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.
From the ashes,
I loved your post. It was like a surgical strike on every level. You hit all the key points. beautiful.
I’ve become partially whole since I fell down the rabbit hole too. See you there!
Comille,
it doesn’t matter your age. neither you nor I know what’s coming around the corner, what kind of spaths we’ll meet or what we will be capable of when it happens.
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/41469850/ns/world_news-europe/
watch this video, she is one of us.
Sorry everyone didnt realize how long my letter was. lol I just copied and pasted it. 🙂
I need to KNOW that he really is a sociopath and Im not just believing what my head is telling me. I blocked his number and have been doing lots of reading. BUT am still unsure any help is much appreciated.
These are some reasons for my belief. I met this man on an online dating site. At first he was charming and attentive. He made me feel special and I thought we could possibly have a future together.He said all the right things and we became very close. After our sixth date we slept together and thats when he informed me that he just got out of a divorse and was not looking for anything serious, but he would like to be friends.So I stayed friends with him and the sex also continued.In my mind I figured that once he got to know me he would change his mind about a future relationship so I stuck around.We became very close because we talked about things in our lives that were past experiences in such. Although he said he was only looking for friendship, he treated me like a girlfriend and texted me sweet things all day, cooked me dinner, told me he loved me,etc. So I began to fall for the man.
Several months later he still treated me good, but I started to notice some odd things about him. Red flags that clicked in my mind but I ignored them. Things like informing me he was a felon for money laundering and drug trafficing, being 35 and flying to other counties to attend raves,smoking weed on a regular basis, having several friends that were girls(that he slept with in past). Or the fact that he met and married a woman that worked on the red light district in Amsterdam.And planning on quitting his job and moving to California since weed was legal. Or knowing what Plan B (Emergency birth control) was after times that the condom broke. Which I didnt even know what Plan B was until I met him and Im the woman.When he informed me of all these things I saw red flags but like I said was hypnotised by his charm.Then he would tell me stories to make me feel bad for him like he was so lost in life and that he’d been through so much and this drawed me in because I wanted to he lp him. I am a very kind person, somewhat naive.
As time went by he still treated me like a girlfriend but started to do things that I thought were funny. Its like he started using the insecurities that I had told him against me. Things like after sex, as we were still naked and cuddling he would start talking about his ex-wife(like what her breasts looked like and such). I informed him that it was not the appropriate time and that I prefered not to talk about her because it made me uncomfortable but he talked about her everytime I saw him. This played with my mind because I thought what am I? Am I not good enought? I mean we just had sex, were you thinkin of her, during sex? Then during sex he would tell me he loved me, but we were just friends, then of course talk about her. I was very insecure with my body at the time. And it made me feel bad that we were not talking about us , but about her. It mad me feel ugly. Because I was getting bothered by this constant conversation of her I started to back off. He would notice me not spending as much time with him and plan trips togerther and during these trip he would say things like How many kids do you want? If I asked you to marry me what would you say?So I became very confused. What were we? Friends? Lovers? What? However I began to fall for him.I was there for him everytime he needed to talk. I bought him books and tried to help him because I knew he was extremely lost in life.
Later, he moved to California and I stayed here. We continued to talk on a regular basis. He busted in California and went back to his old ways and started growing and selling marijuana(in large porportions).I was not pleased with this and told him just to come back to his job here, that we could be together and it would be ok that I would help him get his life on track.He decided that the money he was making was worth staying. I decided to move on. I met and entered into a relationship with another man. When he found out about me having a boyfriend he flipped out and played a guilt trip on me saying things like “I guess you never loved me” or ” I guess you didnt love me that much” or ” I was ready to be with you”. Yet we were just “friends” according to him in the past.Then he stepped up and was even more attentive and jeolous. Eventually It caused problems in my relationship and my boyfriend and I broke up. Then all of a sudden after my boyfriend and I broke up he was no lo nger ready to be with me.But we continued to talk and had a few weekend trips to meet one another in cities that were half way points.
