Editor’s Note: This story was submitted by a Lovefraud reader who we’ll call “Marcia.” She describes her involvement with a man who she now believes is a sociopath, and how her relationship had three distinct phases.
I met him on Chemistry.com in February of 2009. He wrote to me through the site and we corresponded several times before speaking on the phone. I liked his profile very well and enjoyed his style of writing and what he wrote in our correspondence. When we spoke on the phone, we had no problem starting and maintaining a conversation on the phone. He was articulate, intelligent and had all the time in the world for me.
We met on March 6, 2009 for a drink. I got there first and very symbolic of our relationship, he blindsided me and sneaked behind me and playfully grabbed the back of my neck. The attraction and chemistry was immediate. He was extremely charming. He looked into my eyes with such a piercing look that I felt he was seeing through me. He was fun. He made me laugh. He treated me like a gentleman. He had a great energy. I just enjoyed being around him and with him all the time.
That very same night we had dinner together and made love. Since I was an hour away from him, I was staying at a hotel that night. So he stayed with me and we had a wonderful and relaxing breakfast on the porch next morning. When I was leaving he asked me if I could see him next day. I was coming to town to see a ballet with my girlfriend so we decided to have dinner with my girlfriend. He invited me to stay at his place that night and I accepted.
Lavish flattery
Lavish flattery began immediately. There was nothing I could do wrong. I was sexy, I was beautiful, I was attractive, my energy was great, it was fun to be around me, I was the best mother, I was the best doctor, I was the best lover, I was the best friend, I had great taste for clothing and jewelry, nobody has ever loved him like I did, he had never loved anyone like he loved me, he would marry me in a heartbeat, finally he had found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, that is why he had never settled down before, he did not want to settle for less, and I was the proof he was right to wait for the right person.
Every time he would see me, he couldn’t catch his breath (he was such a great actor, there was a visible pause in the movement of his chest). I was wise, I was brave, I was evolved, I was everything he would ever wanted from a woman. I was funny. He had such a great time with me no matter what we did together. I was fit. I was strong. He would send me fifty text messages a day telling me how much he loved me and how much he missed me and how even exchanging text messages he would be aroused, and how he was so attracted to me. He would bring me roses, buy me jewelry, music, wine, etc.
The pity play
Pity play began almost at the same time. He told me how abusive his parents were. How his mom used to scream at him and beat him. How his father was always dissatisfied with him and how he was refusing to tell him that he was proud of him to this day. How his parents’ divorce when he was 20 affected him because he was put in the middle. And then it was his wife and how she cheated on him with many men including his closest friends, and how she got pregnant many times and had an abortion every time, how he knew it was because those were not his children, how she gave him a genital wart and he had to have surgery to remove it. Then it was his ex-girlfriend and how she was dependent on drugs and him and she would not let go of him and how he could not leave her because everyone in her family had abandoned her after she had disclosed that she had been sexually abused by a family member. And how his boss was treating him just like his dad did and how abusive the boss was, etc.
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From that point on, we had four months of amazing time together. Retrospectively that was the “honeymoon phase of our relationship.” Also retrospectively I see that things were moving very fast. Only a week after we met, he was telling his mother that he has found the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with and in the first month of our relationship he bought me a ring as a present. It was not an engagement ring and he did not propose but he emphasized that he had never given a woman a ring before.
Many women
Very quickly he started introducing me to his friends. He “could not wait.” We went and visited his mom in Rhode Island for Mother’s Day and she liked me and my seven-year old daughter very much. She told him “she is beautiful not only on the outside but inside.” In that trip I also met his father, his stepmother, and two of his three brothers. During my visit, his mom told me that he has brought so many women home that she had told him “no more women unless they have a ring on their hand.” I looked at him, he laughed and pointed to the ring and said, “she has a ring.”
That was the very first time I questioned him. I told him I thought taking me to his mom was something special. He became very defensive and angry. He said after his wife of five years left him 18 years earlier, he had been single and dating and “naturally” had met many women. He said he had taken about five of them home but not to introduce to his mom. He just invited them to join him in the trip to his hometown. He said he had taken only two women to introduce to his mom as people he had considered marrying. He was upset with me for a couple of days after we returned but then sent me an email and apologized for his mother’s “insensitive” remark and his own as well.
On another occasion when we were staying with one of his friends when his friend’s 8-year-old daughter asked him why he did not bring his “other girlfriends.” He asked who she was talking about and she named a few names! He did not respond but I immediately felt like a number and completely disposable. I discussed how it made me feel with him but his universal response was anger and blaming things on me, my “insecurity,” my “fears,” etc.
