Editor’s note: Lovefraud received the following from the reader who posts as “Kerisee04.”
How does a person know if they have engaged in a friendship with a female predator? So often it is the romantic relationships that are discussed, and usually about male sociopaths.
First of all, it’s important to note that if you are a male, to the female sociopath, you either a sexual target or a source of financial gain. In my experience with the female sociopath, in her mind, there is no man beyond her reach. She has sexual fantasies about all men she encounters and runs scenarios in her head to accomplish her goal. In my naive state of mind, I had no idea this particular female sociopath was after my husband.
There really is no “friendship” with a sociopath. While the female target may feel a sense of obligation and social grace toward the female sociopath, the sociopath feigns sincerity. Some of the signals I missed were:
1. Back-handed compliments. “You dress frumpy. You need to find clothes that fit you better.” Or, “I know you don’t give your husband everything he needs.” Or, “Do you know how hot your husband is?”
2. Immediate soul-mate connection with my husband. “He and I are so alike.” Or, “It’s like we’re brother and sister. I understand him.”
3. Fake displays of emotion, similar to histrionics. She would fly off the handle over any changes that were made to plans, she would manipulate everybody to feel sorry for her and eventually give in to her out of pity.
4. Lack of boundaries. She would come over every day and stay until I literally kicked her out at 2 a.m. After I had surgery, I managed to stay up until 1 a.m. with her and my husband until I passed out from exhaustion. I found out the next day that she stayed until 5 a.m., alone with my husband in my living room.
5. Lack of shame. She would pull me into sexual discussions of fantasies, comparing sizes of anatomy, and playing games of truth or dare. These are things I would never under normal circumstances allow myself to take part in. No subject or dare was off-limits to her, and I was given the impression that she was my best friend and would keep all my secrets. Only later did I find out that she took mental note of everything I said to use against me when her lies finally came out.
6. Her attempts to be alone with my husband under the guise of platonic friendship. “He’s coming over to hang pictures for me.” And, “We met for lunch since we were both in the same area.”
There are so many flags I missed. Or maybe I didn’t miss them; I just ignored them. The most embarrassing of all is my nonchalant attitude when her affair with my husband came out. My husband (now ex-husband) had fallen victim to her seduction. Granted, things were not great in our marriage to begin with, but we had managed to be faithful to each other for seven years until she entered our world. My husband had a guilty conscience and finally came forward with their affair.
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When the female sociopath found out about this, she immediately resorted to histrionics. “I can’t believe he would do something like this to me. I finally trust someone, and they stab me in the back.” And, “It was an accident. We just went a little too far during the truth or dare game. Now you’re going to hate me and I’m going to lose my best friend!” She was flipping out and crying.
I had no time to think about the implications. I was thinking about the ways in which I could have unknowingly facilitated the affair. That’s exactly what she wanted. When I finally pulled away and talked with my spiritual elders, I told them I was worried about her. She was so messed up mentally over this that I feared she might hurt herself. After all, I was her friend. Then one of the elders told me something that finally turned on the light in my head: “Anybody that would do something like that to their friend is NOT a true friend.”
It took me a few hours to let that sink in and realize the magnitude of my situation. In the coming days and months, the story came out in bits and pieces. Some from my husband, who was trying desperately to hold on to me, and some from the female sociopath, who was trying to downplay the affair until she was backed into the corner with the truth.
When all her numerous affairs (we stopped counting at 30) came out, her husband slowly began to realize the predatory trap that she held him in. She had cheated on him throughout their entire marriage, sometimes dropping their two kids off at daycare for a “mom’s day off” and driving to another town for a quickie with one of her men.
When she talked with our mutual friends and elders about the situation, she was sure to exploit every secret I had confided to her and she would twist the truth to seem as though I coerced her and my husband into doing what they did so that I could divorce him. It all seemed so sincere. Except, there wasn’t a shred of truth to it. In fact, she was using projection. Her goal was to get me to say and do self-incriminating things so that she would have ammunition against me when everything hit the fan.
It was truly a time of awakening for me. There truly isn’t good in all people. Just most people.
Though healthy individuals like to believe that change is possible, I have come to the realization that when a person is animalistic in nature, contains no actual emotions or feelings, and looks for manipulation in everybody she meets, there is no possibility of healthy change. This female sociopath’s parents have held on to the hope for the past four years that she would change. They have even at times helped her out financially, only to be confronted with more of her lies.
There is much more to the story. This, in fact, is only a chapter—the first chapter of my entanglement with this particular female sociopath. But I feel it’s important for people to understand the complexities of so-called friendship with a female predator. It’s important to recognize the signs and for your own good, to never give them what they want.
Learn more: Survivor’s guide to healthy people and healthy relationships
Lovefraud originally posted this story on Jan. 19, 2011.
LL what books have you been reading? I think a good read would help me understand tremendously!
Far,
It does help. But I think therapy is ten times better, because it addresses you specifically, but I’ll tell you there are some GREAT books that helped me a lot.
1. Women who love Psychopaths (excellent) by Sandra Brown
2. The Sociopath Next Door – Martha Stout (excellent)
3. Without Conscience- Dr. Robert Hare. Another excellent read
4. Donna’s book (Only read excerpts but cannot afford to buy right now, check he love fraud bookstore
5. The Betrayal Bond.- Patrick J. Carnes
6. Malignant Self Love, Narcissism Revisited- Sam Vaknin (Most in here would prolly kick my bootie for recommending that one, but it is written by a P himself and it is actually good
7. Stalking the Soul- Marie- France Hirigoyen
8. Freeing yourself from the narcissist in your life. VERY good book
9. Healing and Tears, Richard (can’t recall his last name, but you can google the title of the book
These are but just a few but should keep you busy for awhile!
