By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
Someone posted one of those “signs” on my Facebook page today that everyone forwards and shares, which I call “one-sentence wisdom or humor” but this one struck me as suburb wisdom.
The past is where you learned the lesson.
The future is where you apply it.
Don’t quit in the middle.
We have all had the misfortune to learn our lessons the “hard way” in associating with a psychopath (or two), but actually I think “misfortune” may be the wrong word, because learning things “the hard way” means that we will not forget those lessons. “The burned hand never forgets the fire” is another way to say it. Maybe we have actually been fortunate to escape from the psychopath when we are still able to escape, and when our “burns” were not fatal. We read in the newspapers, on the Internet, and see on television the faces of women (and men) who did not escape with their lives from associating with a psychopath.
Now that we have escaped, I think we need to apply those lessons learned in the past, to the future. We can’t quit in the middle.
Treating the wounds
While I realize that many here on Lovefraud still have open wounds, sores that are still bleeding or weeping, that are still painful to touch. The pain caused by those wounds, by the physical, financial, and emotional wounds can be horrific. Worse, still, can be the pain of treating those wounds.
I recall my son D’s burns after the plane crash. They weren’t quite severe enough for him to be hospitalized since he had a trained medical person at home, so they sent him home with me with a car load of creams and potions with minute instructions on how to cleanse and re-bandage his burns daily.
Each day I would pre-treat him with a dose of morphine to numb the pain somewhat, though he said it didn’t actually numb the pain, just made him where he didn’t care. Then I would start the process of taking off the old dressings, exposing his wounds to the open air, then wash the burns, removing the old, dead skin, then put on the creams tenderly and carefully, and then replace the bandages which went from the tip of his fingers to his shoulders and back.
I can’t even imagine just how he must have hurt, but my own empathy for him as I treated his wounds was extremely painful to me as well. I know there were many times he wanted to just “give up” and many times I wanted to as well. Just quit! It was too painful to go on treating the wounds! (Just an aside: my son’s wounds healed successfully and unless you know where to look with a magnifying lens, there are no scars visible.)
Emotional wounds
There were times I felt the same way with my emotional wounds in life. It was just too painful, I just wanted to QUIT! Anything to stop tearing the bandages off and treating the wounds again. It was too painful.
After my husband died, I was in such emotional pain that I didn’t want to do the grieving. I didn’t want to tear those bandages off and treat those wounds of my loss. It was just too painful. So I became vulnerable to the psychopaths in my life. The new boyfriend looking for a new “respectable” wife to cheat on was not a successful way to end my pain and grief. I had quit in the middle and didn’t apply lessons I had learned in the past to the future.
Associating with psychopaths leaves us with wounds of all descriptions and levels of damage. Those wounds are difficult and painful to heal, but we must not quit in the middle. Therapy is painful. We have to tear off the scabs that keep us from being able to heal and allow new growth. Whether the therapy is from a professional or is self administered, it is painful to expose our raw inner selves to the open air of examination.
Applying what we learned
When those wounds are healed, however, we must apply those lessons learned to the future of our lives. We must watch for the RED FLAGS of disordered people in the future associations of our lives, and when we see a RED FLAG, we must HONOR that red flag by running as fast as we can away from the person(s) waving it. If not, we will be burned again ”¦ and again ”¦ and again.
Our healing processes start out in learning about the psychopaths, but they end up being about learning about ourselves as well. Learning why we were vulnerable to the psychopaths in the first place. Fixing those vulnerabilities and using the knowledge we learned from our past, to make our futures better.
Don’t quit in the middle.
Lovelost,
This is the game they play. They sit around thinking up the most convoluted ways to slither up to you and whisper thoughts about what could be, what could have been, what you’ll never have.
Here, let me try.
Lost Love, you could have peace in your life. Your life could become real and you could become a real person with a life that YOU direct, with hopes and dreams that are your own, not planted by an infantile evil entity. Yes, that’s what you could have.
If you had gone back to him, you could be on that drama roller coaster right now. You’d be having a meltdown of epic proportions, because he didn’t come home last night and he blew all the money you needed for your bill. Don’t you miss that? I mean, doesn’t that make you feel so alive? Doesn’t it make you feel important? and loved?
Now look at you, you’ll never have that feeling of connection to an evil entity. You’ll never get those feelings of highs and lows that bi-polar people are medicated for. Instead of wishing you were dead, you’ll be grateful for each day. Where’s the drama in that? Without someone trying to control you, how will you feel loved?
Lovelost,
Think of it this way: by just seeing him and having a meal and a ‘chat’, you are almost being buried by self-doubt. You put your hand back on the red hot burner and it HURTS. A red hot burner pretending to be a relaxing massage.
Does that happen when we gather with people who are NOT disturbed? No, not generally. When we meet people who are mentally healthy we feel they know who we are, listen to us because they care about who we are, and empathize with our lives because they can relate to our feelings and experiences, and love us.
We don’t leave dinner with our friends feeling like we have been pushed into an early grave.
Please RE-start no contact. None. Don’t let him manipulate your feelings and leave you for dead. If you can maintain no contact, refocus on your life, allowing time and softness for your healing, you will be whole again. It can happen.
Lovelost,
This is cognitive dissonance. There is a good thread on that. Read up.
You can’t build anything with a spath except a cover story for them to operate under.
Working on the problems is only possible to their advantage. And when their advantage and or money run out, so do they.
Its ok to be alone. So what? The are a zillion ways to use the time to learn and envision your new life.
You can do it. You can dream into where you will be happiest next and it will come.
