Editor’s note: The following article refers to spiritual concepts. Please read Lovefraud’s statement on Spiritual Recovery.
Lovefraud recently received the following e-mail from a reader who posts as “lostgirl.”
I fell hopelessly in love with (read as I would have given him my real heart and died for him) a sociopath/psychopath.
Skip the details.
I am four years divorced.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t grieve the loss of the relationship I thought I had. I cognitively know that the person I married was not who I thought he was and I even believe I know how he came to be. Unfortunately, I have never felt anger, only sadness for what I viewed as the person he could have been that was taken from him long ago. I see him as an addict and myself as having been addicted to him.
Somehow, now, I still cannot move on. I have been through many short relationships, all ended well for me and usually I ended the relationship when I noticed red flags, the ones I kept close at heart. Again, I am in a new relationship and experiencing all the anxiety all over again (each new relationship triggers this). Including nightmares of the ex-sociopath and agonizing over how to know when someone is genuine. Good words are empty and promises of future fall on my deaf ears because I was disheartened so gravely before.
I have become cold and detached. I feel less emotion for every single thing in my life than at any time ever. All things I own, animals, family, I feel as though I am in a stage of suspended life, I cannot bond. I take care of my animals, I take care of my parents, nothing I own feels as if it’s mine, only borrowed, including relationships. I feel fake and alone.
I truly liked the person I met that I am in a relationship with now, but as with all the others after a short time (three months), I begin to feel less and look critically at their words and life as if I am subconsciously talking myself out of taking the risk of succeeding because of the pool of “thought I had’s” that live inside my head.
I know that a good relationship takes time to grow. How can I give myself the time to grow a relationship when I am so busy still flashing back to a relationship that was agony? He compliments me and I toss it aside. He talks about his life and experiences and I’m trying to assemble timeframes in my head to make sure he isn’t lying to me. It’s as if I’m trying to analyze my way in to a sincere relationship by slicing and dicing all the input/information I’m given. In the meantime I’ve dehumanized the relationship in my head and nearly severed any chance at bonding.
I have read post after post from people and articles all over the internet. What I haven’t found is any truly helpful advice for someone like me.
I fear I have lost the ability to connect permanently because I cannot logically define what is not deceitful at the moment it occurs. What is unselfish, I look for selfishness in. All good is lost because I have become obsessed with what is wrong with what is right.
How do I get back to identifying reality and trusting when it is proper? I feel that my mind was raped and I have lost the ability to connect on any level with anyone. I feel like a shell and I can see through everyone in my life, it would be so easy to be just like him (the ex) but I am not driven to “want” like he did. I see the holes in people and it is so easy for me to identify what is exploitable.
I hate this person I’ve become. I want to climb out of the shell and return to who I was before I fell in “love.”
Help I’m lost.
Realm of Numb
A very wise spiritual counselor once said that unresolved anger becomes rage, and unresolved rage becomes numbness. I think that’s what has happened to Lostgirl—she has moved into the Realm of Numb.
She was so in love with the sociopath that she would have died for him. In effect, that is what she did. Her life spark is gone. She no longer finds joy in her family and animals. She looks for deception in new relationships. She no longer trusts herself to know when she can trust another human being.
The Realm of Numb isn’t a place of pain. It’s a place of emptiness, of nothingness, of void. And it’s a place where none of us should be.
But how do we escape? How do we leave behind the feeling of fakeness, and recover the feeling of authenticity?
Search for meaning
One of the books that Lovefraud recommends to everyone who has experienced the trauma of a sociopath is The Betrayal Bond, by Patrick J. Carnes, Ph.D. The book explains the circumstances that can cause us to form traumatic bonds with an abuser, and provides exercises to help readers unravel those bonds.
When I read the book, I highlighted only one sentence that Carnes wrote, and this is it:
My experience with survivors of trauma is that every journey of recovery depends on the survivor coming to a point where all that person has gone through means something.
This is the key. This is how we truly recover. There is always meaning in what has happened to us, although it can be difficult to find. In fact, that’s what makes the destructive relationships with sociopaths so excruciatingly painful—we can’t figure out why they happened. We did nothing to deserve the betrayal. Our intentions were honorable. So why did this happen to us?
