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!
Dear Heidi60: Read up from where you posted. Those are the bloggs that came in prior to you writing. I don’t feel like re-writing what I discovered … I already posted what I had to say … and they are before your message arrived.
Peace. You’ll get through the shock and horror of what they are and what they did to you. In the meantime, when you get your peace and harmony back in your life and you can see it from another perspective … you will heal.
In the meantime, be good to yourself. Don’t beat yourself up over this … pamper yourself so you can start your healing.
Revenge…
It has been over a week since I’ve posted.
The full moon does crazy things to me..namely increases my anxiety and depression. I’ve been thinking about my P a lot. I cried the other night, 6.5 months after discard and 2 months after NC. I think there is some validity to lunacy…
I am a member of a gay rowing club. Every morning, I have found rowing to be the best thing to help me put my P out of my head. The sound of the water, the feel of the oar in my hand, working with 7 other poeple to drive the boat through the water and the repetative breathing and movement, stroke after stroke. It is my morning meditation.
For me, the chaos my P caused has created static in my head. Noise of an emotional and psychological nature. Quieting the noise and centering myself helps me feel stronger when I get hit with a wave of strong feelings.
Once he moved to NYC, I had so much anger as reality set in. Rage at what had happened. I started channeling my anger into my workouts. Now, 5 months later, I look in the mirror and I see a new person…me. One I know my P would love to have control and use again. I smile knowing, he never will.
Find an activity you like or have always wanted to try. Golf lessons, tennis lessons, karate (ooo the images of what I could do to my P with that one!) get a trainer…join a club–channel the negative into something positive for yourself. The endorphin release after rowing or lifting something heavy feels great. Like I did something good for myself.
This reminds me of the movie, Ruthless People. Bette Midler is kidnapped by some rather clumsy criminals. Her s/n/p husband, Danny Devito, refuses to rescue her..devalues and discards her. She gets so mad she starts lifting paint cans and losing weight. Well guess who gets it in the end…
A holistic approach to recovery, physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual helps me every day.
I am currently struggling with my relationship to God. Before I met my P, I asked God to bring someone into my life that would love me the way I loved other people. I thought he had. I have found that God has a sense of humor and is very literal. If you look at my comments above about the P being a mirror, he answered my prayer-literally. I fell in love with somoene who loved me exactly the way I love other people because the love I felt from my P was my own, reflected back. I will certainly be more specific in the future. I also realize the great blessing that lesson has been. Guess that was his frying pan.
I read a lot. I’ve been immersing myself in art and creative ventures..I write too. That is how I’ve grown mentally.
Emotionally, I look for the thinking behind my feelings. This is how I am growing emotionally. THinking determines feelings and feelings determine behavior. I am have along way to go to understanding the deep thought patterns engrained in my psyche. This is where I’m at on the journey.
Hang in there all. Keep coming back.
Dear Powerten,
Speaking about God’s “sense of humor”—reminds me of people who have told me that when you “pray for patience” God sends you a problem that you have to exercise patience, i.e. learn patience from that problem, He doesn’t just go “ZAP. YOU ARE NOW PATIENT.” LOL
There is also the old saying “be careful what you pray for, you might GET IT.”
I think that we (humans) sometimes don’t really KNOW what we “need.” So we pray for what we THINK we need to “make us happy.” Then when something comes along that we think is the “answer to our prayers” for whatever THING we thought we needed, it turns out that WE WERE WRONG. It wasn’t what God sent us, but something we wanted very badly so we grabbed on to it as “the answer to our prayers.”
I have learned to be VERY cautious in what I pray for, like if I needed a job, I wouldn’t pray for “God let me get THIS job” that I had interviewed for, but I would instead, pray that “God, I don’t know which one of the jobs that I am looking at is right for me, or if any of them are, but I TRUST your wisdom to see that I am fed, so do whatever is best for me in the long haul, and I know that YOU KNOW what that is.”
Then I TRUST that whatever happens is what is for the best.
Sometimes I have felt (after the death of my husband) that I needed and wanted another mate so much. I felt so alone and lonely and old and ugly and so on, and the next thing I know this GREAT guy pops into my life and I latched on to him like a life raft, but he turned out to be a Psychopath and boy did that hurt, HURT, to have to kick him to the curb. But you know, I got something POSITIVE out of that miserable, hurtful relationship, I am NOW content in MYSELF, I realized I don’t NEED A MAN to make me happy, I don’t need another mate to be OK, I am more secure in myself, etc. so that P-man being in my life did ultimately LEAD TO AN IMPROVED MODEL OF MYSELF. Without that experience I might not be as strong as I am now, as CONTENT as I am, as happy as I am.
God did answer my prayers, but it wasn’t what I had expected, or the WAY I expected.
