Editor’s note: Lovefraud received the following email from a reader whom we’ll call “Maryjane.”
If your husband, whom you found out had affairs all during your marriage, had a child with his secretary, paid her hush money, came onto your mother, grandmother, and another sister, told you that he had an affair with your sister ”¦ during the time frame that you were readying for divorce, would you believe him? Also, this man gambled away most all the money in the marriage on football and golf betting (at a country club that you were the member of, not him, as he ran up bills) and was an alcoholic ”¦
And at the time, that piece of info about your sister, was just a part of the entire hurtful mess and too much to process ”¦ while he was also telling you that he loves you and will never cheat again ”¦ and of course, you don’t believe him. You were just trying to process the insanity of it all. Then you were both at your parents’ house and you walked into the laundry room to find this husband and that sister, whispering and snuggling ”¦
And you got furious. even screamed. and went in a made a big to do about what you had seen to your parents ”¦ and this sister, the manipulator, liar of the century, said that you were crazy and that she didn’t know what you were talking about and pointed out that you were overly emotional as usual.
During the divorce, you were cleaning out your husband’s dresser drawers and found a nude photo of this sister in the bottom of his ‘junk’ drawer ”¦ taken during the time, (junk alright, huh?), this sister had lived with you in another state, for three months, eight years previously. And the nude photo was taken on her bed at her apartment that was a short distance from where you lived.
The divorce was awarded to you on extreme mentally cruelty in a no fault divorce state ”¦ and you kept the part about ‘your sister’ out of the court proceedings to ‘protect your family’ ”¦ as you were embarrassed to have such immoral, incestuous, crassness in your own family, on top of the obvious embarrassment and hurt of the rest of it.
After the divorce and during a time, you were ready to address it ”¦ you told your parents about it ”¦ and they couldn’t/wouldn’t believe it ”¦
You see, this sister was the mother of their ‘grandchildren,’ and you were a divorced woman going through pain and not much fun to be around ”¦ And your parents were all about drinking and partying and you were dealing with issues and things that they didn’t want to ever think about, much less acknowledge happened in their family ”¦
These parents were both alcoholics and lived in denial about most everything that occurred with their children and in their lives ”¦ as in one sister being on drugs and having manic episodes. When you told them that she was doing drugs, they didn’t believe you then either. Until ”¦ Gee! It was proven to be true ”¦ and after many episodes, she is diagnosed as being bipolar.
So, you were the truth teller, the one in pain ”¦ the one who saw and the one who was crushed under affairs, lying, alcoholism ”¦ and instead of comfort and caring ”¦ you got disbelief and alienation ”¦
And you suffered it all while being sober, because you don’t drink or do drugs.
The sister who you were told had an affair with your husband began to excluded you from family ‘get togethers’ ”¦ as in her children’s birthday parties ”¦ and pretty soon, you weren’t invited to anything ”¦ because you represented something that no one wanted to look at. She needed to keep you away, because she knew that you knew the truth ”¦ so you were dangerous to the facade that she tried so hard to create and to keep intact.
You moved to another state and during this time, this sister had another affair with a married man ”¦ actually, she has had many with married men that you knew about. But this one almost caused her to lose her license, because it went against professional ethics ”¦ even as she took this husband of another woman to ‘church’ with her.
Your father finally told you that he knew you were telling the truth ”¦ but what could he do? That it was between you girls ”¦
And you responded, “So you let her exclude me when she was the one who did this to me and all the while you knew the truth?” And he shrugged as he took another drink of wine ”¦
You see he had affairs on your mother all throughout their marriage, and you even overheard one talking on the phone to your father while you were in high school, telling him that she missed and loved him and calling him by name ”¦
He knew that you overheard and said that it was a wrong number ”¦
But of course, it wasn’t. And he eventually told you that he was thinking about leaving your mother because he loved this woman and he had been unhappy in the marriage for years. And as hurt as you felt, you could kind of understand this, because your mother was given a prefrontal lobotomy when you were two years old and she was not much of a companion on many levels. And because of her lack of affect and diminished capacity, you and she did not get along well at all. Because you are artistic, emotional, strong and outgoing and she was weak, dependant and most times, not even present. You can’t even recall having a real conversation with her. But being true to your mother, you tell your dad, that if he leaves her you will never speak to him again ”¦
After all, was she really insane, or was it post partum depression ”¦ or did your Dad drive her crazy by his criticizing and neglect?
You were angry at both your dad and your mother ”¦ and while needing their love, lost respect for them both as your heart broke into a million pieces. Nothing was as it seemed in your family. It was mostly all façade ”¦
Your dad didn’t leave, but continued his womanizing, while giving the ‘image’ of the ‘good family man’ ”¦ Even your friends at high school knew about it and would make snide remarks ”¦ You withdrew into yourself, your room, your friends and ballet to survive. But your family made fun of you for dancing. They made fun of you for everything you liked and did, especially ‘that’ sister.
