Editor’s Note: This article was written by the Lovefraud reader who posts as “Snow White.” She previously wrote “He is not Prince Charming, and you are not Snow White.“
After months of pursuit and ultimate seduction by a psychopath, which eventually lead to an affair with this man, I can now honestly see that I am making my way down the road to recovery. When I first started to open my eyes and began noticing red flags in the psychopath’s behavior, coupled with the deep sadness I was experiencing about ending my marriage, I took the first gigantic step of actually listening to MY feelings. Even though the love bombing was so intense and the psychopathic bond well established to the point that I completely believed his declarations: “We are destined to be together. You are my future wife. We are soul mates. You must leave your husband—¦well you all know the routine”¦. my gut instincts persisted, increasingly telling me to get out.
Although I didn’t know if our marriage could be saved at that point, I did know that I could not end my marriage because someone was telling me to do it. If my marriage is to end, it will be because he and/or I decide we cannot be married, not because someone else is pressuring me to do it. The control he had over me was so powerful that it rendered me helpless in thinking for myself—that is until I woke up and saw through his hollow eyes, the soulless person he is, the strange behavior, manipulation, and lies. Reflecting on the last five months of recovery, a pattern in the healing process has emerged, which I’d like to share.
First few weeks
The best way I can describe the recovery process so far is to separate it into months. During the first few weeks, I was in emotional turmoil. My weight was at an all-time low. I was so confused as to “what” he is, what had happened to me, who I had become, and if my marriage would survive. After much prayer, the first step I took was to refuse to see him and ended the relationship. But I needed answers. I contacted the psychopath’s ex-girlfriend. She was the one who educated me on his personality disorder. I had no idea what psychopathy was and began researching it. Over the next month, I read everything I could get my hands on such as the Love Fraud site and books. Claudia Moscovici’s work, Dangerous Liaisons, profoundly described what I experienced. Additionally, Red Flags of Love Fraud precisely delineated the process of the relationship and his characteristics. He exhibited all the traits except for defrauding me out of money.
I started simultaneously educating myself and working with a marriage counselor. Although I sought help from a counselor before my affair became physical, I was too far gone to stop it. In retrospect, I can see how the luring and honeymoon phases played out. He innately moved me through the process. While in the midst of it, I did see that what I was experiencing wasn’t normal and continued to see a counselor. However, either I wasn’t accurately articulating what was happening, or the counselor wasn’t schooled in psychopathy, or I was already too emotionally controlled to really hear her advice. When I learned I had been involved with a psychopath, I told her about the books I read, but she was not interested in reading them. Even though she wasn’t able to point out the possibility that I was dealing with an emotional predator, I do credit this counselor with helping to save my marriage. Fortunately, the marriage counselor we are working with was open to reading the books and resources I listed above to better understand what I had experienced. Never having sought therapy before, I now know that it is a process, and there isn’t a quick fix. It simply takes time.
Month 2 cognitive dissonance
During the second month, I continued reading and posting on blogs. On one site, I met a woman from the UK who experienced exactly what I did and was much further along in the recovery process. She spoke with me about her experience and provided so much support. I also began phone counseling sessions. Within the first five minutes of our session, I realized I had finally found someone who could explain what I was experiencing psychologically. There was a name for it—Cognitive Dissonance—and it doesn’t happen when normal relationships end. There would be no closure from him. He is simply not capable. I have to come to terms with it and create my own closure. Most importantly, I must know and feel that what we had and who he presented himself to be is not real.
Month 3 learning about me
While the first two months were spent on learning about psychopathy, by the third month my focus shifted to healing. I continued to read, but whereas before I gravitated toward reading about HIM, now I started reading about ME. Some might say it is unhealthy to continue researching, but I find that the more I educate myself, the more empowered I become. I also continued working with my counselor. Her goal for me is to eliminate any doubts about whom I was dealing with so that I could develop a clear picture of the dangerousness of this man. She had me complete a checklist of his behaviors. One would think that even after seeing it all in black and white and living it, there would be no doubt—not so simple. Cognitive dissonance is a tricky thing.