Answers in the past
For many of us, the answer lies in our past. If we’ve experienced an abusive relationship, and were not able to recover, we are primed for another abusive relationship. The problem is even more insidious if we were abused as children, because our whole idea of what is “normal” in a relationship is terribly skewed.
But issues of the past need not be as overtly damaging as abuse. Perhaps our childhoods were basically okay, but we’ve always felt somewhat insignificant, or undeserving of love. We may have had “good enough” parenting, but our parents focused on achievement, and we grew up believing that we were loved for what we could do, not for who we are. Beliefs like these, even when they’re unconscious, can create vulnerabilities for sociopaths to exploit.
It’s also possible that there is a deep spiritual reason for becoming involved with a sociopath. This is what happened to me. I believe that we all come into this life with lessons to learn, and sometimes the lessons are painful. I discuss this more thoroughly in another blog article, Why did this happen to me?
Some people may not be comfortable with the idea of searching for the meaning of the entanglement with a sociopath. It may feel easier to think we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ran into the wrong person. We just want to brush the encounter aside.
I think this attitude is only a band-aid, and sooner or later, if we don’t find the root cause, we’ll repeat experience. There is meaning, and discovering it leads to healing.
Research, therapy, introspection
So how do we do this? How do we find meaning in what may appear to be a random victimization?
Here’s an important point: True healing doesn’t just happen by itself. True healing requires personal effort.
The first step is to be willing to look for the meaning. Sometimes this, in itself, is difficult. We may be afraid of the painful memories. We may have tried to shove the experience into the past. We may be afraid that if we start crying, we’ll never stop. By being willing, we face these fears, and we may discover, to our surprise, that we can overcome them.
The actual process of finding meaning will probably involve some combination of research, therapy and introspection.
Research: This means educating ourselves not only about the sociopathic disorder, but also about the characteristics and attitudes of a whole, healthy person. We need to understand what we’ve been through, and what we want to become.
Therapy: By therapy, I mean seeking support from other human beings. This could mean working with a therapist or counselor. Or, it may simply be seeking the advice of an understanding, trusted friend, or other members of Lovefraud.
Introspection: Somewhere, deep within us, we know the answers. If we can quiet our minds, with meditation or just sitting in stillness, information will bubble up into our awareness. We may become aware of the mistaken, limiting beliefs that we didn’t know we had. We may receive intuitive guidance about what we should do. If we allow ourselves to seek the truth within, we will find it.
Emotional experience
We cannot expect the process of finding meaning to be simply an intellectual exercise. The bottom line is, we are in pain, pain that may be so entrenched that it has become numbness.
Pain is emotional. The release of pain is also emotional. Therefore, the search for meaning is an emotional experience. The meaning may be buried under anger, hatred, disappointment and fear, and we need to plow through all those emotions in order to find it. And this isn’t a one-time event. We may release anger, only to find more rise up to take its place. This may happen again, and again, and again. The truth is, we are all walking around in pools of pain, and draining the pools takes time.
The expression of these emotions is not pretty, and many people may not have the strength to be with us as we do it. I found that I could only do it with my therapist, or alone. So I sat in my spare room, which I call the meditation room, crying, pounding pillows in rage, and recording my rants in my journal.
But once we release the emotions, they’re gone, leaving room within us to fill with other emotions—like hope, love and joy.
To Lostgirl
Lostgirl, here is what I want you to know: You were betrayed by a sociopath. This is an experience that happened to you. It is not who you are. You are you; the experience is the experience. Do not confuse the two.
There is a meaning for the experience, and it will help you to discover it. This will require effort and commitment on your part. Take the steps. Make a commitment to yourself, to your own growth and happiness. What better commitment could you make?
Find the meaning. But don’t go on a self-help expedition to the exclusion of all else. Here’s a secret: When you focus on any joy in your life, no matter how small, and feel gratitude for the joy, you create an internal energy that attracts more joy.
Healing our hearts is always the answer. To heal, unearth the pain, and replace it with joy. The process may take time, but eventually the life spark will return, brighter than it ever was.