One month after we had one of our meetings I decided to go for my annual pap and STD testing since me and him were no longer using condoms. A few weeks later the results came back and I had herpes. Since we had been together I informed him and my ex-boyfriend that they need to get tested. My ex-boyfriend and I always used condoms so I believed him when he said he went and was fine and willing to show me the results.But when I contacted this man he conviently had just been tested and was totally fine he claimed. I was in complete shock that he was the only man I had been with unprotected and he didnt have the std. I knew he had to be lying about being tested in the first place because within the same conversation of telling him I found out I had an STD he was talking dirty to me afterwards and wanting to meet with me again soon. I thought what! I just told you I had an std and your wanting to have sex with me!? Right then and there I knew he knew he herpes it and gave it to me and was lying about not having herpes. I thought to myself if you would lie about this what else have you lied about? I no longer trusted him
 
Then came the fights.We fought about everything. Everything was always my fault.Its like he was a master at turning fights around to make me believe it was me not him. He would blackmail me with naked pictures that he had. Ignore me and ridicule me. Contact my family and tell them I had mental issues,etc. This was the most difficult time in my life because I began to wonder if he was right, I began to question my own sanity.At one point I went to the police to file a restaining order because within one hour he would send me 88 text messages and was sending me naked pictures of myself saying he would destroy me with them. The police talked with him, he charmed them. And an hour later the pictures and text messages started again, but now he was also emailing me.Out of desperation I looked up and contacted his ex-wife in hopes of getting answers of how to stop his insanity.I was ready to kill myself. She was very pleasant and informed me that he was a master manipulator, that wh at ever I do dont let him know my insecurites because he would use them against me and to change my number immediatly. It was too late he had already destroyed my self esteem and made me feel like I was the worst person on earth.His text messages slowly started to fade away with time and we no longer spoke.
One month later he contacted me via text message telling me Happy Thanksgiving and I miss you with a wink.He acted like nothing ever happened between us. Not even a sorry or anything.I told him that we were not cool that I was very mad and hurt with him, that he destroyed my self esteem and we needed to talk. For some reason I still cared for this man after all he had done. I asked to talk with him and he would listen as I cried and laugh at me, still no sorry. He never listened to me and what I needed to say he just laughed at me, this boggles my mind. I informed him that I was always there for him when he was in need to please be there for me in my time of need. Then he started ignoring me.Christmas came around same thing “Merry Christmas, Just thinking of you” I attempted to talk with him again,same result just laughed. Then New years same thing.
Two weeks ago he contacted me and told me that he needed to talk. That he had just been raided for marijuana and was fleeing the country.That he needed me more than ever now and to pray for his safety. I informed him once again that I would talk with him but we also needed to talk about what happened between us. We talked about his issue first. Then we started to talk about us and conviently he had to go.
Does this sound like a sociopath to you? Im so confused. He says he loves me then ignores me and treats me like crap. Its been two years now and I still to this date have never been able to talk to him about the hurt he caused. Yet, he expects me to be there for him, when not once has he been there for me. He comes into my life causes a bunch of pain then leaves. Then a month or so later comes back like nothing ever happened, telling me he loves me and misses me. This experience has changed my life. I no longer wish to date. I no longer look at love the same. I no longer view the world as I used to.I no longer trust because of him.Why if we are “friends” will he not help me solve the complex this experience has given me? Why am I not worth being heard? I no longer trust my own judgement. I mean, I know what love is. I think that being and sayin you love someone that means your willing to do what it takes to make them feel better. That you wanna see them happy. That you care. None of what Ive been going through is love. Please help me understand.
From the Ashes,
you said, ” I thought well maybe I’m just not supposed to have joy, happiness or people I can trust in my life. I thought that just wasn’t in the cards for me either. ”
That’s exactly what I thought for the longest time. I thought that God had singled me out to suffer. After I realized that my 25-year relationship was with a spath, I told this to my mother. She said, “I think you’re right, you were meant to suffer” At the time I felt gratified that she understood.
Then I had a down the rabbit hole moment. and I realized that my mom and dad were N’s. Now, I think that my wonderful, saintly, tiny mommy that I loved so much, MIGHT BE A SOCIOPATH. And I thought about how she agreed with me. It’s what she has always wanted me to feel and think. SHE created my suffering and SHE wanted it to continue. Her envy was the start of it. I’m pretty sure. logically, if someone else was saying these things to me, I would agree, it fits.
But it’s my mom, so I hope I’m just being paranoid.
LL – you know I have learned so much about myself in going through this. I can’t shake the feeling that this self-discovery was inevitable but I never would have gone through this if I wasn’t in so much pain that I was willing to do whatever it took to get some relief.
