually. He may not be capable of feeling certain emotions, but he is acutely aware of what behaviors represent these emotions. He knows exactly what society deems respectable, kind, considerate, etc. He understands what characteristics make a man seem like a great father. He can play the role without meaning any of it.
That is why he will show up at every doctor’s visit for the children, every school conference, every sporting event. For him, it’s essential. Plus, he enjoys it; he loves the attention. In reality, I could probably write down every significant statement he’s ever made at all these appointments combined on one sticky note.
In other words, he’s just there for show. But not only that, he wants to make sure I am not defaming him in any way. He often accuses me of embarrassing him, setting him up, or manipulating him when I say something that contradicts him. He’s found it much easier to not say anything at all these days.
Today’s appointment was no exception. We did a complete overhaul of my child’s medication after years of trying different things with adverse effects. My son cried, my other child hugged him and sat next to him the whole time. I was asking desperate questions and trying to make sense of the options versus the side effects. The only input my ex-husband had during the entire appointment was small talk about chewing gum.
A New Reality
And so, when we left the appointment, and he ran to open the door with his fake sincerity, it made my skin crawl. But when one of my children turned to give me a raised eyebrow and a smirk, I realized it didn’t matter what the outside world thought about my ex-husband or me.
My children are also able to see him for what he is. My decision to divorce this man is giving my children an opportunity to grow and strengthen in a healthy environment. I don’t need to ”˜prove’ his real character to anyone. I only need to continue being myself: a woman who is getting stronger by the day, and a mother who is helping her children do the same.
Revjanice-
Have you filed a complaint about your attorney with the bar association?
JmS
Revjanice, Blossom, and all,
Try not to let the lawyers get to you, if at all possible. It is a tactic they use. My ex’s lawyer (unethical, but laughably inept) was used to dealing with a marginalized and disenfranchised population, I believe. He constantly tried to threaten me, sneer at me, intimidate me, etc. I paid NO attention to him, and pursued things the way I believed was right. He was pretty shocked–and frustrated–when I did not cave into his ridiculous demands. It actually provided a bit of comic relief throughout the whole dismal proceedings…
One more thing to remember: lawyers play a percentage game. They try to average things out. That may be good with someone who plays fair, but not an spath. You need to fight (and get your attorney on board) for your rights!
Best to all of you in the throes of the nightmare of divorcing an spath!
Oh, and re: photos. I am not giving my ex any. Not that the photos spark warm memories for me and my children–we realize everything in our past was false. But we don’t see why a person who is a lying, perverted sociopathic embezzler would even WANT the pictures. Unless he would want to use them to perpetuate his charade of loving family man. Supposedly I am to give him half the pictures. I am going online to print out some generic photos of families, which I will put in a few frames. It shouldn’t matter much–they are exactly as real as our life was with him.
LL Mequon,
I got a chuckle out of reading your idea to go online and print some generic family pictures and framing them,lol! That’s exactly what spaths deserve!When I went through the photo albums,I took out any wedding pics,any clear pics of me and so far,I haven’t given him pictures of the girls.
When I left the house I had my purse, and a book bag for a class I was attending. I was covered in bruises from head to toe, a class mate noticed something wasn’t right and confronted me, and my story poured out, and she and a few other class mates basically would not let me return home. (My counselor had me to a point where I had called a domestic violence shelter earlier in the week, but it did not serve my county. So I was ready for their ultimatum). Sadly it is also part of the reason I originally did not get the kids, because I did not get them until 2 days later from school on a police officers advice. It apparently proved I was not that concerned about their well being. But as the saying goes the rest is history.
I never was allowed in the house again. Although 10 months in the courts made me be the one who stated what I wanted from the house AND what i thought my ex should get. Like I could remember every detail of what we owned that far in. I think my ex and his lawyer were shocked at how much I did remember. So my ex is the one who has the photos.
Through it all i have been blessed by wonderful friends who helped me replace my wardrobe and fill my home with furniture. It may not look as “nice” as my old house, but it is full of love, peace, and joy. I still ache when I think of some of the sentimental stuff like pictures that are gone. But 10 months after I left i had nothing from the house, but my clothes, that I got 4 months in. And I had written it off as if there had been a fire or flood. So I have much more of my stuff than I did then. Several in my family have gone through their photos, so I do have some pictures of my kids.