Borrowing money
Very soon he prepared me for borrowing money. He told me how someone had scammed him on paying his student loans and how he had all this debt to pay but it was all going to be clear in a couple of months. How he had been helping a friend in advertising for his business and how he was not paying him and how there were thousands of dollars he would be receiving soon from him. How he was so responsible with money and he would never use a credit card and only use debit card so he knows he only spends the money he has. How he would appreciate it if I put costs of all the activities we were doing together on my credit cards and once his student loan is clear, he would pay me back. Soon he would ask me to put charges related to his canoe club on my credit card promising that once he collects money from members of the club, he would pay me back. Once his boss fired him, he could not pay for his bills and rent and he would insist that he could not borrow money from me. He had gained my trust at such a deep level that I handed him a blank signed check and then he wrote close to $2000 and cashed it. Later on when I asked him to pay me back, he said he neither had the money to pay me back nor he owed me any money.
Relationship had three distinct phases
As described in any typical relationship with a sociopath/narcissist, our relationship had three distinct phases: honeymoon, tension building, and finally violent phase.
In the honeymoon phase even when we text messaged or talked he would get aroused. Whenever he saw me, whether it was an act or a true reaction, I could visibly see his chest would stop moving and he would take a deep breath and would tell me, “you take my breath away.” He could not keep his hands off me and we made love twice a day when we were together.
In the tension-building phase, our sex life suddenly went from what I would rate 10 out of 10 to 1 out of 10. This was so sudden and so drastic that I suspected he might have developed erectile dysfunction. He no longer initiated having sex with me and when I did, 9 out of 10 times he would say he was “tired.” Other excuses included being “busy” or “depressed.”
This went on until November when I found hundreds of pictures of naked women he was having “cybersex” with on his laptop. There were some emails suggesting he had invited these women to meet and have a drink and “see where it goes” but I had no proof this had actually had happened. He adamantly denied having a physical relationship with any of them. I broke up with him for a week but he asked for forgiveness, cried and said he has had sex-addiction for five years and now is going to get help and promised he would stop doing it right away. I got back with him but our sexual relationship never improved.
Self-centered
Regardless of how legitimate my question or concern was, his very first reaction was always becoming defensive and turning things around and attacking me. This was always followed by a few days of completely shutting me off, not contacting me and even ignoring me when I reached out. Early on in our relationship, after a couple of days, he would contact me and apologize for his reaction. But after the honeymoon phase, the days he would shut me out became longer and longer and no apology was offered. Instead, over time he would build up a grudge and become punitive. In response to many red flags in his behavior, he would accuse me of being insecure, having fear-based reactions, having no impulse control, blowing small things up to huge problems, being depressed, being anxious, not exercising enough, at one time sleeping too much, in another time sleeping too little, lack of self-confidence, etc. At the end he said I was crazy, I was fucked up, I had taken joy out of his life, I had brought negative energy into his life, I had made him depressed, he was not excited to see me anymore, he did not want to be around me and he wanted me out of his life.
By then I had recognized how self-centered he was. It was never about me and my needs. It was only and always about him and no matter how much I gave, he would feel his “deeper needs were not fulfilled.”
Violent phase
The relationship moved into violent phase and beginning mid January, on multiple occasions he tried to hit me and even choke me. This was particularly dangerous three weeks ago when I discovered many text messages on his cell phone indicating he has been sleeping with multiple women during our relationship. When confronted him, he described details of his sexual relationship with this women behind my back, without protection, like he was talking about weather. He had no remorse and no shame and did not offer an apology. He hurt me with such a righteous indignation and entitlement that it was beyond my comprehension. His absolute callous disregard for my feelings and legitimate needs were astonishing. He continued to blame everything, including his cheating and lying to me, on me.
Upon discovery of undeniable truth on his text messages and speaking with the women involved, I left him. I did file a police report but he lied through his teeth and police did not pursue the investigation. Following the tactic of offense is the best defense, he did file multiple police reports on me including one of harassment. He also filed for a protective order, which was denied. Currently I am suing him in Small Claims Court for the money he owes me.
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Lovefraud originally posted this story on March 12, 2010.
The three Phases are what I affectionately call: The Cycle. My S woman over 27 years went through that cycle three different times. Each time the exact same way. They sure know how to play us lie a cheap violin, don’t they?
Dear Marcia,
thank you so much for telling and summing up so well your sad story. I recognized the exact stages in my actual fight with the “partner” with whom I was supposed to go into partnership in about 6 weeks. He for sure had a hidden agenda and was not telling his real goals from the start, and I tried very hard to play fair. He thought by obfuscating and twisting the arguments, pity play intermingeled with “caring for my wellbeing” he was setting me for the scam to come in a few years!
