Editor’s note: The following essay was submitted by Lovefraud reader “Presseject.” This is part two of his story. Part one was posted yesterday.
By Presseject
About two weeks after I confronted my S, there was a very dark day in which I was cut to pieces. I am okay now recalling it, but at that time, and for many weeks afterwards, it was like a knife in the heart. I would like to share a bit further with you the silver lining to this part of the story and how that relates to the good work you have done with the site. You see, it went like this:
I had my S visit and stay with me for my birthday weekend. He presented me with fun gifts and a card that included the words signed with “tons of love.” We had been dating for over six months at that point. (This included all the fun, spontaneous “impulsive” trips and arrangements including our visits to Miami, Key West, Palm Beach, Washington DC, New York City, Toronto, and London Ont.) But… while he was staying with me that last visit on my birthday, I happened to glance over at his laptop and saw a heading in his email program on a received email from what I thought was a dating website. So naturally I questioned it and I was told it was no one he knew, that sometimes he visited the site but wasn’t meeting anyone. A real nice birthday surprise!
After he went back, I found the site, having memorized the name of it in the email heading. To find his profile, I had to create one for myself. Once I did this, I saw he was very active at the site, logging in each day and the profile was marked as “looking for a relationship and/or one-on-one.” This left a sinking feeling in me. I thought we had a relationship, so again I needed to let him know it didn’t sit well with me. To do this though took even greater strength. I remember turning to God in prayer at that point to ask for that strength to find and face the truth, whatever it might be. And this was actually the beginning of my new relationship with God. Together with God’s help I knew I was going to get to the truth (I am still in this quest and I will continue this prayer) but little did I know it would turn my world inside out and leave me without the dream of love and feeling something others have described as being emotionally raped.
The day I after I spoke with him about my feelings about the site and his profile which he said calmly he’d “take into consideration,” he sent three typical friendly emails, pictures of himself with family, links to fun websites, nothing out of the ordinary. That evening though, he called and said it was over. He was going to try to find someone closer to where he lived possibly. He said he couldn’t explain me to his family although oddly, a few months prior, he had introduced me affectionately to each and every one of them! I was stunned and expressed my shock, especially after all the birthday gifts and words of love shared the week before. That sinking feeling was the Titanic going down then. To be discarded so quickly without much of a sound reason was baffling and horrible all at the same time.
Somehow I had the sense (when all seemed like chaos and NO sense) to google “personality disorder” along with the word “relationship” about a week after that. It led to the various sites on narcissism that seemed to give hints at what had just happened. (I learned to do searches excluding the words “Sam,” “Vaknin” and “Malignant” after a while). A close friend soon suggested the idea of a sociopath to me. (I still very much like the description one visitor has offered at Lovefraud of a “sociopath parading as a narcissist”) and it was the descriptions of a sociopath I found at Lovefraud that fit so well with my experience of the shock I had experienced of being “discarded.” But somehow, unlike many of the stories I had been reading, I hadn’t sensed that I had been completely “devalued.” (Discarded yes, but devalued?) That maybe my S was not such an S after all. (Later on I would read many entries in the site about those of us who are left wanting to still find hope in these kinds of situations, the appropriate and helpful reference to the Stockholm syndrome in particular). So I was, at that point, very hurt, very confused and still hopeful that love might still triumph. After all, I had never met someone so “nice” and fun to be with (at the beginning of course) and even after the hurt, it then still seemed worth “fixing.” (Part of me now thinks that having that kind sweet hope alive probably serves to help to cushion the extreme shock of what is plainly a hurtful and illogical abandonment.)
So I rose to the occasion, and again called on God to help back me up. It was at that two week time period after his “gotta go now” quick ending of our relationship that I sent one very kind and considerate email suggesting that perhaps that there had been a misunderstanding, that it seemed a shame to throw away all the fun and passionate friendship we had been enjoying so intently. In return, the next day, I received the most caustic, illogical, insulting and degrading note I have ever read from anyone. All I can say is THANK GOD I had found the Lovefraud.com site the week prior because as this horrible dark experience took such a sinister turn, I knew from reading your site enough to know that part of the equation, (the part that was missing) was the “devalued” part. I had been discarded the week before with not much of an explanation. And sure enough, I then had it in full force in front of me, the “devaluing” part, seething with vile and cold inequity.
