By James
A few days ago while watching television with my oldest son, he turned to me and said, “You know, Dad, what biggest lie she ever told us was?”
I said, “No, son, I don’t.”
“When she told us nothing was going to change, and how much everything has changed.”
“Guess so, Son. Maybe that was the biggest lie she ever told us.”
I remember that day so well, as if it only happened yesterday. It was the evening of May 22, 2006, between the hours of 7 p.m. and 8:30 p.m. The cold months were ending and summer would soon be here, only this summer would be much more different than my children and I could ever imagine. I just finished with the washing, trying to help out more around the house, after my ex and I had a big fight on Mother’s Day, when she decided not to come home, after telling me about her going to a hair demonstration with her sister and mother. I know now that was a lie, and that she left the state and went to spend the night with the person whom she left her children for. In fact, I was even at this time still trying to work on our relationship, again and again, trying to satisfy her by doing whatever it took to somehow make this relationship work. To somehow save our relationship and save my family. After finishing the washing, my ex out of the blue informed me that she had something to tell me and she believed that I wouldn’t like it, as stated by her own words.
I looked at her and, without her saying one word, I replied, “You met someone and you are leaving us?”
She only shook her head yes to reply.
“Do you love him?” I asked. And she only shook her head yes to reply.
For some reason after she informed me of this, the time she didn’t return home on Mother’s Day came flooding back to me. Her telling me a few days before how her mother and sister wanted her to go with them to some kind of hair event. I remembered calling her cell phone late that evening, the day before Mother’s Day, and asking when she was coming home, and her telling me that she was going to spend the night at her mother’s home and then return home on Mother’s Day. I remembered asking her what time on Sunday would she be getting home, and she informed me that it would be late. I reminded her that it was Mother’s Day, and I wanted to spend some of the day as a family with her and the boys. She told me that she would return home early, and this too was a lie. In fact, she didn’t return home on Mother’s Day until very late that evening.
After telling me about leaving us, and how she would move in and live with her parents (that too was a lie), she told me that she would leave in a week. Now, dear readers, please understand what kind of emotional state I was in, trying hard to deal with this. I told her NO! If she wanted to go she would have to leave tonight, believing this was best for the children, her and myself. I demanded that she get what property she needed and leave as soon as possible. Soon both children were alerted because once again we were fighting. They asked me what was wrong and I informed both children that their mother was leaving us for another man and would be living with her parents. My oldest was 15 at the time and glad that she was leaving, in fact he told me, “Dad, I am glad she is leaving!” Still my other child, 12 years of age, was in tears. My heart was torn…
For some reason my 12-year-old wanted to know the name of the person she was leaving us for. He begged her and I told her to just TELL HIM! The name she gave him was also a lie, which we didn’t learn until a few weeks after she left. But you see, dear readers, that still wasn’t the biggest lie. I also remember when she told us the she was willing to stay for one week before leaving, and my youngest son begging me to let her. Where was she standing while my 12-year-old was begging and crying out to me? She was standing right behind him! Looking at me, while my youngest was begging me, with a slight grin on her face! I remember that grin so well because I saw it many times before on her! She would smile like that when she knew she had me over a barrel, but this time it didn’t work! I replied to him, “No Son, I believe it would be best for her to leave tonight.”
I remember her telling me she wouldn’t leave the house until she used our house phone (I never really knew who she called) to call her mother to tell her she was coming over. So I told her to use her cell phone. She replied that she didn’t have any minute left on the cell to use. This too was a lie, because a couple days later my oldest told me he remembered seeing her add minutes to her cell that day. But still this wasn’t the biggest lie.
Then at one point during this nightmare, she told both the boys, “Nothing was going to change, only your dad and me won’t be living together anymore.”
I, of course, yelled back at her, “THAT IS A LIE AND EVERYTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE!” As I told her this, I was looking straight in her face, and this is what I saw: Nothing!
Dear readers, please allow to me explain. I saw this plain, emotionally detached look on her face many times before, but for some reason, maybe because this would be the last time I would see “the look,” it took a different shape and a new meaning for me.
What I witnessed were two children in emotional turmoil. Me being torn between wanting her to leave and still wanting her to stay. The oldest yelling at me to let her go, “Dad, just let her GO!” He had enough of her and her BS. The other child crying, begging her not to leave and begging me to let her stay for the week she requested! I, too, was torn, but knew the best thing at this moment was to get her out as quickly as possible, believing her lies about living with her parents. I witnessed three people in anguish. But in her blank expression I saw absolutely nothing! No emotions, no feeling! No empathy or compassion for her own children. No tears from her! No regrets from her! I witnessed from her not one single emotional expression, other then that grin, when she was standing behind my youngest son who was begging me to let her stay for one week! I saw nothing in those eyes!
At the time I didn’t know what a sociopath was. Never knew anything about people that suffer from personality disorders. Narcissistic behavior was just a word I heard from a movie I watched. A borderline personality disorder? What was that? I knew nothing about any of these terms. So why, when I saw her expression during this time did it chill me to the bone and throw me for an emotional loop I can never explain? Out of all the fights we had during our 17 years together, how does this one stand out so clear in my mind? The reason I believe, dear readers, is because I looked into the eyes of a sociopath and saw the deep abyss of someone who could tell her own children the biggest lie, and not even blink. I saw in those eyes nothing, empty of any emotional connection between her children and herself. I SAW NOTHING! I SAW THE EYES OF A SOCIOPATH FOR THE FIRST TIME, BUT THIS TIME I REALLY TRULY SAW IT AND REMEMBER IT! EVEN TO THIS DAY!