We had stage one for 9 months, where he offered me the blue from heaven! He said all the right things to lure me in, he offered a wonderful relationship and a fulfilling professional partnership, money and a bright future; it was the dream of my life had come true, no worries, not so much work and happily living till retirement.
Then- the shock- 3 months of tension building as he came forward with an outrageous offer the moment I had quit my old job and was looking for a new flat, 30 minutes short of me asking the bank for a loan! No partnership but lousily payed employee (“we do not know the future, do we? and so you will have at least SOME security, and you must keep your money for the future!”), BUT taking the same time ALL possible risks inavertedly with future hefty payment for my own work. Miserable payment, vague employment rules, lots of unsecurity with no proper preparations from his part, delays on every level.
My sister who is a lawyer specialized in contracts found this out two weeks ago and outlined it very clearly that it would be not acceptable. Fortunately nothing has been signed yet!
As I later questioned his offer he got sour by insulting my sister, he then called her embittered by men! That has nothing to do with the contract!!!
And he was telling me “think for yourself”and that I must NOT show the contract he will be sending me to a lawyer. He has not sent in anything so far, and in 6 weeks I am supposed to start working at his place.
When I go into partnership I KNOW the other is capable of thinking! But I also know my linitations, and these include recognizing pitfalls in contracts.
I was getting the documentation on partnerships from the medical association and the outline of a partnership was EXACTLY as my sister was telling us! So I can think for myself and must not show anything to a lawyer but just say no!
Phase three fortunately will not happen in full bloom, as my sister has dissected his psychobabble and his twisted arguments to be recognized even by me so I can now walk away safely! He will not be able to sue me but I can sue him if necessary, but I won’t! It is not worth the hassle. It gave me the courage to walk off my old unbearable working situation, and I will have time now to figure out what I really want! And in the meantime I can get highly payed substitute jobs, whenever I need money.
I have shattered another one of my great dreams of my life (next to wanting but not having children), furthermore I have lost already a considerable sum of my money and I will have a very unsecure future right now, and the rent of the new flat is the double of my old one!
But I will rely on Matt who is my lighthouse for not giving up! Thanks LF!
Hello all, another good article.That could be my story, spot on with the phases and deterioration.
Read with interest the parts where when she confronted him he exploded and became abusive, been there so many times, most notably when he throttled me and smashed my head on the floor several times for finding a text from another woman! Of all the indignities and abuse I endured it is that occasion that I can not get my head around. I would love to know the thinking process that went on to make him feel he was the injured party and should attack me.
Libelle – Whew. What a strange and wild ride! I am so glad you see him for what he is, and that you have had the support of your sister. I think you just got a booster shot! (and rid of the other horrid situation to boot)
i want to speak to the fear (or should i say the ‘certainty’) of losing another precious dream – this has been a very painful and moving part of my relationship with a spath too – mine involved both a lifestyle and work situation that i wanted, and children. somehow, having the spath reveal what i wanted so deeply, and then jerk it away made me feel certain that my only chance was now gone, and it seared my heart.
I remember first articulating the pain that this dream would ‘never’ happen. i was talking with a counselor, and i said that ‘no one will ever *care* for me’. (and age plays into this, especially with the children)
when i read your post, i realized that in the last few months, as i struggle to support myself (and am often a step away from being homeless) that that thing that felt so much like a ‘curse’, has lost some of its power with me.
there is a chasm between what i want and what i have. i realize that i may never have what i want, and maybe i can have some small measure of it, but i damn well am going to LAUGH and enjoy as much of life as possible.
life keeps pushing me – i keep trying to gain some traction with meeting my basic needs- all the while watching and wondering from behind this PTSD suit, what do i need to do to change things for myself at a fundamental level (whcih may lead to accessing the dream)?
i have to go slow, even though i wish to be going fast (so that i do everything possible NOT to end up on the street), but i am sick and the PTSD makes it so hard to go fast. so, i go slow, it is my only choice. and i try really hard to undo the criticism lodged in my brain because of my speed, and i am realizing that i have to be careful about who i am around for the rest of my life – I need to be open and authentic, and that is a hard sell right now. I can share poor and chronically ill more and more easily, but spathed is not so easy, yet.
my value lays in the fact of my humanity – not what i have, not that i meet my dreams or not, whether i am ill or not, whether i am able to use my mind or body the way i want to or not
my very best to you libelle. look for your dream. i think it still exists, you just have to find it again.