Month 4 feeling peace
By the end of month four, moments of feeling at peace within myself and my marriage are more frequent. I learned that I must practice mindfulness, or living in the moment. Focusing on the past leads to depression. Focusing on the future generates anxiety. Being present is the path to peacefulness. Learning to live in the present is a gradual process for me. Like learning to play a sport or an instrument, I must practice it. The moments of mindfulness are becoming more frequent. This is what it looks like: When I’m out with friends and it hits me, I look around and say to myself, “Wow! Look at me. I’m actually having fun surrounded by people who really care about me. I am not tied to my phone having to answer his incessant texts anymore.“ I started noticing myself enjoying the moment. For me, the moments of “noticing” my enjoyment with my husband, children, and friends is practicing mindfulness.
July 4th
The intrusive thoughts have not entirely ended. I still have nightmares about how I drank the Kool Aid and was so brainwashed and manipulated by some manufactured, fraudulent fairy tale. However, they are lessening. While watching July 4th fireworks on the dock overlooking the lake near our home I felt at peace, truly living in the moment. Last year on the fourth, the love bombs were exploding, I was being held captive by his texts, and the emotional control was well underway. This fourth, I said to myself, “Look at me. I actually feel peaceful and am enjoying the evening with my husband. I am at a good place. I’m free!” I don’t know why I have these internal conversations with myself, but they help.
The night before the fourth as I was lying in bed, I actually said to myself as I felt the breeze blew across the room, I’m ready to let this go. I asked the wind to take the intrusive thoughts of him and our relationship and blow them out of my mind and life. They say that psychopaths intuitively know when you are letting go. If that’s true, I’ll never know for sure, but that fourth of July, just as the fireworks were about to start, I received a friend request on my phone. It was from a man I do not know. I hit ignore. Half an hour later, I receive another request. The next day, I received a third friend request. The first two may have been a coincidence, but the third??? So I looked at his page, which was public. I know that looking at the page could be considered breaking No Contact. I got weak. I looked.
It was a fake page. The photo of the man was taken off the Internet. There is a website where you can match photos to photos posted on the internet, called Tineye.com I was able to identify that a fake persona was created using someone else’s photo. Other signs of a fake page I noticed were that he only had one friend, a Russian woman, sketchy biographical information, and the time of the postings corresponded within minutes of the time the friend requests were sent to me. The most disturbing parts of the page were the postings that directly related to our relationship. Two that smacked of misogyny and the other two were pity play tactics.
Minor setback
Fright was my first reaction to the FB postings, and I thought about deleting my Facebook page. Doing that would disconnect me from my family and friends. I refuse to live in fear. I learned how to lock down my page further so it is not searchable to strangers. I blocked him and will block any strangers who send friend requests. Should it happen again, I must simply click ignore and NOT look at the page or risk staying embroiled in his sick mind games. This was a minor setback for me, bringing more intrusive thoughts and nightmares. When the experts say maintain No Contac ”¦ they say it because they know that it is essential to our recovery.
Process of recovery
While I am not proud that I allowed myself to succumb to his pressure, cross boundaries I never imagined I would, and hurt the person who has always been there for me, my husband, I am committed to doing to the hard work necessary to getting back to the person I was before my involvement with the psychopath. The process of recovery involves:
- Awakening to the dangerousness of the person and his pathology and ending the relationship
- Educating yourself on psychopathy
- Leaving no stone unturned in your quest for knowledge
- Reaching out and seeking help from people who “know”
- Working with a trained counselor to learn the strategies to break free of the memories of the idealization phase
- Rebuilding the relationships in your life that matter, and
- Living an honest, healthy lifestyle.