Yet another person writing my story,this is where we all belong.Thank you so much for this website. I am a year past my 16 year relationship with my sociopath.I totally resemble everyone here,sadly. I hope I can pick myself up faster than 5 years thou. I am just now able to look at my own face in a mirror.I am serious. Has anyone else not been able to look at them self in a mirror? My face was permanently sad and angry. I haven’t seen my happy face for many years.I have joined a few recovery groups and when I say I am recovering from 16 years with a Spath I instantly feel the disconnection from the group. So this is the place to be, and thank you for todays lists of books to get .I need a long vacation from life so I can heal myself.
“There is no hot and cold. There are no WTF??? moments. There are no communication gaps, with “disappearances” and sudden reappearances. There is no covert aggressive behavior. There is no mirroring.”
AGREED!
I also so agree , actually we all own that statement. My kids and I call it static. There is no static in our minds anymore, and we live in a no lie zone. Peace and love to my new friends here. May we all pray to our own God for ourselves and each other.Sue
RavenlessTower
I read your post Lostgirl and can honestly say that every word you write is my story too. I encountered my first Spath over 30 years ago..he was my husband that I adored..he left me pregnant, rejected and abandoned, it took me over 12 years to overcome that – I even emigrated to get away from the memories.
Here I am 25 years later and still meeting the wrong men. My last relationship ended 2 years ago he was and is the worst Narcissist that Ive encountered. I became totally addicted to him – my friends cannot understand why I pined after him especially as he did not treat me well during the relationship. The pining has stopped but now I am empty and cold inside.
I do not want to run the risk of dating again in fear that I will meet the same Spath again ..(it seems to be my choice in men).
The pining is over but the thoughts are there constantly, I am empty inside I look in the mirror and see an old ugly person (even though people compliment on my youthful looks). I am still vibrant to the outside world but inside I am dead. My only pleasure in life are my little grandbabies and everything else has no pleasure for me. I wish that I could have a relationship with a wonderful man but I know that will never happen.
I dont know that there is a cure for this morbid feelings.
“They” do not know what they do to us..and if they did it would not matter to them in the least.
I have to be grateful that the addiction is over!
There IS a cure for your feelings…therapy.
You need to go WAY back and resolve old issues and reroute your neurons.
Its SO possible.
YOU have to change and then you will attract people in your life who are NOT disordered.
I am proof. I did it.
I am nearly 2 years divorced after a 16 year marriage (20 years of togetherness). And, yes, there are days when I think when am I going to be “me” again?
For 20 years I lived in a world of denial. I was in love with a man who used every bit of me, and I so wanted that fairy-tale love story that I pretended over and over again that it was “okay.” I was so good at putting the happy face on, creating the “perfect” marriage/family (the image was more for me than for others) . . . that I denied my own unhappiness, and the constant physical ailments that were caused by my ignored stress.
Yes, I grew up in an emotionally and sometimes physically abusive environment. I knew that and thought I had overcome it . . . in fact, I would tell myself it was okay, that I wouldn’t be the person I am without my life experiences. Yet what I was denying myself was that I wasn’t okay . . . that my outward appearance of a strong, independent, confident woman was actually masking the insecurity that was deep inside me.
My ex found that insecurity almost immediately and he used that to trap me. He knew my weakness. He knew my need for validation, for love. On the outside I said I didn’t need it, but deep down I yearned for it. And he fed it . . . with words of encouragement, of “you can do it,” “I’m so proud of you.” So as a result, I worked harder, gave more . . . all so I could hear those words that I never heard as a child.
But what I didn’t realize was those words of encouragement were simply a means for him to get what he wanted — they were never meant for me, but only for him. What I thought was “love and support,” was just words so that he could do all the taking for all my giving.
But what he didn’t expect from me . . . the outwardly independent, strong woman who knew how to pick herself up by the bootstraps, was my need for security. Because at the end of the day that’s all I wanted. I didn’t want fame and fortune. I wanted a man who loved me, a family, a roof over my head, and a happy ever after as we sailed into the sunset.
