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!
lostingrief!!!! Yeah for one month!!! I am on month 5 of NC. I can see so many improvement’s in my health and mental health as well. 20 year’s? bless your heart – hang in there , you are an inspiration too me. thanks for sharing your story. Oxy – Did you know you can get more corn in a crooked row than a straight row? I went to a garage sale here in colorado this morning. This old woman with lot’s of character – i enjoyed talking too her – you could just tell she was full of wisdom and had a good heart – well guess what i bought?
I fell in love with a machine
he had no emotions of love or empathy
he tried to warn me but I laughed
didn’t believe there is no cure for a sociopath
oh don’t take pity on me scorned
he is the one who to society cannot conform
I saw him drowning in distress
only because he chooses to refuse a life vest
I just came across this blog and was a bit fascinated because I’ve also had a strange experience with a person who is most likely a psychopath. It was so strange that I still can’t wrap my head around it even though it’s been about a year and a half since I saw him last or had any contact with him. I was drawn to him because he was anything but boring, and his impulsive and full-of-life behavior gave me lyrical inspiration (I’m a songwriter). Perhaps it is because S/P’s are such unusual characters that he gave me this intense curiosity about him and to this day I still think about him all the time, not because I have any feelings for him anymore but because I am still so fascinated by his character. Also, its just such a tragedy that a person so incredibly intelligent as he was would choose instead to self-destruct, drowning himself in deceit, drugs and alcohol. There was almost something poetic about this self destruction and tragic flaw in character that would allow someone to be so un-self aware.
The strange thing is I was more or less aware of his manipulative and cunning nature, and sometimes even found myself impressed by the sheer amount of creativity he put into his work. At the time I even enjoyed being manipulated by him, I’ll never understand why.
All in all it was a very painful experience for me, but it made me so incredibly thankful that I do have the capacity to love, and have since found a wonderful man and put all of it, except this lingering curiosity, behind me. I hope that if the curiosity continues that someday I could collect enough ideas about these themes to write a short story or novel.
My heart goes out to those of you currently dealing with an S/P!
The only reason these characters (men and women with the condition of living in their big egos) date younger people, is not only due to the physical attractiveness … it’s the naivety of the age bracket that empowers them … not knowing yet, what mature people already found out about them … aka NOT putting up with their lies and manipulations. Knowledge about “them” is threatening their very existence (LOL) … boo, hoo … now they’ll be forced to grow up. Life’s tough … get over it.
Peace.
Dear LIG,
Yep, a lack of continual stress in your life will make you look 10 years younger and a lot more healthy. I can’t even imagine how I looked or must have looked a year ago when I was so stressed and so sick as well.
Henry, what did you buy? Corn?
Of course, silly, a crooked line between two points is LONGER than a straight line between the same two points. DUH! I knew that when I was a kid and could barely see over the plow handles—but a crooked row was all I could plow! LOL By the time I got to where I could plow a straight row, my grandpa sold the mules and got a tractor.
Wish you’d have been here today Henry, I’d have put your butt to work—son D and I got up on the hangar roof and started some minor repairs, tightening the screws, putting in new flashing on the ridge and caulking the seam between the hangar roof and the roof over the studio….then before we hardly got off it started raining, I hope it didn’t ruin our caulking! But this old body is tired tonight, I’m getting too old for all this manual labor up on roofs. As soon as I get the leaks fixed FOR SURE, I can repair the ceiling and lay the carpet in the third room and I will be 3/5ths done with the remodeling job. I’m going to take some “time off” from work for a while and start a stained glass project I am THINKING on, and NOT EVEN FEEL GUILTY!
My friends still have stuff stored in the two bedrooms of the studio, and I sent them an e mail today telling them that they have til October 15th to clear it out—notice that THEY have til Oct 15th to clear it out, if I have to clear it out cause they haven’t I will call Goodwill and have them come pick it all up. See how good I am getting at setting BOUNDARIES and even giving them a reasonable TIME to make arrangements to get the stuff moved, but also a LIMIT on the amount of TIME they have to get it moved. The greatest part too is that I DON’T FEEL THE LEAST BIT GUILTY ABOUT SETTING A REASONABLE BOUNDARY. In fact, if you want to know the truth, I am actually PROUD OF MYSELF!!! Pat pat pat! (that’s the sound of me patting myself soundly on the back) TOWANDA!!!!!