His heartless letter was filled with twisted statements about my body that he thought revolted him (odd, since throughout the entire six months I was told over and over how desirable I was!) The rest of it was illogical too, the reasoning seemed childish, trivial and hurtful. But it set me free actually. I had prayed to God for strength and understanding. I had found this, God had indeed helped me to find the tools of understanding and knowledge through your site from experts and through the words of other survivors you have helped. Through reading your site, I was somewhat “protected” when this insane letter was received having been somewhat warned about how a sociopath might behave. It was the most startling realization, painful of course yet on the other hand, all the “pieces” of the puzzle now fit. I really can’t imagine how much worse the pain would have been without the good information I had found at Lovefruad.com. Thank you again for being there! Although it was one of the most damaging emotional things I have ever experienced, Lovefraud has been a real part of the silver lining in getting through this storm. The other part I guess is me… I did the hard part of walking through this and caring for myself enough to get my sanity back.
I can tell you this much too; as others have noted here, friends, ministers, group therapy and other places I have turned to did not quite provide the kind of human compassionate understanding I needed to help me through this over the last three months. I was going through days in which I was strong with my new understandings. Other days I was left trying to find even a shred of what my heart had been or felt like. I knew “no contact” was the only option even though I would still get urges to write and send things (new feelings of forgiveness, anger, or needing justice still surface from time to time.) Learning these kinds of individuals cannot change was also helpful. Over time, the hurt I experienced was less and less about my personal shortcomings (through his hurtful words that I had mistakenly held up against myself only adding fuel to his fire he started). Lovefraud helped initially for me to learn some basics about the behaviors (how to identify a sociopath, etc) \and then went even further to help me regain myself again, to learn this could be the start of a whole new positive change for me and my approach to relationships (which I also learned has been punctuated by somewhat similar encounters although nothing as awful as this last one). I am resolved now to keep seeking the truth in others and in myself. I won’t be so quick to be attracted to those with effortless charm and fearless impulsiveness or selfish motives, no matter how “successful” they might be in other areas of their lives. I have learned about my old pattern of picking out this kind of “successful” person from a crowd. I have learned about my own impulsiveness and (controlling) need to be a caretaker to someone emotionally unavailable. It can work in the short run but not for anything more substantial… like love.
That is where I am heading now, towards love, a shared love, and with luck I will find this. Lovefraud has helped and this is why I have taken time to write here, to express continued gratefulness for all those who make this site so helpful. My words are here for God too, as a prayer to share with Him my gratefulness during this recovery period, for His help and the strength he has given me to rise above the chaos with new insights and compassion for myself. To experience how I am able to take responsibility too for my own welfare, to be an active and (still) loving part in this process. God answered my prayer and I believe He will also answer others who ask and pray. (A higher power can do this, however you come to see this and whatever names you choose to use for it)…
To go one step further, my words here are also a prayer for those that are also, at this very moment, trying hard through very difficult times to find their own understanding and strength. I hope you find it and I hope you are also able to set yourself free from all that is cruel, careless and hurtful. (Please read all you can about this kind of disorder, it really helps to get past the hurt from being left in the dark.) We each have this power within us, it is up to each of us to find it and put it to good use!
The ironic thing is that if you were ever in a high office, you would probably find that many of your peers are sociopaths. Ugh!
Oxy, your sense of humor has come back … so I write to comment on it. I know you are being serious with another blogger but that wit of yours takes over and I start cracking up. I could just see you riding in your pickup truck with the shotgun racks over the back window… and all the town folks saying, oh, that’s just Oxy.
LOL, LOL, LOL.
StarG: You think? Why do you think they have to be at the top in the first place? We’ve been blogging about that for months about our EXs having to be on top and in control … and now you know whose running our country .. into the ground.