For about 30 years, you are excluded from most all ‘family things’ led by this sister ”¦ who now wore a mantel of a ‘church woman,’ letting her hair go gray and becoming fatter and uglier by the year, and claimed her ‘best friend’ was a shriveled-up old Bishop ”¦ who hung around your family like some kind of a leech ”¦ Your father befriends this old Bishop and took him on extravagant trips.
And during this time, your father on several occasions told you that there is a part of him that wished he had left your mother when she had her breakdown and taken you with him, and that he wished you were his only child.
That he knew that sister had always treated you with hate and animosity, and had done everything she could to harm your life. He called her a big dumbass broad ”¦ which both made you chuckle and cringe at how cruel, duplicitous and sordid your father was.
After your mother died, your father had affair, after affair, after affair, with women young enough to be his daughters, while he claimed this Bishop was his ‘spiritual advisor.’ All of these women were golddiggers, whorish types, and you told him so. And he got angry at you for telling him the truth ”¦ said that you were always causing problems. You only saw your father on occasion, because you couldn’t stand being around these women, the drinking, and the squandering of money, but your sisters participated in it all. At ‘that’ sister’s son’s wedding you weren’t included, but the current golddigger in your Father’s life was. But then after he realized what the women were, he admonished, “Why didn’t you tell me?” and he dumped them.
Your Dad is dead now ”¦ and in his later years, because of ill health, he stopped so much with the drinking, but after a lifetime of it, was a dry drunk. He would tell you on occasion how much you meant to him, and that you were always right and always told the truth, and you heard back from others that he thought you his most beautiful, brightest, deserving and moral child”¦
Your sisters ignored you, were hateful to you, or many times, actually cruel, especially the one who had an affair with your first husband ”¦ They claimed that they don’t know what’s wrong with you when you got angry, and said you were emotional and always played the victim.
What would you do and what would you think?
In the scapegoat persona.. I am a truth teller. I am too truthful at times. I can’t stand duplicity. When I spot it in people it is really difficult for me to not blurt it out. When I see it, I want to expose it… and this can make people uncomfortable .. not all people can handle the truth. And knowing and seeing the truth is my survival.. It took me alot of work to be able to work through that first marriage and all I saw and lived through in my childhood. My Dad both loved and hated me because I revealed and stood for the truth and I told him the truth…but in the end he told me in his words that I tell the truth and am always right.. but I need to back off revealing it at times.. as to not alienate … know I see what I see but not reveal is.. although that feels false to me and like I am betraying myself.. Betrayal on any level I can not tolerate.. now.. nothing…
I am the scapegoat, the strongest (am not sure about that, the P is pretty strong, but in destructive ways,) and the most loving.
Must have had scapegoat written all over me. Thanks for this info. I hadn’t heard about it before.
Oxy has such a wonderful way of putting things. Love her for that.
Maryjane,
Re: Keller’s advice to stop telling the truth in order not to be scapegoated – I’m not entirely in agreement with that particular recommendation, although I think it’s very good advice when you’re just starting out.
I’m with you, that speaking the truth is important. I too am (far!) too truthful at times. But I’m starting to learn that HOW you tell that truth makes the difference between when it’s OK for others to hear (honest others that is) and when we make them uncomfortable. And I’ve recently started to see that sometimes telling the truth – if others aren’t in a place to be able to handle the kinds of truths ours often are – can sometimes be abusive in itself. Doesn’t mean I know what to do with that information – I still pretty much stink at diplomacy (although I’m getting better)!
Hello caringaunt,
I think I remember your earlier posts. If I remember this correctly, your situation was very similar to another person “Rosa” who used to post here, and was similar to my own, was it not?
I’m not sure how much I’d be able to help you, but I’d certainly be willing to listen and give you whatever feedback I can.
Rather than posting your personal e-mail I’d suggest sending an e-mail to Donna mentioning that you’d like to communicate with me, and I’ll do the same.
I know yours is a very difficult situation, and I’m very sorry to read that you (and your niece) still need to be here.
Maryjane,
thanks for your honest, heartfelt article. I can relate to that family and especially that sister.
I think a large part of our problem is anthropomorphizing. (did I spell that right?) When I was a kid, I felt that my teddy bear had feelings. Most people, even as adults, will react to cute faces on stuffed animals, or cartoons on TV, like the penguins in “happy feet”. That’s how humans are.
Spaths know this about us and they will manipulate it. It sounds to me that your father was manipulating your emotions for fun. He saw that you weren’t going to be vulnerable to envy so he made you the envied one. At the same time he played your need to love and be loved by giving and taking away.
You took all the things you experienced and accepted them as real: he’s a good man with bad qualities, or a bad man with good qualities. I think you were anthropomorphizing him. You were attributing your own qualities of good and bad to him.
It never occurred to you that he was just an empty shell of a man and that all the good and the bad were just facades to cover his emptiness. The reason it never occurred to you is because you can’t imagine being that empty.
