Lovefraud recently received the following e-mail from a reader:
How do I process a relationship that had so many lies in it that I don’t know really with whom I was involved?
I miss the person I thought I knew so much, but at the same time, he was involved with someone else, and others, since at least last June. I thought he had had one affair—but not anything to the extent that it looks like now.
How do I process a relationship I never had? Was he lying the whole time acting out the “I love you’s”, the romantic comments, and the idea that we should be together? Is it all an act?
Most of us are reading and posting on Lovefraud because we were intensely, callously, brutally deceived in a relationship with a sociopath. The betrayal was so deep, and so profound, that all we can say is that the person we thought we knew, the relationship we thought we had, didn’t exist.
Much has been written here on Lovefraud about the different aspects of recovery. But in response to this reader’s e-mail, I’ll review some of the key points.
Understanding sociopaths and “love”
Sociopaths do not feel empathy for other human beings. Therefore, they do not have the ability to love as we understand it. There is no emotional connection, no true caring for the target of their “affections.”
What is going on when sociopaths say, “I love you?” They are not all the same, so there is a range of explanations for what they mean.
At the clueless end of the range, sociopaths may view the target as attractive arm candy, or may like the attention they receive from the target, or may enjoy sex with the target. Sociopaths may label as “love” whatever it is they feel with the target. So, “I love you,” means, “I like how I look when you’re with me,” or, “I like the fact that you’re showering me with attention,” or, “I like having sex with you.”
At the sinister end of the range, sociopaths know they are cold-hearted predators and view their targets the way cats view mice. These sociopaths play with their targets for awhile, then, when they tire of the game, abandon them, leaving the targets battered and gasping. Or, some sociopaths will go in for the kill, usually figuratively, but sometimes literally.
The reader asked, “Is it all an act?” Often, the answer is yes.
Accepting reality
The sociopath may have painted a picture of an exquisite future of unending togetherness and bliss. Or, the sociopath may have latched on to our own nurturing instincts, and convinced us that they can only survive with our caring and support. Then the mask slips, the story unravels, and we learn that everything we believed was a lie.
We must accept this reality. We must believe our own eyes and recognize the truth.
This may be really difficult. We thought we were working towards our dream. We made important life decisions based on what we were told. We may have spent a lot of money—maybe all of our money—at the behest of the sociopath.
We don’t want to believe that it was all a cruel mirage. We argue with ourselves—there must be some other explanation, some other reason. We may say, “I must have misunderstood; no one can be that heartless.”
Yes, sociopaths are that heartless.
The reasons they are heartless do not matter. Yes, in some cases they have had bad parents and a terrible childhood. But as an adult, they are not going to change. They are what they are, and the sooner we accept that, the sooner we can begin to recover.
Time and permission to recover
The psychological and emotional damage that we suffer because of our entanglements with sociopaths is often extensive. We may experience anxiety, depression, guilt, self-hatred, and perhaps even post traumatic stress disorder.
Some of us are so angry with ourselves for falling for the scam that we punish ourselves by blocking our own recovery. We say we will never trust again; never love again.
Please do not feel this way. If you never recover, giving up on trust and love, the sociopath will have truly won. Deny him or her that victory. Give yourself permission to recover.
Recovering from this damage is not an event; it’s a process. Readers often ask, “How long will it take?” The answer: It will take as long as it takes.
We may need to move forward in several directions at once, but it’s okay to move forward slowly. Some steps to take:
- Protecting our physical safety, if the sociopath has made threats, and what remains of our financial assets.
- Taking care of our physical health—eating right, getting enough exercise and sleep, avoiding alcohol and other substances.
- Finding a way to release the pent-up anger and pain within us, without showing it to the sociopath, because that will backfire.
- Rebuilding relationships with family members and friends that were damaged because of the sociopath.
- Letting moments of joy, no matter how small, into our lives. Joy expands, so the more we can let in, the more it will grow and the better we will feel.
The Lovefraud Blog has many more articles that focus on how to recover from the sociopathic entanglement. You’ll find them in the following category:
Believe in yourself. You can do this. You can get past the experience. You may have lost your innocence, but in the end, you’ll gain invaluable wisdom.
justice1:
I loved your post…thank you!
I_survived_The_Bastard:
I loved your post about garlic. Crazy. In the end though, I think you found that was all a con.
I had posted a few days ago about how mine didn’t like or eat butter. WTF? Sorry, I don’t know anybody who doesn’t eat butter! Weird.
@....... eb92044 Why did you ask him to tell you to F off? That gives him control over you. You are the one that needs to feel in control and be able to stop him manipulating him. If you are able to tell him, he will hate him as you are rejecting him. This will make it easier to break away from him. I realised that when I had thrown him out & I got messages back via a friend that I was the Bitch from Hell. When I was the one in control he hated it lol.
