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.
Hens,
I completely understand that feeling of loss. I felt it most keenly when I was in Peru last year on the cargo boat towards the Amazon (like the one in Motorcycle Diaries). The road had ended in this town and the only way to travel onwards was this cargo boat, that shipped people in hammocks rather than coal/grain… At some point I sat on the roof of the cargo boat looking out at the stars above me. It’s the most beautiful starry sky I’ve ever seen (and I’ve been at remote places before). It was a black blanket full of diamonds. And as i watched that immensely beautiful diamond blanket the loneliness and the destruction of my life hit me at its deepest. It was probably one of the most bittersweet moments in my life that I can remember… I was alive, living and breathing and at this marvelous place, and at the same time I felt dead inside and that my life at home was dead… like the Dead Marshes of Lord of The Rings. I had this beautiful jungle experience to look forward to, the dream of my life becoming real (I dreamt of going to the Amazon since I was a child), and yet I knew it would be over a few days later and I had to go back to that dead life at home.
Oh yes, I didn’t understand myself either during the relationshit. On the one hand I wanted him to just finish it or take a bus and leave him, and I felt always releaved when either he or I ended up on the plane back home so we were physically separated. And there were many times I felt a deep hatred for him for all the crap he pulled. And yet, I would instantly do everything I could to keep us together, and apologize and beg him to love me. I was in a limbo state most of the time with him. I hated that, him but most importantly myself for it!
darwin’s, that trip down the amazon gives me gooze bumples – i am so happy you can remember that black starry sky and how empty you felt – everything happens for a reason dont ya think?
Strangely enough those 6 days of the Amazon, including the cargo boat trip, were the sole beautiful days of hell year 2011 I had this marvelous remote adventure of my life, nothing but sweet and friendly smiling and respectful people around me, as well as some of the most vast outdoor with nature’s miracles out there. One would wish I should have experienced it as a happy person with a happy life, and yet I don’t and even didn’t wish I was happy back then. It’s exactly the contradiction of that moment that made it so powerful, sad and beautiful all at the same time. It was the first time I really mourned myself, my life and this new way of social thinking I had to do. I had weapt before, from missing him during the devaluing, from frustration and fear, from pain of this new reality… but that moment I cried for myself, and not in a self pitying way… It was like a burrial, when you grief and say goodbye to your previous life, and you know you have to go on living accepting it will never be the same anymore. You don’t know how to, you don’t even want to, but you know you have to and that you will somehow. Once I stepped off the boat and arrived at the village and took off with my guide on the canoo, I relished every moment of it. Nothing and nobody was going to spoil the marvel of it. It was my dream, it was beautiful, and I f****** deserved it for myself to enjoy it to the fullest. And I did. But it was that bittersweet moment on the cargo boat that helped me to decide that for myself.
I don’t know whether everything happens for a reason, but I do make sure it will have some reason for me.
My mother used to say that we all get dealt with a load of baggage to carry around. Sometimes we end up carrying too much and we buckle. We can then decide to give up and lie on the ground forever, or we can ditch some of the load, get up and continue living. I think that was a very wise observation of my mother.
To quote darwinsmom:
“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.”
Oh yes, for me it was more like years. Years of total denial as to what I was seeing in front of me. It was absolutely stunning. Just like you said, like some kind of state of shock.
I, too, have had to go back into my childhood and set all that straight first and then slowly progress further out until I am able to meet myself again. To find that personal grounding.
Like I told my counselor today: “I am not afraid to die nor afraid of “IT” but that doesn’t mean “IT” won’t try it either.”
So, I am always on the defensive. Always.
My defense is causing me problems in my life, though.
In order to have safety and comfort I also must give up living a normal life. Things like going out for a walk; just being out in general public where I think I would make myself a ‘sitting duck’.
A person can’t be too careful when dealing with a psychopath. One moment they can be stroking you and telling you how very beautiful you are and how much you mean to them and the next, they are literally trying to peel the skin from your body in one long piece and loving every moment of it.
I have learned there won’t ever be a ‘normal’ again for me.
For none of us. We will be forged in the fire from all of this and we will emerge stronger and more wiser and better able to defend ourselves from the evilness of these predators and soul suckers. And, that is what they are: SOUL SUCKERS.