Boy Oxy, I can see that big smile of yours grinning from check to check. Good girl … that’s the way to do it. It’s so good to laugh again … and smiling, one of my favorite past times.
Peace and Harmony, sleep well tonight.
Oh, by the by, we had a drive by shooting tonight at 9:00. Two teenage boys on a white motorcycle … who don’t know a thing yet … shooting a gun at a neighbor’s house … 5 houses from me … I never saw all my neighbors on the entire block all come out of their houses at the same time … nice to know everyone was concerned and everyone dialed 911. The people who live in the house couldn’t get over it … they were all in the back portion of the house getting ready for bed … 6 shots right into the front rooms … unbelievable. Oh, and P.S. the police were there within minutes of the call … any time you mention a weapon … they all come out of the woodwork … many, many, many undercover officer all responded. Nice to know they do care.
Peace.
oxy I bought a cast iron skillit—-now I have 3…..I am so glad to be home from CO. You sure are active for an old lady!!! don’t take that too serious, I admire you.. I can’t do the thing’s I used to do, at 54 my back is worn out. But I still climb up trees with a chainsaw. I just can’t lift heavy thing’s like I used to. So I wait for help, two back’s are better than one. I remember my grandmother cutting firewood with a chainsaw when she was 75. She lived to be 96, I miss her…gnite oxy
Dear Wini,
Just remember:
When SECONDS count, the police are only MINUTES away.!!!!
Yes, that is scary when there are just “random” shots fired like that. Budding Ps for sure! I hope the cops get them.
WE had 3 brothers in this community that were “acting out” by the time the youngest was 10, in and out of juvy for arson and vandalizm. One drove his motorcycle into a pick up truck head on in an accident, but the community thought was “one down, two to go.” The other two went to prison and then got out and “back to business as usual” but the cops finally rearrested one, and the other is laying low at least for now. The oldest one is less than 25 and I doubt if he will make it alive back in this community for very long, he will break into the wrong house at the wrong time, either that or he will go to priosn for murder himself.
The only thing they ever did to me was to open the gate and let my whole large herd of cattle out on the highway just before solid dark one night (they were seen doing it) and could have gotten someone killed if the neighbors hadn’t warned me what had happened, fortunately, my cattle were gentle and came on right back in.
At least before all the oil an gas rig workers came into our community to drill on the FAyetteville Shale area we knew who the neighborhood “bad boys” were–now there are a lot of strangers and people who are nomads in our area, and will be I imagine for the next 30 years. I guess there is no place except a “desert island” that there aren’t a few Ps around looking for “excitement.” Glad you are okay and your neighbors are as well.
Oh, and another boundary I set a few days ago (I am SO proud of myself) the gal who rents my son C’s house from my other brought her two horses here after the torando tore up her mother’s farm. Unfortunately, she is not taking care of them very well (she actually can’t afford to feed them) My pasture renters put a large round bale of hay in their pen the day they picked up hay bales out of the field to store. I had a talk with the girl about not feeding them enough (but she didn’t “get it” that you shouldn’t be able to see a horse’s ribs just because she has some “race horse” in her) anyway, I gave her a date to get the horses off my place and into a permanent place. I felt really bad for the horses actually, because the girl doesn’t know squat about them and one of the horses is viscious—and actually bit the owner on her breast and almost amputated the breast—and I WILL NOT have a dangerous animal on this place. Period. So I “set my foot” down about her keeping the horses here “forever” instead of just a temporary shelter arrangement that I gave her after the storm. They are tearing down the fences in a effort to reach over to grass and sooner or later they will get out and the untamed one would be impossible to get off the highway, which is dangerous as well, so GO they MUST. I can’t say I didn’t have some “guilty” feelings about that, but I didn’t take her or her horses to “raise” and my pastures are rented out to others (except for MY donkeys and a couple of MY pet cows)
Henry, we posted over each other again. LOL
I should have known what you bought!