Most importantly, it is not enough to just “know” what he is. The knowledge I’ve obtained about psychopathy and my feelings must be in synch, and therein lies the work to be done. Periodically, the cognitive dissonance surfaces, and when it does, I take some time to keep myself in check by reading from the Love Fraud articles or Claudia’s blog. Slowly my outgoing, energetic spirit is returning, and I am rebuilding the bond with my husband. Thanks to the work of Donna, Claudia and others, my questions have been answered. I must now use the strategies I’ve learned to continue moving forward.
The discard is the most painful, incomprehensible part of the whole traumatic, bewildering experience. In a sense it is what ultimately sets you free but the work, the recovery you have to do is immense. The discard is the only sort of closure you get from them. To see with your own eyes that they have made a seamless transition to the next game piece without skipping a beat. I went at the SP for months to get an explanation, an apology…to reach some resolution. Nothing…just evasive, inconclusive blame deflection.But it wasn’t until freedom Friday 30th March that I met my successor waiting for him. He had left me for dead…and been declaring to her for months that he would do whatever it took to get her back. He’d dumped her the previous year – tho not with any closure of course- playing the cancer card…that he had to care for his ex wife. Not of course that he had secured a more satisfying ‘mark’ in me. Dry toast? No, but it took so so long for my heart to catch up with my head. the sociopathic bond was so deep. I was aware that my husband was my anchor, my lifeline thro the blackest time…gradually I came back to him. Slowly falling back in love with someone who is real and true.
i dont think she experienced the discard mo. it scares me. after she threw him in prison she wrote a letter to give him a scathing. she could not send it even if she wanted because of the no contact the parole dept enforced. but in the end of the letter there was the” now be good and follow your rules”comment that told me she was in cog dis. since she has spoken with his sister whos daughters he molested years ago. i know i saw her cry A LOT after that and i understood why. (i think) and recently she found out about the other woman he was chasing at his work and that pretty much all of the stuff he told her about work were lies. i keep thinking ” why are you so surprised? every ones been telling you how he is. cog dis.
so your hubbys NEVER ask questions? never lose their cool? if thats the way i gotta be then i got a long way to go! and our imtimacy has crashed completely. she is premenepausal. and she has been on zoloft for 3 years now.
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rgc
MoMac, the discard is painful to us because we have empathy. To the spath, it’s just the same as tossing out a disposable lighter that’s run out of fluid. Other human beings are simply objects. Objects. Like Kleenex to be tossed in the bin after they’ve blown their noses.
My counselor told me something that became a personal mantra: “Feelings are not facts.” I felt discarded because I had been. But, separating the despair of the discard from the act, itself, was helpful to me. I had no more importance than anything else that was disposable.
Rgc, zoloft is pretty strong stuff for a natural occurance like menopause. And, I still read about her and very, very little about Rgc’s healing path.
Brightest blessings
Truthspeak I believe you should now be making a living from helping others! Because you can…and you really do. I am a disposable lighter. Cool! Poor old Spathy. Won’t ever be loved. nobody will mourn them. To know them is to loathe them.But my…what extraordinary masks! Masters of their craft.
Truth speak, I think im here because i need to connect with others who have (1) experienced. i think this is bringing a more solid understanding that these things really do happen. and a belief in that fact that is more solid. it was fairly easy for my intellect to grasp the information and connect the dots. what was more difficult is convincing my trashed heart, soul, inner ego, that the information was really true. that i am a good guy, that i didnt deserve this, that i am not a completely incompetent husband and lover and father. that i didnt HAVE to be perfect in any of those respects to be ok with what i see in the mirror.
