Lovefraud recently received the following email from a reader whom we’ll call “Eleanor.”
Thank you for your wonderful site Lovefraud! It has helped me tremendously. I am still with my sociopath husband, but am quietly and surely planning on leaving. We have a few children so it really makes it more complicated.
He has now gone up to the next stage in what I’ve read sociopaths love to do. I’m so thankful that I read about it before he did it and know how to react and what to expect! He’s started to call up my family, giving them a sob story about how broken he is and how I won’t get any help (we’ve gone through a few counselors, with no obvious results as they’ve all been taken in by his acting abilities).
Now my question to you is, knowing he’s doing this, how can I have my close family not be influenced by him or believe him? To know it’s useless to fight him that’s a given (except in court, I will do whatever I can so that he doesn’t get custody of the children). But what can I say to my family to let them not take sides, realize he’s lying to them, and have them not believe him? I tried to tell them this but his authentic depressed behavior got to them more. I don’t want to be left alone without any support and want to catch this in the bud.
After I read your wonderful site I realize he’s been doing this for years. He’ll see I’m talking to a specific friend too much, and suddenly she’ll stop calling. I tried hard to think if I did anything to offend her, and I didn’t. Before I just had vague suspicions, but now I see clearly that he probably called her or her husband and spread lies that I told about her (I have only said good things about her, so there’s nothing truthful that he could say that would be bad). This has happened with past counselors also. One I finally had the courage to call and told her what he said that she said, and she was very upset and said she never said that about me and she’ll clear it up.
People don’t know
The problem Eleanor faces is that people in general do not know that sociopaths exist. They do not know what sociopathic behavior looks like. So because people do not understand that there are people who intentionally feign distress and unhappiness, casting themselves as the victim, they do not realize that what they are witnessing is nothing but an act, and they are being conned by a sociopath.
Eleanor needs to educate her family about sociopaths, but she needs to do it carefully. If she rants and raves that they should not to believe her husband because he is a sociopath, they will probably look at her like she is nuts. In fact, her husband may already be telling them that he’s very concerned about Eleanor, because she’s becoming mentally unglued. The family may begin to think that the husband is right, and Eleanor does, in fact, have mental issues.
Why would they think this? Because they probably believe that sociopaths are all deranged serial killers. If Eleanor’s husband hasn’t killed anyone, or if he isn’t violent, then she must be nuts.
Silence of the Lambs
A few days ago I watched The Silence of the Lambs. This is, of course, the movie that features Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter, the cannibalistic psychopath.
Even though the movie came out in 1991, I’d never seen it. I don’t like horror movies or scary movies, so I never wanted to. But since we spend so much time talking about how people don’t understand what a psychopath really is, I figured I needed to see the movie that created so much misinformation, so I ordered it from Netflix. I was so apprehensive that I actually had nightmares several days before watching the film.
Two things struck me about Silence of the Lambs. First, Jodie Foster was really young in the movie. Second, no wonder people think psychopaths are all brilliant, cold-blooded serial killers.
The movie won five Academy Awards, including Best Actor and Best Actress for Hopkins and Foster, along with Best Picture, Best Director and Best Adapted Screenplay. The American Film Institute named Hannibal Lecter, as portrayed by Hopkins, as the number one film villain of all time.
In the beginning of the movie, the medical director of the prison where Lecter is kept says, “Oh, he’s a monster. A pure psychopath. So rare to capture one alive.” And Lecter does display psychopathic behavior. But his behavior is so off the charts that I don’t know if there are any real-life cases as bad as he is.
Lecter is highly manipulative. The problem, however, is that his manipulation is obvious. His evil is obvious. And, of course, the guy is in prison for crimes so heinous that they put him in a straight jacket, strap him to a gurney and put a full mask on him to prevent him from literally biting someone’s head off.
I can see how the image of a psychopath from The Silence of the Lambs could be seared into someone’s brain. Unfortunately, the cartoon image of Hannibal Lecter may prevent people from identifying the real psychopaths who live among us.
After watching this movie, I feel like my decision to use the term “sociopath” on Lovefraud, instead of “psychopath,” was correct. No matter how many academic papers psychology researchers publish about the behavior of psychopaths, they’ll never be able to overcome the image of Anthony Hopkins ripping a cop’s face open with his teeth.
Red Flags of Love Fraud
Lovefraud’s goal is to educate people about sociopaths and what they’re really like, especially in intimate and family relationships. Towards that end, today I am sending my second book to the printer. It’s called, Red Flags of Love Fraud 10 signs you’re dating a sociopath. Here’s the description from the back cover:
What everyone who wants a loving relationship needs to know about social predators
Charisma, charm, so much in common and sexy too—is your romantic interest a dream date, or a sociopath? Millions of these social predators live among us, and they don’t look or act like serial killers. Rather, they present themselves as the love you’ve been waiting for all your life. Red Flags of Lovefraud identifies the clues and patterns of behavior that may indicate your partner is actually an exploiter. This book explains why you may be vulnerable, how the predators seduce you, how you become psychologically bonded, and how to break free of the trap.
