Editor’s note: This article about the importance of boundaries and belief in herself was submitted by a Lovefraud reader.
It has been about a year since my story was posted on Lovefraud, Not one thing about him was real. It has been two years since I broke off the short relationship with this disordered man. It is a year and a half since he stalked me. I hope to share at least some practical points that have helped me in the healing process. It does get better. And it is a process.
I wish I could say that others may be helped PRIOR to involvement with a sociopath, but as we all know, sometimes the inevitable entanglement occurs before we even realize we have been manipulated. This entanglement would have ended much earlier if I had had clear boundaries, zero tolerance for lies and bad behavior, and the will to walk away alone and create my own closure.
There are many events and bizarre experiences with him, his family, his indiscretions, the pathological lies. I now realize that the ONLY purpose to ANYTHING he did was to make himself look good, please himself, hide the truth, devalue others for his own perceived greatness, impress people and get off on his lies and deceptions. He loves that he manipulates people to admire him as the hero, and to come to his defense as the broken victim that he plays so well. He doesn’t want you to realize he IS the stereotypical villain. He was just good at imitating the qualities that are truly admirable like modesty, bravery and dependability. Telling people he was a Navy SEAL hero, working for the NSA, CIA, using aliases, killing terrorists, giving away fake medals, telling stories of being tortured. It’s always about him. And what he calls LOVE is more like an OBSESSION.
He surrounds himself with people who are weak, easily manipulated and vulnerable. They WILL turn their heads to the truth. He wants them to need him. It’s tantamount for HIS very survival. Smart people will question him. Weak people will live the lie, sometimes because they need something from him and sometimes because they are just too weak to admit they have been conned. It’s tantamount for THEIR survival. I know because I was there for a short time. It’s a vicious circle and a world of denial that feeds his sociopathic hunger. In reality, he needs his victims more. He is only as good as the reflection he sees in the eyes of the victim. When I questioned his veracity, I was disloyal. But I was right. I asked good questions (eventually) and he could not keep up the rotting facade of his fabricated life.
Back to basics
I had to get back to basics in order to trust others, myself, my instincts, my intuition, my belief system, religion and all the rules I used to live by. I had to respect myself, gain back my self-esteem and learn to be tolerant but ONLY of those who do not violate my beliefs and boundaries. I also had to learn to stop accepting bad behavior much earlier and stop the self defeating behavior I recognized in myself.
I made lists of those “boundaries” and used them along with real life examples of behaviors that were no longer tolerable. The will to keep those boundaries safe came from the anger I felt after revisiting conversations and events and learning all of the lies. It was painful. I needed to forgive myself, not him, and I decided I would never allow that behavior again EVER.
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I was mind raped. No doubt. I lost an innocence, not unlike being a rape victim. The abuse and exploitation is so ambient at times that you don’t even realize what has happened. It is ridden with intermittent generosity and professions of love while your thoughts, actions and behaviors are so closely controlled through undermining manipulation, guilt and shame. You are in a whirlpool of words and actions that are so inconsistent. And manipulation that has you believing you are wrong, and that everything you learned to date is wrong and that what you are witnessing must be real, while all you know to be right and good has defied you. My intelligence and good rationale failed me. Still I wanted to believe and have hope and faith.
I made lists
It was therapeutic for me to make lists:
- Things he took from me.
- Things I gave up to him.
- Lies he told.
- Red flags I ignored.
- Names he called me.
- Things he did and said to violate me and my children and friends and all the things he did (behaviors) which were inconsistent with the things he said.
I was too manipulated for far too long. NO MORE. Finally I understood that there was nothing of substance there in him to begin with. I thought he had more to offer me than I had to offer myself. But it was I who had what he wants and needs desperately. Perhaps he saw an innocence, a vulnerability, a naiveté about me and he knew I could be conned.
As much as I read and studied narcissism, sociopathy, and any number of disorders, I still could not comprehend why he lied and cheated as he did and why I allowed him to keep coming back for more. Someone told me that normal, healthy people cannot make sense of irrational, impulsive and sometimes delusional behavior because we simply rationalize. People who are disordered and impulsive just do what they do because they can and it benefits themselves in some way. It truly is that simple.