I had so many cast iron pots etc that I actually thinned them down a while back. It is about all I cook with on the stove. I love them, the ultimate “non-stick” pot if you know how to keep them oiled and rust free. I have about every size from tiny to HUGE plus dutch ovens with feet for cooking at the living history thing, bean pots, a griddle (I want a double griddle but haven’t seen one lately) I won’t buy the new cast irons that are put out now, I like the OLD ones, the older the better, and with a nice smooth bottom.
This fall I will make a camp fire and put all my iron pots and pans in it, let the fire burn off and then take and reseason them. I like lard for seasoning them better than anything else, but olive oil willl do if you can’t get lard. (not that stuff sold in bricks at the grocery that says it’s lard, it is mostly “hydroginated oils” I get real lard in 10 pound buckets at the butcher, pure unsalted, I keep it frozen as I don’t use much of it for anything else.
Makes the iron skillet bounce better off of bone too! ha ha,
G’nite Henry! sleep well. An ice pack on the bump on your head will help! LOL ()hugs)))
Oxy, I wondering if these were the same two morons racing through the neighborhood a few weeks back? I was walking my dog … got to the end of our block … and the two of them came racing by at about 100 mph. I looked across the street where several elderly neighbor’s were were sitting on their front porch. I said “do you know them”. They said “no”. I said “oh, we’ll be reading their obituaries in the paper by the end of the summer”. All the woman said “you’re right … we will be reading about them or them killing some innocent person”.
I’m just shaking my head … this is too crazy. They brought the FBI to our town about a month ago. I saw it on the news … they’ll be here for several months working with our local police … now that’s a sad, sad, sad, state of affairs when your city has to have the aid of the FBI cause the citizen’s are out of control. They did this several years back … due to drug dealers killing innocents along their rampage over their turf wars. Then when they lock up the kingpin, he’s still giving orders from behind bars? You see this in the movies but it’s true. I remember seeing every inner city kid has a aromatic container on the dashboard of his car … style was of a kings crown … “Latin Kings” … even if they weren’t in the gang … they acted the part. I haven’t see that in years … either they are behind bars or just grew up. I know the single mom’s in our city had enough of all the anti-social husbands/father’s of their kids … kicked them all to the curb and cleaned up the neighborhood … Enough is enough and none of them were going to take anything, anymore … not from the Mayor, the Politicians in higher offices, the police (at that time) … no one. I gave them a lot of credit … the last 15 years that I’ve been living in my home … I see children and teenagers again, normal kids … riding their bikes, walking while they bounce a basket ball, kids in the parks … swimming, playing basketball, baseball … kids walking to and from school … it’s nice to see all this. What a turn-around … now I’m wondering if this 2 young teenagers just moved into the area … and have no clue what these mommas are going to do to them … if they catch their butts … I bet a lot of lawns will be raked and snow shoveled the remainder of this year.
Peace.
About knowing they are “not quite right”. I don’t know about all of you, but I think sometimes I purposely (unconsciously though) choose men with problems, that have a hard time in life for one reason or another, because deep in my heart I really like being needed, not just wanted. I want to be valuable in some way to the person I’m with. And I feel that if I choose the dented cans and damaged goods, that they will be less likely to leave me.
I know this is not really the case, they can and do leave, though they never leave to work on themselves or live alone, but just cruise on to someone new. Personally I think they move on just because the natural hurt feelings of the “old” lover, their questions and suspicions and crying jags, are just getting to them, to their egos, making them suspect that “gasp” they aren’t the wonderful people they believe themselves to be.
Also other folks in the social network may start to question the S, hold them accountable.. ask the $20,000 question.. “WHY?”
They not only move on to a new lover, they move on to an entirely new set of “friends” and supporters. They can never keep them, but they always have plenty of short termers.