That’s when it got ugly. That’s when he realized that I didn’t want him riding on my coat-tails forever. I needed him to be the provider, to take care of me, to take care of the family. And that’s when the true deception began . . . not just his deceiving of me, but my deceiving of myself. Because I actually told myself over and over again and the world around me what a wonderful husband and father he was . . . when in fact, he was not at all. I created the illusion, denying myself that what I was doing was only creating a fantasy that I was hoping to turn into a reality.
Though his leaving was not my choice, because I was still in the thick of denial when he walked out on me for another victim. And it took months after his leaving to realize the full extent of his many years of lies and manipulations . . . I’m finally getting to a place where I am starting to believe that maybe I am happier/more relaxed/at peace than I’ve ever been.
No more guilt of not being a “supportive” wife, no more empty promises, no more financial stresses, no more confusion of thinking I’m the crazy one, no more of his pity-parties, no more uncertainty or wishful thinking. I no longer am counting on someone else to provide my “happy ever after.” It’s up to me, and only me.
This past Sunday I visited a Sunday School class and the subject was idolatry. The question was asked — during your moments of quiet what do you think about? . . . and I realized that all I did was think of him — not me, not my children, not God, not work . . HIM. And then the question was, what is your worst nightmare? And my worst nightmare was being a single parent, of being alone.
Well, I’m living my nightmare . . . and though its not fun, I’ve realize that I’m surviving. Oh there are days I still cry, I still get angry, I still obsess, I still wake-up in the middle of the night realizing another lie/deception. But as the Sara Evans song goes . . . “every day I get a little bit stronger.”
And, so my lesson learned, is that what I thought was my giving, my being a good person, my being the supportive wife was not necessarily a good thing. That what I was doing was denying myself and as a result also denying who I am to those around me who are “true.” And because of my denials, I became consumed with a “false” idol.
I always thought I was spiritual person, but I now know I was only going through the motions. That the time has come for me to put my absolute faith in God and in myself. Yes, its not easy . . . and the concept is sometimes overwhelming. But its far better an option than placing your love, faith and trust in a person who only mirrors what you want him to be only to discover that what he did was actually rob your soul (the Devil indeed).
My dreams of the past 20 years may be gone, but at least my eyes are finally beginning to see the truth and the way.
Woodrow….I could have written your post!
I finally decided that the pain of being out of this type of relationship, was less than the pain of being in it…but it took time. In time, I felt better and better being alone. I realized that I was also fooling myself into thinking that I was in a true love relationship….when, deep down, I knew he wasn’t even capable of loving. I was responsible for feeding into the “illusion”. Once I took responsibility for MY “fooling myself” and living in fantasyland…I was able to leave it.
I don’t cry or feel anger anymore, or obsess. I totally understand that HE is really a mess…a disordered person who could NEVER love and give me the love I wanted from a man. I ACCEPTED this fact. And, I also realize why..HIS awful background and what he is made of….and I said…”It is what it is”. He is never going to change and become a loving person…and I AM a loving person and I DESERVE someone who is like me.
I don’t fear the future…I like being unattatched to a man right now. I fill my days with things I LOVE….I am taking better care of myself and my body than I ever did. Its all about ME and when I am totally healthy and happy, THAT is when I may someday attract a man who is where I am at.
I believe that we attract people on the same level WE are at. When I attracted my x, I had very low self esteem, and I attracted someone who, deep down, is the same. Only HE puts on a mask and runs from himself and is really more needy than I was!!
Sociopaths are little children who feel that the whole world is bad…and they are angry and hurt and they go around grasping at anyone to fill THEIR needs…without caring what another person needs.
They cannot LOVE because they really don’t love themselves.
And, “I” didn’t love myself when we met. I was down on myself. So, I attracted him into my life.
Now,I am strong, confident…and I’ve worked on building myself up for the last year and a half. Now, when I meet disordered selfish people…I walk away. So, my future is bright because I will only surround myself with people who are like me….Strong, good self esteem, confident, secure, caring, able to love.
I have faith in myself and that the “universe” (or GOD), will supply me with all I need. Right now, I just need ME…
Its good you woke up from the dream…the illussion.