Creating boundaries
There are things I have learned to practice that have allowed me to find closure, take my power back, regain my confidence, which hopefully will keep me from EVER making this mistake again. I don’t need someone else to provide closure to a bad relationship or situation I never did. It was in me all along.
Creating Boundaries: These are mine:
- HONESTY — I ignored my instincts and the facts even when I caught him in lies.
- INTEGRITY — He was not and never will be a man of his word.
- FIDELITY/LOYALTY — The best indicator of future behavior is past behavior. (He cheated constantly on his previous wife, on me and on his current wife. I have been told she is wearing the same engagement ring I wore.)
- RESPECT — (The verbal abuse, the cheating, the lying, the inability to do as he says are ALL encompassing of issues of respect). The bad behavior, spitefulness, drug abuse and allowing all of the above with his adult daughters.
I learned all over again to verbalize my rule of zero tolerance. I didn’t always speak up in the presence of the sociopath because he HAD to be in control and raged or had a tantrum for days.
The closure I seek these days, which I learned as a practice from my therapist, is that when someone is disrespectful, lies or doesn’t treat me well, that I need to close it off with direct communication about what I think and feel and to NOT let them back in again. When I do, I feel like I am in control of my life, my beliefs, and displaying respect for myself (and in an appropriate way). I have truly taken my power back. It is important for me to say, “Don’t contact me again. You are behaving inappropriately. I am not interested in you any longer. I don’t like what you just said to me.” IT IS ok to protect yourself first. I explain this at the risk of sounding juvenile or patronizing but I truly had to relearn these practices, which came so naturally to me previous to the sociopath.
Recognizing my value
All of our lives are eventually a result of the decisions we make. This is particularly true of the sociopath. In fact, I prefer to believe that his life is like a constant panic of desperation to gain what others have, what he needs to see in our reflection to fill the emptiness of his disturbed soul. He can’t fulfill his own fantasies fast enough and so he scrambles daily to find victims to manipulate in order to feel superior.
Listen now — Don Shipley: Exposing phony Navy SEALs
Recently, this man’s family and new friends found the truth about him on an internet site where he has been exposed as a military impostor and con man. He has known of the exposure for two years after an investigation. He chose not to respond then. He has dishonored those who served and gave of their lives. Other women/people have now come forward and also identified him and his stories. Justice comes in strange ways sometimes. He counted on all of his victims to cower to his intimidations but HE is the coward. Those who continue to live the lie are the cowards. Yet he still has potential to be prosecuted for his crimes. HE IS EXPOSED. I prefer to be on this end simply observing the drama that he is creating with his new followers and family, with no involvement.
At some point I saw more value in what the sociopath had to offer me than in what I had in myself. And I was willing to give myself up to be what he wanted, demanded, expected. The abuse I suffered as a target of a sociopath has taken a toll. To recover, I first had to clear the fog, find myself, and understand my value and importance.
There is a kind of confidence that is exuded when we know who we are and what we want and don’t deviate too much from that. People see it in us and respect it as well. The road is long and this experience with this dysfunctional man will stay with me for a long time. I found myself through recognizing my value and making sure it is respected and appreciated, if not by someone else, by ME. After all, I am the one who has to face me every day.
Learn more — Survivor’s guide to healthy people and healthy relationships
Lovefraud originally posted this story on Dec. 9, 2009.
witsend:
Know this isn’t a red-letter day for you. In a strange way it marks the anniversary of his beginning his life, choosing to end his life with you and go off on his own, and is the beginning of the next (S-free) phase of your life. Very bittersweet, I know. Anyhow, I just wanted to let you know you’re in my thoughts and prayers today.
Wits,
My heart is with you. I know this happened yesterday and it must be hard, but I echo what Matt just said. In a way, this is a new beginning for you and I can only share from experience that it DOES get better. Right now, just roll with the emotions, hon. Go with the flow and let them all out. I did a list of all that he had done to hurt me and that helped somewhat, at the time.
Sending hugs and healing,
Cat
Witsend
I just want you to know that you are in my prayers. God bless you. With love and hugs, Heavenbound
Gem, MAtt, Heaven, Cat, Erin,
I wish it was that easy. The law is NOT on my side. He can come back at any point before the age of 18 and I will HAVE to open my door to him.
As a matter of fact I can’t kick him out at 17 BUT he can leave at 17 w/o my permission. And will NOT be treated as a runaway….