One step and Libelle, I am moved by how positive you both sound. I hear the sadness, and the uncertainty, but also hope. Libelle, maybe this will be your opportunity to study Art or Psychology, as you mentioned in a previous post, and One step, remeber, it was the tortous that won the race. Commitment and focus. You go, girl.
thank you so much kim 🙂
I have found this thread to be fascinating because in my ruminating about my relationship with my socio, I have always seen the distinct three phases of the relationship, which according to many of us, is a common tactic among our socio’s.
There seems to be a difference however in how these relationships end. It seems to be that either the socio abandons us for greener pastures, or we cannot get rid of them and have to go to extreme measures to pry them from our lives.
I wonder if that say’s anything about their specific pathological makeup?
After going through the distinct three phases with mine, she up and left, of course blaming me for the inadequacies in our relationship. Over the years, when reflecting about this to friends and family, many say that it was a blessing in diguise that she simply left and deleted me, although in my case, I had some abandonment issues with the passing of my wife which occured two years before I met the socio, and three years after the socio kicked me to the curb. In both cases, the relationship did not end on my terms, and I was left without closure. Although I admit that the clean cutting of the relationship with the socio by her doing was more humane in some ways then the continued stringing along of me and my son to satisfy her demented personal gratification of inflicting emotional pain and sitting back and watching me be confused and hurt by it, it did however give to me a deep sense of bad self esteem and unworthiness which lasted for a long time.
I can say that the thought of hiding from and being pursued by a socio (after you have made this assertion that they are indeed pathological) has to be a very scary and no less draining on your soul…. but I do think that there is a sort of trade off in that after you make this assertion that you no longer want to be in the relationship, the ball is in your court and from that point, it can end on your terms without going through any abandonment trauma.
It may be that in many of these situations, like mine, where the socio just leaves suddenly, that even though we know in some deep way that there is “something” wrong with them, but have not put the pieces together and have the knowledge of just what it is we are dealing with..(that was me)……
Any thoughts about this?
Southernman, by the time mine decided to leave me alone, I had been through the discard phase many times…with the inherent grief, confusion and sadness…then, to my joy, he would reappear, and start the process, again…OMG, what torture, and what a set-up to become absolutely crazy. When I finally was serious about ending it, I was pretty much incapable of doing so. He stalked me, climbed in my window, left messages with my friends, sent Birthday cards, until my resolve crumbled from exhaustion.
Finally, after seven years of this, he decided to move on. Heavy sigh of relief. I didn’t experience much grief at that point, only a clean breath of fresh air. I had had more than my share of the grief and confusion, though, before that point.
I had the good fortune of hitting the bottom, it sounds like you weren’t that fortunate…if you want to call it that…but the good news is we’re free. “FREE AT LAST. FREE AT LAST. THANK GOD, ALMIGHTY, FREE AT LAST.
Thank you Kim and One!
One, I can recommend a book to you from Sten Nadolny about slowliness. It is one of the most important books I ever read. That slowliness can be a very valuable asset and must not be a hinderance! It is a fictional biography about a polar scientist, but it is so well written as a crime story.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Discovery_of_Slowness
And you “sound” far better then you used to do, if I may write so. Maybe if we see ourselves in the mirror of the Spath we can see whether we want to go for the dream and at what pay. (I could go working for him, but fortunately I already know the prize I will have to pay in future and taht it will be ugly). And maybe the “Dream” itself is not a just aim to go for (I have no influence which scenario my subconcious choses from the abyss, whether I like the special effects or the script, and some are really horrible).
“there is a chasm between what i want and what i have. i realize that i may never have what i want, and maybe i can have some small measure of it, but i damn well am going to LAUGH and enjoy as much of life as possible.
life keeps pushing me ”“ i keep trying to gain some traction with meeting my basic needs- all the while watching and wondering from behind this PTSD suit, what do i need to do to change things for myself at a fundamental level (whcih may lead to accessing the dream)?
i have to go slow, even though i wish to be going fast (so that i do everything possible NOT to end up on the street), but i am sick and the PTSD makes it so hard to go fast. so, i go slow, it is my only choice. and i try really hard to undo the criticism lodged in my brain because of my speed, and i am realizing that i have to be careful about who i am around for the rest of my life ”“ I need to be open and authentic, and that is a hard sell right now. I can share poor and chronically ill more and more easily, but spathed is not so easy, yet.
my value lays in the fact of my humanity ”“ not what i have, not that i meet my dreams or not, whether i am ill or not, whether i am able to use my mind or body the way i want to or not”
This is just wonderful!!! Towanda to you, my dear One!
libelle – thank you for advancing my thinking about the ‘dream’ in your words about the aim and cost. this is an important advancement.
i will check out the book, also.
best,
one step