Moraira,
I call that THE LOOK that your daughter calls “the mad look” It IS THE RAGE, the utter “I wish I could kill you” rage tht is in their eyes. I have ONLY seen that look on my Biological father’s face, my DIL’s face, and my P son’s face, and before I went NC with my mother, she LOOKED AT ME WITH THE LOOK. ANYONE who has that much rage in them, directed toward me, unless I have just strangled their infant with my bare hands, does NOT need to be in my life.
while i’ve been doing really well — NC for seven weeks — i cried today. i cried over how much he hurt me, i cried that i now know he never loved me (for 20 years???), i cried because i miss his touch, i cried that he is loving someone else.
i’m okay, but i still can’t wrap my brain around the truth of it all. i just finished reading Without Conscience, and it just devastated me. i can’t believe what he is. he’s the freakin’ poster child for this shit. and a narcissist besides. his picture should be in the dictionary next to the word SOCIOPATH. i can’t believe how completely under his spell i was!
i feel that the world — well, my world anyway — is unjust. i did nothing but love my ex. i shared with him my light and my strength, my home and my spirit. i gave him the best of my heart and soul. i trusted him. i was mostly happy (until the last five months). now, i feel so lonely without him, whether i’m happy that he’s gone or not.
i thank him for letting me go. i almost died for the depth of betrayal, cruelty and confusion he wrought. i am thankful he’s gone. but i’d give anything to feel just one more time that perfect love i was sure we had. i look at a note he wrote me; (our initials) then he added underneath ”in peace for all eternity.”
i have to believe somewhere within me — forever — that there was once at least a tiny kernal within his heart that meant that. i don’t know if i could accept that for 1/2 our lives it was all a sham.
well, let me stop. it’s just a bad day.
tomorrow presents another opporunity to shake off the remnants of his scales, the poison of his words, the fallout from his deeds.
towanda!!!
((((((Lostingrief)))))))
Hun, I hear your pain, and your feelings are natural, they will have those days when you seem that they float over you and you are sad, days when you are mad, want to pull his finger nails out with plyers. It flip flops and that is the different “stages of grief” but they don’t go 1, 2, 3, 4, they kind of go 1, 4,2, 3, 4, 1, etc. So that’s to be expected. But the flip flops will slow down, the highs and the lows will be less high and less low, it will level off and one day you will realiae the grief is acceptance. Hang on sugar!!! ((((hugs)))) and prayers! Oxy
LIG Seven weeks? Oh My – I so understand how you want just one more moment, one ounce of faith that maybe he loved you a tiny bit. I think they do in their own sick mind’s but they don’t understand it. Been six months NC for me, seems like just yesterday when he left. I am better, I remember at 7 weeks I was almost dead with grief and anxiety and depression, I couldnt function. We were only together 3 years of the 5 – I knew him. I can’t imagine 20 year’s. I still struggle everyday. But when I look back the past 6 months – I know I am recovering. It’s been hell but I am not going to give up on me. LIG hang in there Tomorrow will be a better day….
Hi LIG: 20 years is a long time. I was with my x-S 2 years. It’s taken me only 4 mos to get over it (emotionally that is..still working on getting out of debt.) I knew I’d go through the separation pain but knew it was for the best. I weighed it out. Either I could have stayed with him the rest of my life and be in pain forever, or, I could ride out the separation pain and stop hurting eventually. Honestly, if I would have stayed with him, it would have been endless pain. The only way it would have stopped if we stayed together is if he would have changed and that wasn’t going to happen.
Ride it out LIG. There is light at the end of the tunnell.
Iwonder I like your resove and determination. That is all they have to offer is pain and they won’t change. But we can….
Thanks Henry. I think my x-S expected me to be traumatized for a long time. The woman before me hurt about their break-up for 2 years..the entire time he was with me. After I kicked him out and he was with the OW for 2 months, he wanted to get together. Could you believe that SH**? I was going to do it too. I quickly called him back and said, “I’m sorry. I cannot see you. You are with T*** now so I don’t think it is a good idea.” I couldn’t believe he would cheat on her with me in a heartbeat. This told me he did not change…one bit. He didn’t want to see me to try to work things out. He was so used to having both of us, perhaps he thought he could still pull that off.
That sped up the healing process. … real quick.
I think the S’s start believing their own lies. I can’t believe my ex denied that we went to 2 lawyers and the courthouse to get him divorced from his wife to marry me. He said I must be getting senile in my old age..and that he never spoke of marriage..that we never went to the attorneys or the courthouse.
Just like Peter denied Jesus 3 times.
Just like the kiss of Judas…betrayed.
Iwoder,
The difference is that PETER REPENTED. Your x is not going to do that.
I will never understand how these people (sociopaths) process information and past events. Even after she left. Lied to her family (us) and her own family (hers) she still feel a entitlement to still be a part of those she abandoned by calling and calling us. Demanding to talk with her children who didn’t want too. Demanding from me all she could get! It was like nothing had really changed for her at all. Strange but I can still hear that questions she asked me once. A question so bizarre and yet so scary a question right out of the blue after I returned home from work one day, not even giving me a chance to take my coat off…
“James, Why do people keep wanting to take my children from me?”
I thought at the time it was because of her other two children that she lost but really I see now she really just abandoned them as well….
“James, Why do people keep wanting to take my children from me?”
I knew the answer but it scare me so and the sad lost look on her face left me wondering about her sanity..
“James, Why do people keep wanting to take my children from me?”
I can’t imagine how people can live (in denial) like this and what will happen when reality comes due and expects payment in full??
“James, Why do people keep wanting to take my children from me?”
God, it is like she doesn’t even acknowledge her own actions at all in anything that happens…
I still have a very hard time understanding this in a person and guess I always will…..
“James, Why do people keep wanting to take my children from me?”
I know that this question will haunt me until the day I die..