Don’t give up over just being by yourself. You aren’t such bad company. What if you gave the listening you would have given the liar to you?
Relish the peace and the slowing down of drama.
It helped me to waste hundreds of sheets of paper trying to explain how I was feeling in letters that were never intended to be sent. Over and over I heard my own voice speaking to the disappointment and then the desire not to be “there” for the betrayer.
Even when I started from a place much like you describe.
Things don’t always go forward in a straight line. And that is ok.
But going back to the spath for any reason is a waste of time and feeling.
He is not capable of feelings like yours. You were in the game alone when you were with him.
You can live and thrive without him. You may live but you will not thrive with a vampire feeding on you.
Don’t forget to eat breakfast and get outdoors into the sunlight. It helps. A lot.
Best,
Thank You, so very much.
I had a heart attack, while in the midst of the second sociopath/narcissist relationship, that I walked into, eyes open, seeing and ignoring every red flag along the way, just as I had throughout my first one.
My way of dealing with the first relationship, was to completely deny the pain and shame I felt, for having been, “played” so easily. Family and friends had tried to warn me, all to no avail. I was completely intoxicated. I was young, strong and I just, “threw it all behind me”.
And recently, in processing the second nightmare, that’s just where I found the first one, stewing and getting heavier every day I carried it, behind me–on my back.
Two of them, were two, too many for one back, one heart.
I have been processing both and it is oh, so tempting to just strengthen my resolve to simply not ever have another romantic relationship, at this late stage in my life and just chuck all the pain of tending to the wounds. I want to use credit cards and travel…eat, drink and be merry.
I sometimes think that would be okay and if merry making kills me, at least I’ll die happy.
That kind of thinking is on the really bad days. Today is a good day. I woke up and for the first time in years, I looked around my bedroom and smiled at all the indications of myself around my room. I am re-nesting in a home I abandoned, four years ago, when I packed up and began a series of trips back and forth and back and forth, across the country.
I left my job, my family, my friends…my entire life. I left as a strong, resourceful, capable, financially well off woman of 52, with a house, “in the city” and one near the ocean. I am now living on disability insurance, savings gone, friends gone, one house gone and some family as well. I have more physical ailments than I care to tell and just walking the three blocks to the ocean, in the miserable cold, is something I’m only capable of, two days out of the week, tops.
However, I am beginning to rally a little more every day. Everyday, I am given new flags of hope, new ways of looking at my life and every day, I am grateful, for all my God took, and all my God left me with. Some friends left me and some friends I decided to let go–I had several narcissists sprinkled throughout my life, I have a family member who is.
I may read a bit off to some, perhaps a bit paranoid to others and yet I KNOW I am far from that. My eyes are wide open now. And they’re that way from a little pain, a little fear and a lot of caution that I’m exercising throughout my entire life now and hope to, from here on.
I’m just turned 56 and I am too young to die, I have too much to live for and it’s all just down this road a piece, if I just keep on getting up everyday and trying to find a smile, a warm place to rest and the gratitude to keep on going one more time.
Thank you, every and any one that brings their story, their experience, strength and hopes to this table of recovery with them, for all of us to share in.
Thank you for the comments and support ..exactly how I was feeling karma will catch up just wish I could watch…I think my dysfunctional child hood makes me s perfect mark but thankfully my ex was a con / convict/genius / yet so stupid…I can spot these petsonality disordered in a heart beat now that’s a gift in the lesson ..how long does 24 years take to heal…and explain this to teenagers who are niave…
Thank you for your support, without you all I don’t know where I would be – back in the wrong house probably.
I know I should not have seen him and should not have succumed to the offer of dinner, it was my birthday. There was also the large bunch of flowers that was delivered.
But I felt so strong, so optimistic about the future that I wanted him to see I didnt need him anymore. That I was enjoying being alone. So its my fault for being overconfident so soon
I cant believe I was so stupid and agreed to see him. He has started sending messages again, so I’ll have to get a new phone. And its back to first base again. And time to reread a lot of LF posts.
thank you all for being there
I read somewhere that it takes 120 days to heal a broken heart.
Start your countdown and make plans to do something fun then.
You can do this. Its weird the way they try to come back. But, really? What’s to talk about with them?
Did you see the thread where they talked about getting a second phone so he can message the one you already have and then you use the new one for your ultra private personal calls?
I thought that was brilliant.
120 days? I am working on 10 YEARS and my heart STILL isn’t healed. I don’t know where you read that but yikes…
Oh yes, they keep trying to come back and come back. Even when you leave them alone, they just keep on coming back. Especially if you are good supply….
Weird: having two phones: one for “IT” to message and the other for important calls. I prefer “IT” not to contact me at all, actually.
Yeah, 120 days…that’s only four months. I can’t imagine anyone being over a broken heart that quickly, but I guess everyone is different. It’s been two years for me and I’m still not there, but I am way stronger now than I was two years ago so there is definitely progress and soon it will be over altogether. I won’t ever forget him due to the lessons I learned from him being in my life, but I WILL get over it. I don’t want him to have that much power over me much longer. I need and want this to be done in my life.
This was SO timely for me. Thank you so much for the words of wisdom. I had the chance yesterday to give up in the middle. My son is not adjustingwell to our seperation and it has been 6 months, so I made an appointment with a psychologist. My son told the psychologist that I threw out his dad. She asked him to ask us if both if dad could come back home. I said no, his dad said it was possible. Gee, could he make me look any more like the bad guy? These words gave me strength! Thank you.