(2) seen success or at least progress in putting all or at least some of the pieces together. there are people here who know. and are making it work or at least making progress.
for a spouse, affairs hurt. period. but counseling i found is about 95% aimed at helping the woman. sorry but when i had a one timer, councel said “now you must refrain from things like asking my wife when are you going to get over it. forever…it was all my fault. and i was the one who was asked to make changes that would bring the closeness and healing back or to heighten them. now to me that sounds completely fair. my indescression, my bad, the focus is on me. i had no problem with this. i was not in denial.
enter her affair…. whoops! not a one timer. emotions involved, all sorts of lies, sneaking away for mothers day weekend and leaving the daughter alone with dad to help with prom. the councelor again focussed on me! it was all me! and me, knowing what it was and trying to get a councelor who must have had about two weeks of school on these disorders, knew nothing about trauma bonds, lays it all on me AGAIN!! so it was not just the efforts of the spath that trained me to doubt myself, but the psych comunity as well. i took a course by kevin jackson that was geared for men on how to get over your wifes affair and many of the lessons there still bring me help today. dont get me wrong here. i dont believe that either sex is hurt worse. we just are hurt in a different mix. girls and guys are turned on and motivated by different things. so when an affair happens it sucks either way. but the jilted woman does not lose what is likely to be the primary attraction that gets the guy going in her direction. for guys that is visual and its likely to be physical. not all physical but the mix is heavily weighted in that direction. he’s still motivated to get closer
when a guy is jilted he instantly loses the appeal that he had for her. his confidence, outward masculinity, right down to the way he carries himself. she can see it, almost smell it. a confident guy is more attractive to a woman than a looker.
both these cases are liklyhoods only. they are not set in stone and not always the case. but very likely.
i think Love fraud should have a private place where the jilted half can come and learn to deal with the unique situations we find when our spouse. who is likely to exhibit hyperempathy, does the unthinkable. where we can help each other get through the pain, and the conflict between our intellect and our hearts.
a place where we can move our confidence toward where it should be. where we can teach each other to be calm, confident, loving, and yes sexy husbands again. where we can come and learn to recognize and take comfort in the little signs we see as our mate slowly progresses through this swamp of hell. where we can learn how to increase the odds she’ll get here or somwhere else that actually CAN help.
there, thats what i think.
rgc
Hi, new here. Pretty strong stuff going on. I’m in the same mess.
Stay in here Useful! It helps…understand what you have experienced. we are a community!
might be scary usefull but places where people understand and really have a grip are few and far between. stay with it! your head probably has it nailed but your heart and soul may well take their time coming along. persistence pays. ive seen it. little bits at a time. i have watched this site for almost a year before getting involved. these people are real.
rgc
The most painful and horrid to remember for me was actually the gaslighting, the chaos he brought along and the devaluation. It was te devaluation (mostly ignoring me, or leaving me all by myself after setting up some romantic getaway) that altered me into this woman waiting for him and pining away. The discard was a shocker but not as painful. It was exactly what I needed to see him for what he was: someone totally underserving of me. Then the truth of his past with other women before me and with me came out and I learned he must be a psychopath. That’s when the cognitive dissonance set in, which was really really painful …
Cog/dis is not the denial part, but the recognition of the truth – that something we believed in and hoped for was an illusion. Our brains dislike cog/dis state, exactly because it’s very painful. In the short term span it takes less pain for the brain to be in denial, rather than face the ugly truth, even if that denial implies blaming ourselves and thinking less of ourselves. It’s easier for the brain to conclude we are stupid, clumsy, too emotional than to conclude we made a wrong decision based on our beliefs in soemthing or someone else.
It’s like Sky said, for months my mind was in some state of shock taking in this whole new social view, one where I needed to go back into my childhood state to relearn social interaction. And in time this new social interaction view started to be integrated and I was able to function more normal again.
Darwin’s,
The 3 years he was in my life was a living hell and I did everything I could to keep him close by. All the while thinking to myself if he would just go away I will get over this and get back to my life. It was such a limbo state of mind, none of it made sense. But what really stand’s out to me in this whole ordeal was after he was gone, after I physically made him leave I went into this place of loss and sadness like I had never felt before. I was almost nonfunctional for a few years. I could not understand that HUGE feeling of loss when I knew he was the worse thing that ever happened to me.
It changes who we are, who we where, what we believed.
It opened up wounds that had never been examined. It revealed and exsposed other exploitive relationships in my life. That huge feeling of loss was my rebirth and it continues….