I would actually like to look at this as a begining where I might BEGIN the process of letting go…. However this might only last a week, a month, or? That hangs over me, because I can’t just CHOOSE not to let him back in the door. And he knows it.
He is doing this because he CAN. And because he is in CONTROL. And because he has WON. And all of the other delusional kinds of thoughts he has going on right now. This is a kid with a 17 year old body working with a 4 year or less brain capacity of functioning.
There is another part of this LEGAL GREY area from 17-18 that is even a worse nightmare (for the parent) but I will not post it here because HE HAS found this site. And I am already uncomfortable posting here at all.
I would love to hear Matts take on this part though, I am just not willing to risk putting it here….
And of course what I write above doesn’t cover the EMOTIONAL side of what has happened. That will not be “over” when he reaches 18. Loosing a child is a long hard row to hoe. And it doesn’t end at any certain age.
And Matt you nailed it. The day he chose to leave was putting that stake right into my heart. How could I ever forget that “date” of him leaving…..?
witsend:
Yes, he’s in control — at the moment for 364 more days. And tomorrow will be 363 more days. And the day after that will be 362 more days, etc, etc, etc.
Did he win this battle? I have no doubts that in his mind, he has. But, ultimately, he’s lost the war. The fact of the matter is that you will now begin laying the groundwork for a life that doesn’t include him.
I’m not one to stomp out anybody’s dreams. Hell, I’ve chased a few myself. Some worked out — I had a had a plan B. At the moment I’m still trying to formulate that plan B for my current circumstance. But, I know that I’ve got the resources — an education, a few bucks in the bank, and the willingness to do what I have to to survive (yes, I have temped at word processing) — that somehow I’ll find my way to the next level. Despite your trying to get your son to realize that and give him the oportunities to create a plan B — get educated, etc, he’s going to chase his dream. Hopefully it will work out and he’ll be come that famous skateboarder. But, if it doesn’t, and he’s 18, his plan B will not be moving back in with mom. It is sad, really, but, it is his own decisions at the end of the day that will land him where he lands.
edit:
It should have read “Some worked out — I had some success in Hollywood, and some didn’t. But, I always had a plan B.”
Hi again:
I am STILL remembering things that happened in teh 3.5 years and, again, feel the need to write them out…any assistance in analysis would be greatly appreciated 🙂
*”I have a tendency to steamroll over people and need someone to stop me” was one of the first things he said to me upon meeting.
*”I used to lie and use people” was another thing said…who tells a possible mate these things within the first month?
*He wanted us to go on a cell phone package together…meaning—I buy the package, he gets the free phone and pays me his portion of the bill—after 2 months of us dating.
*Texted me one Sunday after I had made plans to go out with friends and didnt invite him…”The cops are at my house-call me”. Of course I jumped on that one…why would the cops be at his house? They were there because a tree fell in his front yard–as I confronted him with how juvenile that was he responded “yeah, maybe I was trying to see if you still cared.”
*Valentines day 2009-I hadnt worked in 5 months (layoffs) and money was tight. He wanted an IPOD. I said I would get it for him, although he may have to wait a week or two after V-Day due to money. Got PISSED–said “whatever, Ill just buy it myself.”
*Let me set the stage: He has a drug ridden past although at the time we met, had been clean for at least 5 years (so he said). Ive NEVER once touched an ounce of ANY drug…EVER! One night at dinner, he told me Id be the perfect person for him to get ‘high’ with because I wouldnt let anything happen to him. He told me he was ‘thinking’ about getting high and if the opportunity arose, he was gonna do it. I, clearly objected to such nonsense (we had dated for 3 years at that time and to my knowledge he hadnt done drugs) and his respone was “this isnt fair for you to say no because its something he LOVES to do adn he wouldnt stop me from doing something I love to do”. He said we needed to ‘reconsider’ our relationship if I couldnt handle that.
Ahhhhhh…and the list goes on and on and on and on…
At the cost of monopolizing this site, I am on a RAMPAGE with all the crap. Here’s another situation that has occured…
One Saturday morning, I wanted to go see a movie my ex typically wouldnt want to see. He agreed, although he had stipulations-sex. Fine. That was over with and we were on our way. The day was typical in that we did everything we normally do on Saturdays plus the movie. Later that evening, as we sat on my couch, he had asked “hey, whaddoya say we give each other 10 minute massages before bed?” That was fine, although I clarified what he meant reinforcing that I did NOT want to have sex…we already had. That was fine with him at first, although when the time came, it was a different story!