Yes I did find the garlic thing was a con, but not until after he had gone & I talked to various people.
Oh the stories I could tell you (and probably will). As someone else on here mentioned in one post, people got fed up with me talking about the situation and couldn’t understand why i hadn’t ‘seen’ stuff.
Well some of the stuff I had seen, but had in some ways chosen to ignore them. There is a well known syndrome which explains this, called Stockholm Syndrome. This is named after what i think was a bank raid in Stockholm. People including women were taken hostage. After a while the female hostages began to identify with the raiders and even become friendly with them. I believe one even married one after the raid was over. Anyway, what was discovered was that the women had identified with the raiders because they were acting on a self survival level and by relating to the raiders, this meant they thought they were more likely to survive. I’m sure the doctors on here will be able to say more about it.
But it does explain why we put up with behaviours that our normal moral selves know/knew were wrong? Its a way of protecting ourselves.
I_survived_The_Bastard:
My reasoning behind me telling him to tell me to F*ck off was that I was tired of the back and forth all the time and I didn’t want to be the one to tell him to get lost. I had told him before, but then I would initiate contact again. You are absolutely right…I was weak and put him in control when I asked him to do that, but I just felt like I would feel better if he said it then I wouldn’t bother him anymore…I would finally know where I stand. But he didn’t. He would rather just be silent and avoid.
@....... eb92044 obviously your circumstances are probably different to mine. I had let the relationship get so far that I hated him, hated being with him and had withdrawn from him, but couldn’t find the courage to make that final break.
The way that I finally found that courage was not when he threatened me, but when he threatened a friend. We had agreed to separate & that he would go and live near a friend to help her, get a job and so on (although I’ve recently discovered from her that not what he told her – nearly 8 years down the line). I had gone back home. One night I received a panic stricken phone call from her saying he was really, really drunk, had stood out on the drive shouting that he was going to kill her, this was when our Godchild was also in the house. She was really, really scared & had locked herself in the bathroom. This was the kick up the backside I needed.
Something inside me snapped (I felt like I had a little gremlin on my shoulder cheering me on, but also it felt very dangerous, if I had let it I could have gone totally mad, I managed to stay sane). At 3am I went round the whole house packing everything I could find into suitcases and bin bags.
Next morning I went to a solicitor who advised that first we would write him a letter to vacate my property (I had told him to leave but he hadn’t & wouldn’t). If that didn’t work we would have to get an injunction (luckily we didn’t). They letter would arrive by the time he got back, but I went to stay at my parents. When he did get home, he went berserk, he phoned me both on the mobile & at work, he texted me, he emailed, but on the solicitor’s advice I ignored him, scared though I was. After not getting a response from me for 2 days I wasn’t sure what he would do.
On the day of the solicitor’s letter eviction, I went back with a friend to see if he had in fact left. We were so scared. We couldn’t get a man to come with us so it was just us two girls. I opened the door and we heard music and my heart dropped, I thought he was still there, but he had gone! Hurrah! But the house was a wreck, he had left stuff everywhere, food everywhere, lights on etc etc. the first thing we did was call a locksmith who changed the locks and then we began the long task of tidying up my life.
OOh just had a thought, I think today is the anniversary of the day I kicked him out!!!! 8 years now!!! Hurrah!!! happy Anniversary to me!!!! 🙂 lol
I_survived_The_Bastard:
Yeah, yours was totally different from mine. Mine was short lived, but long enough to damage me.
Were you married to this spath? How long were you with him? I don’t blame you for going beserk after he threatened to kill your friend. You did the best thing ever…you packed up and got out and then MADE him get out!! Hooray!! How long has it been since he has been out of your life?
Oh, OK…eight years!!!! Yipppeeee!!! 🙂
What is he doing now…any idea?
@....... eb92044 lol was I married to him? What a laugh lol. We had been engaged for most of the 10 years I was with him. However this is where I now realise he employed spath thecniques. I was brought up Catholic and had been divorced. So he told me that he had also been brought up Catholic by his Irish Catholic mother (howls with hysterical laughter here – Irish my a**e).
Anyway, the story went that his mother was dead and he had promised his mother (on her deathbed) that he would marry in church. But of course, me being a Catholic divorcee, meant we couldn’t marry in a Catholic church. We or should I say I, went through so many suggestions of ways we could get round this ‘promise’, our nearest idea was to get married in a Greek Othodox church, but of course, nothing ever materialised. And I’m so grateful that it didn’t. I can’t imagine how much more horrendous the fallout would have been had I actually married to him. It would have been far worse.