Someone once said…”Everyone is figment of your imagination…even you”.
I see myself differently now…..I see the TRUTH.
I approve of myself and love myself .
You can’t get better than that.
It has been three years since I run away from my relationship with “Satan—Yes that’s what I call it. That’s right I run away” I didn’t broke up because you break thinks up with real people and for me he was not real, he was fake, in one word ”he was Satan ambassador and from these entities you RUN AWAY. There are millions of them in this world. Anyway, as I was telling it has been three years since. The first two years were a nightmare in my life it feels like I was buried alive ——..It was a living torment, thinking about this “entity” every single day of my life, living with the pain of betrayal and deception. But time is the greatest healer and I learned that I had to break free and live again. The first thing I did was to destroy every single thing that could remember him”even pictures”all GONE. Today I can tell you that this experience helped to know myself better in a way that I could not imagine, also revealed strength that I didn’t know I had. Interestingly I learned that true happiness comes from within and this is the one I am really working hard on it in my life now. I learned that you can not find true happiness in a relationship with someone else if you are not happy with yourself. I learned to enjoy time alone and still feel the joy and the pleasure of life and happiness. I got closer to my spiritual life and I found guidance in God. I learned that it takes time to get rid of all the messy baggage the “Satan ambassador” left in my life but I will eventually clear up everything and be happier than I was before the encounter. In a way I can tell and someone can correct me if I am wrong “we can consider ourselves blessed” because even tough it was a painful experience it gave me the tool to recognize that evil exist and we have to protect ourselves, but good people also exists and we are able to love and appreciate them even more. I learned that the some way we eat to nourish our body and we exercise to be physically fit, we also need to exercise inner happiness in ourselves everyday. Since last year I have been exercising inner happiness in every single aspect of my life and I am feeling so great and healthy. I changed my eating habits and I am eating so much healthier than before with more fruits and vegetables, I am sleeping much better and even the walking gives me joy, I joined a new church and enjoy the worshiping service it just releases all that is good in me, I am singing more when alone “singing loud” and listen to good and spiritually inspiring music “the feeling of releasing all bad energy that he brought to my life is amazing when I sing loud”. I decided to laugh a lot more even when alone, so I bought some comedy shows and videos and sometimes after dinner or so I just laugh and laugh” what a joy. And little by little I am introducing more and more ways to exercise my inner happiness. I am not dating at this time and decided not to date until I am again completely happy with myself. What I learned from the experience with the “Satan ambassador” is that true happiness is within me and I have to exercise it everyday, I can’t find happiness in a relationship with other person before I find it in myself. If someone else comes to my life to help improve this happiness I will welcome him, but if not I will be happy anyway. I am really exercising to “change myself forever for the better”.
Changedforever…..AMEN!!!
Dear Woodrow,
That was a very good post above!!!
We do start to make denial into a form of idol worship—-denying the truth and “worshiping” the thing we have “created.”
I know I lived the “lie” because I was afraid to face the “truth.” I kept trying to make the lie become truth—in every instance in which I was involved with a psychopath or even just a run of the mill jerkwater arse!
Thank you for this well written post. God bless.
Changedforever! TOWANDA for you sister!!! RIGHT ON!!! Also an excellent post!
Wow! I can soooo relate to lost girl’s feelings and what she’s going through. It has been over 2 years since the ex dumped me on my birthday but everyday I still feel a great deal of sadness and loss. I feel so hurt…I no longer cry myself to sleep every night. I am coping, I am functioning…I get to work and perform my job like I should. I provide and care for my son. But I feel no joy…I find no pleasure or meaining in my life. I go to bed wishing I never wake up again. I get up and get out of bed for my son. Inside I feel dead…I go through the motions. I look okay from the outside but I feel no hope, I look forward to nothing. I am just here breathing and alive so there is someone to provide and care for my son. I’ve come to believe that is all I’m here for. Maybe joy…happiness was never really part of the game plan in my life. I feel dead on the inside…therapy doesn’t help. My feelings remain the same. I wish I were dead and get this misery over with.