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!
Stargazer and henry-
I write letters to my x telling him all the horrible things he is and the horrible things he did to me. I write as if I’m going to send them but, I stick them in my file cabinet in a folder called “Psycho Boy”. I also try to think alot about the times he really showed his ass – the ones where he looked the worst. Like the time he tore up my house and slipped and fell in the pasta he’d dumped all over the floor and laid there in it having some kind of fit where he reminded me of Gumby and I thought to myself “Maybe he’s gonna lay there and die……..” Or I think about how he sounded on his first message he left me when he had wrecked his truck. He sounded like a spoiled, whining brat saying “You need to come get me right now…..” I think it’s helping me alot!!
I’m watching “Must Love Dogs”. Love that movie.
Anyone out their known John Cusack?
Peace.
Oh my! That sounds like a scene from Seinfeld! (for Besameanne). Most of the memories from when I was actually with the S were good ones, if you don’t count the lies and broken promises, most of which I found out after the fact. That’s what makes it so hard to get over. I always felt so comfortable around him, like I was with the person I’m supposed to be with. I hear Amber Frey also felt that way around Scott Peterson.
StarG: We all felt the same way. That’s why lies are so potent an arsenal for them. It works. They are using the theory of “getting more flies with honey”. If they showed us the vinegar side of what they are … do you think we’d fall for them???
Peace.
I don’t know if I will get over it, but I will get past it. I dont think we should ever forget this, I have allowed too many toxic people in my life, my whole life, I took almost ruining my health and sanity to make me take a hard look at the truth – I wont be a door mat ever again – and I don’t want to always be bitter about it – and I don’t have to forgive them – i just want to accept what happened and put in the past where it belong’s and move past this – move forward.
I am no longer feeling anger toward the ex. But I do feel the need to have a conversation with him, even though I know it would be pointless because he’s sick. When he pulled a no call/no show on me for the second time, I just walked. I never slung any rage at him or let him know in words how much he had hurt me. I just walked and never spoke to him except from a brief email in which I told him I never wanted contact from him again. I’m told I did the right thing. But I wish I’d had one last conversation, even if it was just to see him squirm and lie again. It would be closure for me.
Henry, so true. Did you ever notice, besides this blog, that we (the folks on LF) never run into each other in real life … always being blocked by the EX personalities … they’re the ones that run up to us to meet us first … take us off the market. Do their damage … and leave us spinning. But, we will survive all this nonsense … grow bigger and bettter hearts and live life to the fullest. I promise everyone that.
Peace.
Henry, you are so right about toxic people. Though I miss some of the toxic people that I’ve been close to, life just works better without them. I said good-bye to a toxic massage client that I’ve had for a year. I will miss her a lot, and I was sad to see her go. But she had a tendency to get verbally abusive if things don’t go her way. I just got tired of dealing with it.
Stargazer-
I was very comfortable with my x, too – when he was acting normal (what we/I think is normal). A week before he left this last time, I had 2 teeth pulled. He took me to the dentist, picked me wildflowers on the way there and on the way back, fixed me breakfast and supper for 2 days – things I could eat. Right before he left, he went to the grocery store and, actually spent HIS money. Bought me my favorite stuff and came home and accused me of texting my previous boyfriend – said he’d just talked to him, threw me down, drug me in the house – and he knew he was lying about what he was accusing me of. Go figure it. I just know I can’t live like that, I won’t live like that, I don’t have to live like that, I deserve better than that – and, I’ll not get better than that from him. This last time he was here, he was the best he’d ever been for the longest time of all – and he was also the worst he’s ever been when he left. Guess it must have been killing him to be that good for that long!!!
I don’t remember were I read it, probably here on this blog somewhere (CRS) but describing a P is like describing someone who is a “nice guy” except every once in a while he robs a bank. It doesn’t matter how nice he is when he is nice, because all the “nice” in the world doesn’t make up for the fact that he robs a bank every few years.
They seem to think that even “one nice act” no matter how trivial wipes out years of “bank robberies” and we will just forget those things. Talk about reverse logic.
Then they “accuse” you of something that is totally off the wall and as absurd as if they accused you of being at Ford’s Theater the night Lincoln was killed, and then berate you for it.
I do think sometimes they even fall for and believe their own lies.