I’m still shaky. It’s a process but I really feel like I’m beginning to really know myself for the first time. A lot of it has been hard to swallow, like how wounded I really am. But now I think thank God I’m finding this all out.
I was one of those type A, got it all under control, nothing can touch me types with the crazy schedule and 5 year plan to match. Now I have a whole new dimension. Who knew?!
FTA
I’m not quite where you are yet, but I definitely relate to a lot of what you’re saying as I’m moving through the experience now. I so agree with being in so much pain and willing to do anything to get relief. I’m discovering that in order for that to happen, it requires a look within. ALmost by FORCE in a way, if you know what I mean here.
I was type A too, FTA. BAD. The thing about all of that is that I understand that the busyness and plans, crazy schedule was a way to avoid being OUT of control emotionally. Even while with spath, and towards the end I was MORE motivated to pursue my goals.
When I realized the relationshit that I ended was truly OVER, that’s when shit hit the fan for me emotionally. It all came to a screeching halt. My goals were good, it’s good to have them, but the reasons I had them were to distract myself from the INTENSIVE and MASSIVE pain I was in in trying to extricate from the abuse and the cycles of spath. Now, I’m FORCED to pay attention to my health (which I neglected) and fixing myself (overwhelming goals on its own) emotionally so i can pursue my goals without it being a distraction. I don’t even know that what I was doing is what i WANT to do anymore.
I would love to hear more about your journey and how it all started if you dont mind sharing more. I really appreciate your clarity in articulation. A few here have such gifts.
Seems everyone’s process is different. What works for some or one, may not for me. The goal is in self discovery now, not other discovery. I’m leaning to take what is shared here and see if it works for me. Some of it will, some of it won’t. But I like hearing about what worked/works for everyone. Always something new to try or to learn here.
LL
Justme79,
if he isn’t a sociopath he is the next best thing.
You already understand. He is a phony, he wants to destroy you, he is a cookie cutter rendition of the other spaths mentioned here on LF. It’s time to think about you. How you can become a spath-proof version of you. What are your hooks and how can you hide them? The ex-wife told you to hide your insecurities, but the next time he called you asked him to help you get over your hurts. I know it’s not your fault, you didn’t understand it yet. But now you do.
My advice to you is grey rock, show no emotion, that will make him go away.
They hate being bored. It’s like kryptonite to them.
Thank Skylar,
Ive taken some steps to deal with this such as blocking his number so he cant call or text me any longer. I am healig from the whole experience and just want to wake up and him not be the first thing on my mind. I just cant fathom how someone could be so cruel and hurtful to another person.Especially a person who genuinly cared for him. I wish I would have listened to the ex-wife. I wish I never fell again for his plea for sympathy.But whats done is done. In my mind the question keeps popping up is he a sociopath? Or am I just conviencing myself that he is? I have talked to numerous people about this and all of them believe him to be a sociopath. BUT for some stupid reason I keep doubting it. But thanks again, I have spoke with several of you and you all have made me feel better.
JM79 – I think you came to the right place! Looks, sounds, feels, to me like you’ve been touched by the devil. Comb through this site. Check out other people’s stories and you will feel at home very soon.
When you write “He comes into my life causes a bunch of pain then leaves” that’s the spath hallmark.
The way I came to understand what happened to me was I accepted the fact that the person I was dealing with was a sociopath. That took me some time but once I accepted that, it got a little easier.
By definition everything they say is a lie. Even when they tell the truth it’s a lie. All the intimacy, the good times, the plans, the laughs, they were all completely fake. None of it was for real. Nothing they do makes any sense at all. When I really accepted that, I stopped trying to understand him and started trying to understand the disorder.
I remember reading what a psychiatrist who interviewed a number of spaths in prison wrote about their most startling discovery about this personality trait. The psychiatrist asked one of them something like what was it that they got their victims to feel for them that allowed them to manipulate them so successfully? He was expecting hear something like fear or maybe love or dependence but the guy said pity. He said once he can get someone to pity him, he knows he has them.
I thought that was so telling because what normal person wants anyone to feel pity for them? Also, that’s how mine got me. I wanted to help him so much because I thought he had real talent and just couldn’t get a break.
Hang around here JM79. There’s a wealth of experience here to learn from.
From the Ashes,
Are you me?
everything you say is what I think only you say it better.
LOL.
xxoo,
thanks for being here.