I was told today that the psychological abuse was done so whimsically and almost un noticed and that they could see it from when I first started counseling. Amazing, isn’t it? I couldn’t see it though. It took a trained eye to recognize it. I was also told that as easily and gently as my thoughts had been manipulated and controlled, that control and manipulation will fade away as easily as it faded in. It’s a struggle. Breaking free. But trust me, once you are free, I mean REALLY NO CONTACT and it is completely behind you..all the way…where you slammed that door and made up your mind, THAT is being free. Free from the manipulation, the drama, the chaos…free from having your mind twisted. All of it.
I think your Mom had an extremely wise view:
“My mother used to say that we all get dealt with a load of baggage to carry around. Sometimes we end up carrying too much and we buckle. We can then decide to give up and lie on the ground forever, or we can ditch some of the load, get up and continue living. I think that was a very wise observation of my mother.”
I think she may just be right.
It’s the ONLY way to be sometimes.
mwahhhh!!
thanks for letting me yack.
Dopey Doopey
My mom has always been a kind, warm and wise lady, Dupey 🙂
I’ve got the best of persons in my mom I believe, but I just wish she doesn’t argue with me over where I want to put
my stuff (organize wise), LOLOL. When I do it my way anyway, she reverses it behind my back (when I’m traveling abroad). :p I’m sure her organizing is perhaps sublime (she puts stuff in boxes, which looks clean), but it doesn’t work for me cause I can’t find anything again anymore or totally forget I have it, since it’s out of sight. … and yet she marvels how I organize my music and books – all alphabetical!
After the move, I found a place for lots of stuff that were in these huge boxes… they’re all empty. My mom asked me in a panic so what are you gonna do with them (fearing I’d get rid of them). Told her I put them on top of the closet where they always have been… They’re just ornaments though there’s not one item in them. LOL!
You are fortunate you have a good Mom, darwinsmom.
I have been thinking about the ‘demon’ that I allowed into my life……Just remembering all the chaos and drama and trying to figure out how in the world I could allow something like this near me and my life. I was just so totally and completely sucked right in and it almost took my life from me. And, I probably would have loved every moment of it. That’s the insane part.
It was as if my very soul was being held captive.
By the devil itself.
I am thinking of running away and not letting anyone know where I am and just cutting all ties with everything and everyone that I know around me.
Sometimes I think that is the only way it will just stop.
Maybe it’s best.
If I just disappear, I mean…
Not because of “IT”….
IN SPITE OF IT.
darwins – you are blessed to have a mother like that.
Well, my mother was a worthless piece of…..(fill in). Dupey, you’re not alone there, honey. Or you, hens.
But anyway I have discovered the secret for breaking an addiction to a man. Salsa lessons with Jacques and Mark. I danced with all these hot guys tonight in class. They traded me back and forth so they could practice dipping. When a man dips you, he throws your right arm around his neck and holds your ribcage up against his chest. It’s HOT!!!! After my student friend that I like a lot and my teacher Jacques both did that with me a few times, I was in serious need of a cold shower. Salsa is SO sexy! OMG I totally recommend it for all of you women trying to get over an asshole. I will start taking private lessons with Jacques pretty soon. But I got to get some private instruction from him for a half hour after class – he and Mark stick around to do that. It was HOT. HOTTTT!!!! All the guys in the class are great. I really enjoy this so much. Even when I’m not feeling great, it’s a good pick-me-up. Mark and Jacque learned from one of the best salsa teachers in the world – this woman named Edie. Edie started salsa dancing because her husband was cheating on her. She lost 40 lbs doing it and became of the the best world class salsa dancers. I don’t have any spaths to get over, but since I started salsa dancing, I hardly think about my rock star neighbor anymore. I used to have a huge crush on him for years.
Words of wisdom that I saw today…..thought i’d share it with my Lf Friends.
Hope your all well.
Life IS good….never forget.
XXOO
EB
We can not solve our problems with the same thinking we used when they were created.
Dupey,
That sounds like a plan! No, it’s not being chased off by the spath, but I see it as GOING TO a new free life – the ditching of the load that made you buckle!