“Sometimes God calms the storm, and sometimes, God calms the Child during the storm.” The result is the same, but the way it is done is different.
Even the “trials and tribulaltions” we encounter in this life can strengthen us, just like the hard work of lifting weights and doing exercises strengthens the body, trials and problems strengthen our souls. It’s all hard work to gain strength, but I think it is worth it in the end.
A person who has never encountered “loss” of any significance or pain of any significance would fall totally “apart” from a “paper cut”—but learning from losses, learning from challenges, learning from all of life’s disappointments is a good opportunity to strengthen ourselves and become better people.
At the time of the loss, and during the grieving, we must keep our faith that we ARE strong enough to endure, to learn, to grow. Though there have been dark, horrible days, and still are some when the sun doesn’t seem to shine, that I would give in to despair, but they are getting fewer and futher apart, and it takes a bigger and darker cloud to darken my visions now that it did before.
If I have survived the “P-attacks,” there is NOTHING I CAN’T SURVIVE and THRIVE under!
Hang tough, Powerten, you are stronger than you know!!!! (((hugs)))) and always prayers for the LF bloggers.
OMG Heidi. Yours has to be the most horrible story i’ve seen so far. My ex-soc did the same thing to me…stayed out of work 6 mos when he got me fired from my job and convinced me to stay home too. I spent my life savings supporting us. We weren’t married but he planned to..as soon as he filed divorce from his wife..which he still hasn’t done. i was with him 2 yrs so it took him awhile to take me down. But in 7 mos you were destroyed! My ex was playing games. He was telling the they were getting back together, pretending with me that we were getting married, and had another woman in the same town set up in a 2nd place to live. He conned me into putting his name on the deed to my home before he moved in. My only saving grace was that I got the other woman’s name and found out where she lives so now I can get my life back. I told the wife what he did. I played my last card today. I told him if he doesn’t sign the deed over to me this week, i texted that i will contact his girlfriend and ask for her help, or, i’ll drop the papers off at her job to take to him to sign. I texted the name of her job to him. Or, i’ll talk to the prosecuter about filing fraud charges..or I will go to the media. This is the only thing that sparked cooperation. he called right away and asked i leave her out of this. so, obviously, she does not know the entire story and he does not want her to find out. I believe I will get my deed signed this week. If i call the other woman, he may get kicked out of her place and have nowhere to go…his biggest nightmare. God was with me when i found her paycheck stub in my car and got her work info. God was with me when i discovered her name on the nurse’s register when i went to pick his son up from school. I also let him know i remember now that it was the other woman’s car he used to move into my place, therefore, she was in the picture the entire time of our relationship. i told him what he did was a scam, a con, a fraud. I said, did you and the other woman plan this to steal my property?? he said, did you call me to tell me what a horrible person i am? he said, i pray for you everyday. i told him to rot in hell. i will overnight the papers. he said he’ll sign and leave them at my home this week. let’s see. Isn’t there some way you can find out where your ex is to get your things back? Can you call the x wife? Maybe she knows.
One last note. Can you imagine when his girlfriend gets home from work today? He will be trying to find out if I called her..feeling her out. ..asking how her day went. I got to act quick with the papers before he has time to make up a crappy story to her.
GREAT JOB I WONDER! Using his tactics to get him to cooperate with you! Playing “nice” with them doesn’t work, but sometimes a bit of “black mail” is a good thing. LOL
Of course he doesn’t want you to contact her and blow his cover, so his little game of keeping his name on your condo papers is up, unless he wants her to find out about it.
I Absolutely believe God was with you to give you this opportunity to “fight fire with fire” and to be able to reclaim your own.
I will give you one piece of unsolicited advice, however, I wouldn’t give him a “ration” of crap about other things right now, just keep it to the POINT of signing the papers OR ELSE. The old KISS method, “Keep it simple, stupid” LOL
It must give you a great deal of satisfaction to have actually won this round! *when he signs* and sometimes we DO get justice. I actually held on to my X-DIL’s two most valued possessions, her kids’ ashes and her cat…to get her to file taxes for 07 with my son (which actually benefited them BOTH) and then to divide the money between them. She signed and I gave her the cat and her son’s ashes. I had not planned to REALLY keep either of them (I’m not that low, she would have gotten her son’s ashes no matter what) but SHE DIDN’T KNOW THAT. She would not have gotten the cat however, it would have gone back to my son or another good home, but as long as SHE THOUGHT I might kill it (she thinks I am a horrible person) she cooperated, and she would NOT have cooperated if I hadn’t had possession of her two prime objects of affection.
It isn’t often that we can get “possession” of things that they value enough to make them cooperate with us, sometimes it is just information, or documents, or actually items, but when we do get hold of them or get them in a bind, they might just cooperate. Good for you, IWONDER!!!!TOWANDA!!!!!!