My “last laugh” my oldest is a senior. Her dad asked her over the summer about her plans for senior pictures. She told me that her response was I was the one that cared about pictures, so I needed to be the one to schedule them for her. This even though I am sure she is aware enough to know her dad could have afforded much nicer ones. And ironically, her outside photo shoot was cut short by rain and the photographer sent an email this week offering to take a few more, and added it might be a good opportunity to get one last family picture before my daughter left home. What the photographer didn’t know when she made the offer, is it will be the only professional family picture I will have. What an unexpected blessing. We have the picture scheduled for three weeks from now. I am so excited.
Talking about family pictures. I don’t have many pictures that show us as a happy family because I now know that this entire family thing was a lie. When my husband took a photo of me and I did not like the way I looked in it he told me “too bad that’s the way you look, ugly and fat”. In the mean while he purchased apps for his I phone to hide sexy photos of his mistress behind calculator apps or secret “vaults”. In emails I found he complimented her his sexy and hot she looks. 5 minutes later he would tell I don’t look the same as when we got married 20 years ago. Thinking back now there were so many signs showing he is a narcissistic sociopath who enjoys inflicting pain and suffering on his family . I still cannot believe that I let him abuse me for over 20 years. Today 6 months after he discarded me I have to laugh at the lies that I remember occasionally. They were so outrageous, why did I believe them. Because I wanted to, I loved this man with all my heart. Often I waited a year or more for him to return from army deployments. I moved to places that were never my choice but the army’s. I supported him throughout his military career. He never had to worry about the welfare of his young son. I gave many jobs that I truly enjoyed on support of his career. So yes it still hurts sometimes when he puts all blame on me but like I mentioned before whatever comes out of his mouth is worthless. He now has his “freedom” he wanted so desperately, he is in control of all his earnings, he can watch porn, have prostitutes, he can have sex with co worker and anything he desires. At the end all this will never replace the love his son used to have for him. Because he now must face the truth that he lost his family , not temporarily like during military deployments, but for the rest of his miserable life.
Oh,I’ll give spath pictures of HIS family!I never hear from them;I doubt my daughters do either.We were just props.As long as we cooperated in ‘standing behind and beside’ spath,we were good!We gave him a respectable reputation (that is as long as we smiled and kept our mouths shut).
I totally understand the picture situation. I can’t look at mine, because I know they portray a false reality. Plus, it hurts to see my innocent young children at that point in their lives–none of us knew what the future was going to hold for us! But I want to keep them because my children may want them some day. At the very least, it’s a visual record of their growth. It’s definitely heartbreaking for all of us.
Spath will never get them from me. (Even though he has put up a big stink and has had his lawyer complain to my lawyer.) It’s just not going to happen. There is no good reason for him to have them. He certainly didn’t love his children–he has no right to their images, which I am sure he would only use for some self-serving purpose.
revjanice and kaya, I am so sorry for the physical and emotional abuse–and then the double whammy of being treated like YOU were the perpetrator! But YOU ARE NOT! It was all him! Please do not believe ANYTHING negative he says about you. It is not true–just manipulation. You are absolutely NOT what HE says you are. And, believe me, it was really nothing personal. At some point these guys will treat their mistresses, girlfriends, next wives–whatever–the exact same way. To paraphrase George Costanza on Seinfeld: “It’s not you, it’s them!” 🙂
Please take care.
In a totally different direction and subject…I had hoped to reprint this email I received from a woman who counsels victims of emotional abuse.But I can understand it was protected from that.I thought it was the BEST explanation for ‘physicality abuse’!An excerpt from an email SHE had received was from a man who had been emotionally abused,”physicality,like physical intimidation can be a very effective way of an abuser controlling their partner.The LACK of physicality can also become a powerful controlling mechanism.” She mentioned the partner’s focus is on power and control.So whether they are demanding or withholding,they are in effect,doing the same thing.Fits spath to a T!
Well,tomorrow is THE day.The day I do what I thought I’d never ever do.Tomorrow I file for divorce.I just talked to one of the counselors at the DV shelter where I received my counseling.She suggested I call and make an appt.In her words,this is “another stage” and I’ll probably want to talk’.OH YEAH!