I can’t believe Georgie tonight… straight face to the American public … this is what the war cost (ugh, what and how the banks collapsed – not even a cough) … and this is what we stole … and I’ve got 4 months to go so I will sanction all my cronies to get your money again … to pay for their retirements … and did I even thank all you good folks for the ride of a life time … yippee coyote yea
Then the other one is running to DC with his hand out … cough, I mean to look into all this.
I’m shaking my head now.
Peace.
Oops, I didn’t read all the earlier posts. Nothing like stating the obvious, huh? lol
Well, Wini, remember that old song from years and years ago “A Country Boy can Survive?” Well, a country GIRL can survive too. I may not be governor of Arkansas or Alaska, but I can shoot the moose and skin it too—but I stop at chewing the hide!
Yea, my sense of humor (which has always been a bit twisted) is coming back. Talked to a friend of mine tonight who is a VP for Student Services at an upscale college in Maryland and we were cracking up. I told her she needed to come see me, and she said “Well, I hope you don’t grow your hair out long and put it in a pony tail like all the hippies etc.” and I told her “Your’e too late, I already did that, but I wear it in a bun now” and I thought she was gonna choke. She’s so citified that her idea of “roughing it” is a Holiday Inn without a heated pool,so she thinks I’m crazy anyway!
She and I worked at the same college for 4 years and got to be friends, and the new pres of the college who is a P, had hit on her when they were both VPS and then when he got to be prez, it was only a few days before he fired her outright. What a jerk. She also dated one for a while, and got raked over the coals pretty good, turned out while he was dating her, and talking marriage, he had actually GOTTEN MARRIED to someone else and then met her for a weekend get away and left her a NOTE ON HER CAR—JUST LEFT THE HOTEL ROOM while she was in the shower and put a note on her car!
So we had a good laugh about the Ps in our lives, but you know, you finally just get to the point that all you CAN do is laugh about it. What’ya gonna do, cry the rest of your life? If you do, they have WON!
BTW Wini, I don’t have a gun rack in the back of my pick up(s) but I’m thinking of mounting a machine gun on the hood! LOL
Well twisted sister Oxy, you’ve still got that zip in your pip. I’m citified too … had the best of three worlds growing up … city, country and shoreline. When you see that movie “children of the corn”, well my childhood on the weekends and holidays was “children of the tobacco fields”. Those corn stalks had nothing on the tobacco stalks. Then horseback riding … hiking, fishing … all country stuff. Then there was the beach for the entire summer … having your soul go with the flow of the sun, wind and surf … city was concerts and bus trips all over the NE …
I’m laughing … I remember when I was a kid … after school one day speaking with my mom and asking her what’s wrong with me, I am so much darker than the other kids in class is there something different about me? She laughed and said … yes, you still have your tan.
Peace.
Oxy- I do have a couple “things in my favor” to do with the pause – look over both my shoulders – lower my voice) fire thing. I live in a log cabin built in 1840 originally. The logs are white oak and, over the years, they have seasoned into what I describe as petrified rock. I’m not sure a blow torch would catch the logs on fire. I don’t think he’d have the patience for it. Tin roof, too. And, the first time he threatened to do that, I surprised myself by being on my toes and I immediately said “Good. Go right ahead and burn them both and I’ll take the insurance money and I’ll get the hell out of this place.” I think I shut that idea down. He did say it another time or two but, I could tell he’d lost his enthusiasm over that one.
I think I got the shivers over that one just finding out that alot of them like to play with fire.
StarG: What are they going do to me, take my job? Take my money? Did that, done deal. LOL.
It’s ironic though – classic 101 anti-social live, on TV … state to state and around the globe and still had that straight look in his face we gotta bail my buddies out … we gotta folks or we’ll go belly up! Notice the timing this all came out … you know he’s going to do a NIXON pardon before he leaves office. And the saga continues … And we won’t even get a post card from the islands when he and his buddies all retire. Oh, oh, and then all the books will come out from the ghost writers doing all the work and they’ll sign their names.
Peace.
Yeah besameanne it’s called an adult temper tantrum. Mad at you for doing and having … what he can’t do for himself.
Peace.
Judge Judy for president!!!!!!