Read some of the articles here too, particularly those by Steve Becker. He happens to be my personal favorite, but Liane Leedom is really good as is donna.
LL
Far,
OH also, another book since you’re so young and into the dating scene:
How to Spot a Dangerous Man before you get involved (I think that’s the title) another written by Sandra Brown. Basically, as far as I’m concerned, it’s an extensive in depth explanation of what are Donna’s Ten signs you’re dating a sociopath.
I can’t wait till the red flags book comes out! WOOT!
LL
LL, yes yes yes! Me either! Thank you. I will get it!
Far, Good for you sweetheart! And keep us posted on how you’re doing! The only way for you from now on is UUUUP, as long as you keep your eyes open, your ears PEELED and your RADAR TUNED 🙂
LL – that is a fantastic list of books. You have two on there that I didn’t read yet. So I will read them.
Had I read Malignant Self Love a long time ago, I coulda saved myself a ton of time and money and trouble.
I want to address this post to Ox,
Oxy, I’m having a really hard time today…..
I’ve been cleaning my place. I have stacks of pictures I’ve avoided. well, while having myself a smoke out on the deck, I noticed a small photo album from my daughter’s baby book.
As I opened it and turned the page, what was the first picture? Of ex P on the swing with my eldest ex sex offending son…..it broke my heart….these are the memories I’ve spent twenty years not wanting to face…..
He was about four at the time. Both smiling and laughing. Such a sweet little boy with the biggest grin and before any of his abuses happened to him…my sweet son…..
It dawned on me…I never dealt with the breaking up of my marriage. I’m not sure whether I loved him or not. I know that when I got together with him, I was on the rebound from first BF and just after he had raped me. It wasn’t long that I was pregnant with mine and P’s first child. That was traumatic too because she was born early as a result of my being very ill….I knew I didn’t love this man, but I was frightened. I’d known him all through school and worked with his sister. I think, as time passed, I did grow to love him. I stayed faithful to the marriage. That was my choice. I was going to make it work no matter what. I realized that that “passionate” in love feeling didn’t have to be there, just the commitment to kindness, care and friendship, being on the same page…..
But he cheated. He was a drug abuser and alcoholic. He was a verbal abuser. He beat me up. And yet I still tried. ANd still kept cranking out children. What a loser I feel like right now…I exposed myself and my children to this…..I didn’t know it was pathology then, I wish I had. …although i was quite familiar with alcohol, drug abuse….
One of his mistresses passed away this last year. Ironically, she hooked up with a guy we all knew from high school and had five beautiful children with him. So weird how things happen because she requested to be my friend on my FB. I knew that I knew her, but could not recall the connection. I let her on my fb and she asked if I knew “J” my ex hubby. Yea…well, this turned into my sharing with her that he was my husband at the time her mom was with him. He had left me when I was pregnant with our third child, to live with her. She knew something was up but not what. Her mother really loved my ex. She was destroyed when he went home to me again….
I told her I wasn’t angry. I thought her mother was a victim of my ex. The daughter shared with me all the kind things he did while with her. Heartbreaking. things he would not do for me or for his children. I told her that her mother was a good, kind woman and that I never held it against her. She was relieved.
Now I have Jr. to deal with too. His baby pictures are all over the place in my room, along with my other children, different places and times as they grew up…
I have a picture of Jr that is my favorite. He is standing by the cyclone fence at his school, blondie that he was, and he had made a huge sign with huge pieces of construction paper taped together and laid on the grass before him. He was pointing to himself as if to say “I”….and then you look down and it says, “I love you Mom”…
All of these memories are bringing up so much pain.
That child is gone, those times are gone. I look at these pictures and cry. I’m so angry that I left ex P to be with ex spath who made things ten times worse. I made things ten times worse, in grief and pain.
Somehow, in some way, I just know, or at least have to have faith, that through all my egregious errors in judgment, that God still loves and forgives me and His protective hand is over my children.
Dealing with evil all of my life, this is a concept that is foreign as the tears flow, the memories come, the trauma goes on and there is my baby boy….standing there in that picture.
dammit. Did I not do enough? I loved them all. Even though I was an absolute asshole as a parent.
If my son is not okay, I am prepared to deal with it, but apart of me need to put these pictures away and maybe give them to my eldest daughter or one of the kids who would enjoy having them, nor maybe burying them….but yet apart of me wants to keep it to see that blondie cutie head with his construction paper sign……..
damn it all to hell and pathology. damn it all to hell, Ox.
LL
Oxy, my heart is broken.
Ox,
On top of this, I began to realize ex spath’s hook. ANd he knew it. He presented himself as the all consuming loving husband and father. That he had it all. That I had nothing. he played on it. He played it to the hilt, because he knew I wanted that.
But the truth was I wanted that with my husband.
And I knew I was never going to have it. The fantasy worked, the carrot was dangled. That deep vulnerability had me hooked. Instantly. And the biggest of all power plays is that he knew he never was going to give it to me.
How much of a dumbass am I now?
LL
LL, I know you addressed your post to Ox, I’m not understanding the story and relationships, but it seems to me that you’re beating yourself up for things you didn’t know at the time. You are a good person, I’ve only been chatting with you for a few weeks but I know this to be true. Nobody can know things they don’t know, nobody can predict the future. Please, beathe deep, forgive yourself.
Sk,
This is stuff I have to deal with now, things I’ve been stuffing for a long time.
I have a potential spath son. Pathology lives on.
It sucks. I made choices. I have to live with the consequences.
And they’re very painful.
It’s okay, SK. This is necessary.
LL