Ten pm rolled around and he prompted me “ready for our massages”…and gave me a seductive wink. I agreed, but again made it clear I did not want sex. That was the WRONG thing to do! He proceeded to yell at me “Im so sick of this shit”….”Im not arguing with you about it…lets just go to bed”. Floored as I was, I proceeded to stand up for myself saying ‘are you seriously yelling at me for saying I didnt want sex after you ALREADY got it today?” There was no response.
He went into the bedroom as I sat on the couch..steaming! A few minutes later, I went into the bedroom, layed in bed, and felt so sick being next to him. At about 10:20, after having not spoken for 20 minutes, he casually looks at me and asks “so, are you ready to give me that massage?”
I was numb, sick, furious, and hated him at that time. To this day I dont know why, but I said “fine”. I proceeded to give him a 10 minute massage only to have him say at the end “so, that’s it…you’re only gonna do it for 10 minutes?” Disgust isnt a strong enough word for that time.
I couldnt sleep that night and was up thinking and thinking. We woke up the next morning and he was on my loveseat. I sat on the couch, passifying what happened the night before and simply said “I didnt get any sleep last night at all”. He gave me a look of half disgust at me even being there and the other half of not caring if I were alive or dead….and shook his head smugly with no response. We got ready for the gym, and of course, he would not respond to any attempts at conversation so, I stopped talking to him. He wanted Starbucks, fine, we went to Starbucks. He wanted to do abs after classs, fine, we did abs—all with NO conversation. He wanted to go out for lunch…fine, we went out for lunch-still no conversation.
Upon returning home, we were there a half hour and he said to me “Im ready to go home any time you want to take me”. We jumped in the car immediately…still not talking…and off we went on our hour trip to his house. I dropped him off, we spoke no words until 7pm that night. That asshole called me and had the NERVE to ask if I was ‘mad’ about something!
We didnt talk much for the next few days, however, somethign had to give because we had a trip planned. Wednesday night, he called me in a very concerned tone asking if everything was alright. Well, my friends, I LET HIM HAVE IT!!! All the everything I wanted to say for the longest time came flying out without censor!
He apologized, of course, cause we were supposed to leave on vacation the next day and if I was that pissed so to not go…who would he take…he has no friends (by the way-he told me all the time I was his best friend). He began quoting passages from a book I have and when I asked him where he got the quotes from he made up some lame ass lie. Fine. We hung up and I looked in my room for the book—its a damn BOOK for gods sake! Not to my surprise…it wasnt there!
I called him to ask again where the quotes came from and again he told some bull shit lie. My response was “oh, because that sounds like something from my book His Needs, Her Needs that I cant find”. Instantly, he became defensive telling me all the places I should look in my house and then blamed me for having someone in my house other than him. I dropped it, knowing he had the book, and waited for him to hang his own self.
We went on vacation, had a fabulus time! Upon coming home on Monday, he calls me (mind you almost a week after the incidetn) to tell me he’s HIGHLY offended that I accused him of stealing from my house. I didnt know what the hell he was talking about. He demanded an apology saying that we cant be in a relationship if I dont trust him. I refused to give one saying I hadnt ACCUSED him of anything. This went on for about 2 days of constant phone calls asking if I was ready to apologize for offending and hurthing his feelings, and I continued to refuse to apologize.
We have been done since then. I deleted all forms of communication except for the phone as I would have to get a new number. I still wonder why he hasnt contacted me to pick up his things…is that his ‘reason’ to contact me after Ive been punished enough?
To answer your question–quote” is that his ’reason’ to contact me after Ive been punished enough? ”
Yea, you got that right. Put his stuff in the trash (or better yet, bag it up and give it to goodwill in these hard times) and don’t anwer the phone when he calls. Are you the “FREE storage locker?” I think not.
OxDrover:
I was thinking it was the reason (considering he has some pretty nice shoes he wouldnt want to just give away). Its nice to have it confirmed, though…Im really NOT crazy!
Thanks
Meg