OxDrover: I swear God was with me. He could have slipped out and gone who knows where and I wouldn’t have heard from him again. I also got the car back I paid for him to use right after he split..but I had to threaten to call the police and report it stolen if he didn’t return it. He is still jerking his wife around with her divorce papers…for 3 years! Last time I spoke to her, he gave her a false address as where to send them. I gave her the correct address. I told him I AM NOT WAITING 3 years like Naomi is to get her divorce papers signed. I held onto knowing about where the girlfriend works all this time…for 4 months…just in case I needed to use that ACE up my sleeve. Today was the day. After the car thing, he knows I am not playing.
I wonder, it is funny, my DIL, now XDIL, didn’t let on tha tshe knew I was “blackmailing her” directly to me, but she told her BF in prison by letter, and he in turn wrote a letter to my mom complaining how I had mistreated her by holding on to her son’s ashes and her cat, so I KNOW she knew I was holding on to them for “black mail” though I never ever threatened her with hurting or not returning them, I just kept “stalling” over haviing the time to drive them 60 miles one way, kept telling her I would return them as soon as “I had time.” So we both played our little “head games” with me holding on to the ashes and the cat, and her pretending that she bought my story of “not having time.” LOL But, whatever happened, I was in the drivers seat because she knew that I had possession of those things and believed I was EVIL enough to destroy those two things, because THAT WAS WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE DONE IF THE SITUATION WAS REVERSED, so her projection of her own feelings and thoughts on to me, worked in my favor for once! LOL
The Bible advises us to be wise as serpants and we should be, and when we are stressed out with their chaos we can’t be, but distance and time restores our thinking processes so that we can be WISE and know how to deal with them. I didn’t do anything illegal or immoral and I didn’t even lie to her, I didn’t have time to take those things back to her just then, but it accomplished my purpose, and even benefited her as well as she got money back from taxes that she otherwise would not have gotten. I’m just glad now that dealing with her is DONE, and there is still about 4 1/2 years of a legal no contact order, so she can’t contact me or harass me or she goes back to jail. Knowing how they think helps us to deal with them in a logical way, it is when we are so stressed out we can’t, or we respond in anger instead of wisdom. I’ve done too much responding in anger, now like the old saying there are “some dishes best eaten cold.”
OxDrover: HA!!! Way to go!! I learned how to separate my emotional state and act like a robot without feelings to combat this alien. I truly loved the person in my heart but then I thought of all the abuse I took and said to myself, “this was not love.” This person used me..bled me dry, abused me, AND the other woman was benefiting from me financially too because she got to ride in the car I paid for and enjoy the money being spent on her because he was living for free off of me (never paid ANY living expenses.) He got dressed up nice to take her out wearing the shoes I bought him, putting on the cologne I got him for Christmas. Nice jacket I bought too! Now they want to pick at my bones like the vultures they are. That screwed my head on straight. I thought, oh crap, what if he gets that divorce and marries the girlfriend while he is still on the deed to my home…then she gets half. NO WAY LADY!! I worked hard for my humble abode.
He will sign the deed. The one precious thing to him is his 12 year old boy. I invited him in my home for last school year to get him back on track because he failed the 4th grade 2x living with the real mom (another of the soc’s ex’s.) He desparately wants his son to stay in our town to go to school again this year. He’ll do anything to make that happen. This is why he needs to stay at that other woman’s house and doesn’t want problems and get kicked out.
He doesn’t go far…fishes in the same pond. Another ex girlfriend lives in this town too! Pretty soon the fish will run out. This is why I also threatened to go to the local media if he doesn’t sign.
Here’s a tidbit of the sociopath’s evilness. When I just met him, I had recently broken up with another guy. The other guy had a photo of me..nothing special..just me hanging out in the kitchen. The sociopath knew the other guy and the 2 met up during the 1st week of my relationship with the sociopath and told the soc about how hurt he was that i ended their relationship. I wasn’t seeing both or anything. The sociopath took that photo from him. He kept that picture for the entire 2 years we were together because when I finally got the car back, what do you think was in the car?? That picture!! It was like a payback. In otherwords, he was getting even for what I did to the ex-bf. I did nothing to the ex. I was only with him 8 mos and told him it was over before i started dating the sociopath. When the soc moved into my place, he demanded i toss all photos of any ex bf’s i had.
So, you know what i did?? The soc had to pick up things from the garage after i kicked him out. One of the items was a box of photos of all his 7 kids (yes 7.) Since he abandoned 5 of them, their moms would send pictures once in awhile. I placed that same picture in the box with the photos of his kids and wrote a nice note telling him how much i’ll always remember those romantic times we shared together…sleeping on the beach..etc., etc. Wait til the other woman either goes through the box, or he proudly starts showing her the pictures of his kids…..guess what she’ll see?? ME!!! TOWANDA!!!!!