It’s like Sam Vaknin said, “narcissists don’t have friends or enemies, they just have supply.” I would add that they don’t have favorite daughters or least favorites, they only have supply. The roles they assign you are based on how to best elicit the emotions he needs from you, to make you a good supply of drama.
Sure, deep down he was a human being. I know that. But he didn’t. He’s denied his own humanity and disconnected from it. In place of his humanity, were his addictions to drama, power and control.
It won’t help your cog/diss to know these things because it won’t change how you feel. I don’t know if that can be changed, but it is a start to at least see reality.
Jesus tells us that we can know a tree by it’s fruit. I look at my family – it looks like yours – and know what my parents are by the qualities of my spath brother and sister and the disfunction of my older sister and myself.
Skylar, “It never occurred to you that he was just an empty shell of a man and that all the good and the bad were just facades to cover his emptiness. The reason it never occurred to you is because you can’t imagine being that empty.
It’s like Sam Vaknin said, “narcissists don’t have friends or enemies, they just have supply.” I would add that they don’t have favorite daughters or least favorites, they only have supply. The roles they assign you are based on how to best elicit the emotions he needs from you, to make you a good supply of drama.
Sure, deep down he was a human being. I know that. But he didn’t. He’s denied his own humanity and disconnected from it. In place of his humanity, were his addictions to drama, power and control.
It won’t help your cog/diss to know these things because it won’t change how you feel. I don’t know if that can be changed, but it is a start to at least see reality.
Jesus tells us that we can know a tree by it’s fruit. I look at my family ”“ it looks like yours ”“ and know what my parents are by the qualities of my spath brother and sister and the disfunction of my older sister and myself.?
Wow! Yes.. in his later years, iI starting seeing how empty he was and that he needed to continually have a woman , a business deal or something and he did play people… he used them.. I was the pretty one, one was the crazy one, the other one shared in his interest in one thing or another.. but it was all how it reflected back on him.. not how or who we really are as people. My Dad never saw me.. that is why in the end when he was telling me I tell the truth and am always right that I thought wow, he was listening.. I mean he had a Bshsop that he called his bestfriend and he had whore after whore after whore. Of course, the Bishop was around him for donations and trips..Dad bought love.. but he while he was generous with his daughters he was also cruel with the strings attached.. one of his goldidgger girlfriends physically resemeble me.. one of my sisters remarked abou that .. it made me feel ill inside.. one night I was vivisitng and we were watching TV and he told me the only women he thought were beauiful were Angelina Jolie and me.. and he would say that I looked like Mom used to look and actually that wasn’t true except when mom was really young like in her 20’s .. it’s all so sick and sorted and confusing…
He would stare at the TV in the end.. but want someone to be with him. But if you would try to talk to him he would defer to the TV.. I would call him to talk a bit and he could only be on the phone a few minutes..he always had a meeting, places to go or people to call.. it coninually man me feel unimportant.. he put business, friends even waiters before his kids.. I could be having dinner with him.. having not seen him in months and he would talk to the waiter like he was his best friend..
Geez, he was empty and lost and searching.. He hated being alone.. I tried to show him love.. but he rejected it.. so do my sisters.. I am learning to not look for crumbs from people.. to show me love.. I am seeing so clearly the pattern that was imprinted on me. There is so much and so complex. I love all your insights and thoughts.. thank you.
Maryjane, I haven’t read all of the responses to your gut-wrenching article. I am so sorry that you experienced all of this at the hands of someone that you loved.
The reaction(s) of the “family” are as dis-eased as they could be and speaks volumes of the dysfunction that you were raised in.
I hope that you’ve engaged in some good, strong counseling at some point during this supremely difficult healing process. There is so very, very much that we cannot process on our own. We just can’t. It’s too insane for us to wrap our heads around.
Personally, after finding out that everyone in the “family” was aware of the exspath’s activities and choices and, apparently, enabled (and, possibly condoned) his (and, sisters’) behaviors……well, I would divorce the entire lot and view them as dead and gone. “But, they’re FAMILY!” is often the cry of desperation – people who treat other people in this way are not, by any stretch of the imagination, considered “family.” “Family” are those people who support, encourage, nurture, and speak truthfully. These people are not, and never were, “family.”
Brightest healing blessings to you, Maryjane.
I feel like I have spent my whole life trying to heal from these imprints from my family. Yes, I have thought look at how messed up this family is.. this is what the combination of my mother and father created…
I was fortunate to live away from them for the last 25 years. I knew if I didn’t get out of where they were that they would kill me. When I am around them I don’t even feel like me. I feel like I am in some kind of a hell and I do not belong there.
Maryjane, DNA does not make a “family”—Love does. So if you don’t already have a loving family of people around you…find them and love them, and let them love you.
Thank You Annie, yes, that is me, your memory serves you right. I will request through Donna. Thanks again!