I asked a former employee, whom I hadn’t spoken with in many years, to proofread the book. It turned out that she, too, married a sociopath. She told me, “If I’d read this book 10 years ago, it would have changed my life. Literally.”
My hope is that people will read the book, recognize the behaviors and realize that they’re dealing with a sociopath. My bigger hope is that people will read the book, learn the warning signs, and avoid becoming involved with a sociopath in the first place.
Explaining the behavior
But back to Eleanor she’s dealing with a husband who is full manipulation mode, trying to remove her support system by lying to her family and friends. My guess is he’s also running a smear campaign, subtly disparaging Eleanor to make her less credible.
First of all, I am really glad that Eleanor had the nerve to tell one of the counselors what her husband said. I’d be interested to know how that situation plays out —does the counselor start to get what is happening? Or does she fall for the husband’s lies again?
As far as the rest of her family is concerned, I think Eleanor needs to thoroughly educate herself about exactly what a sociopath is and how they behave. One way to do it is by reading Lovefraud carefully. She should learn about the key symptoms. She should even be able to quote some statistics about how many millions of sociopaths live among us.
Then, when appropriate opportunities arise with individual family members, she can present this information coolly and calmly. In fact, when her husband does something right out of the sociopathic playbook, she can explain how it is typical sociopathic behavior. For example, his sob story about how broken he is is an example of the pity play.
It’s important not to get upset or angry while conveying such information, because that would create the image that Eleanor is nothing but a scorned woman. People can’t listen to someone who is upset; they put up their defenses. And, presenting this information while upset could play right into the hands of the husband, who is probably saying that Eleanor is mentally unbalanced. So the best way to communicate this information is dispassionately.
What else can she do or say? Do you have any suggestions for Eleanor?
SO! many wonderful profound comments in this thread by so many people. I can’t even begin to comment on each one individually because there are so many. Thank you to all of you!
Milo – seems like you are at the Phd level for trivial (but funny!) trite grey rock phrases. Or should I say at the black belt level!
I’ve personally found that it’s those seemingly trivial, but oh-so-useful, phrases, tips and tricks that make all the difference between actually getting past the hurt and pain and rising out of the mire, and staying stuck in pain, fear and isolation. It’s one thing to theoretically understand what’s going on; it’s another thing entirely to know specific behaviours you can use to do something about it. Even more importantly, because most of these are just so funny it attaches humour to them and sets an emotional template that helps to immunize you to fear whenever you use them (you can’t feel fear and joy at the same time, and because you first learned of them associated with laughter that’s the default emotion you’ll feel).
Hi Annie ~
Be careful what you wish for, you wanted a post about the trite expressions of the infamous “grey rock”.
For me, it not only helped me past some of the hurt and pain, but enabled me to further protect my grandson from a mother that has used him as a pawn in her hateful attacks against me. She has never loved him and has physically and emotionally harmed him just to get to me. I see that clearly now and if it is me she wants, then it will be me that she gets. Only, somehow the old me is gone and she really doesn’t like the new “grey rock black belt” me.
You take care, nice chatting with you again
Milo! I think your achieving the “black belt” level in gray rock should afford you a ‘GOLDEN SKILLET” award as well! Boil on the dog’s butt….bowel habits and false teeth.
Actually I feel sorry for your poor old auntie…really, think about it, the poor old dear had nothing in her life that was interesting to her so she had to find interest in what she DID have….and that wasn’t much! If I get there I hope someone shoots me! LOL
Hi, I always come to LF for support when things get hairy with the spath. I am still amazed on how they have the same pattern. The “it” I was married to tried to take his sob story to the counselor, then to the Military Chaplain, right after he sent me to the ER the night before. The chaplain, a former addict, said I asked for it….) The family was already told that I was emotionally unstable and a gold digger. (He was out of a job for 10 years, an addict and 180, in debt besides his mortgage, three yrs behind in taxes, with collection agencies calling on a daily basis and a credit rating of 365, etc before I married this very charming, educated man) No way changing their mind, even after I lost my job because he kept showing up drunk at my work, spending my 401K to make his house liveable while mine was being destroyed by renters, and now he is taking me to court to get my pre-marital house that was rented out when I married him. His family did a smear campaign against me with the twisted/mirrored info they got from him. It did not make any difference that they caught him red-handed or that he perjured himself in court. I cut them all lose.
It still makes me physically sick to think how I cried trying to defend myself against that monster and the snake pit he called his family. I thought I was crazy when I kept thinking, can’t anybody see what is going on here? Look, here are documents, can you read? Look at my black and blue body, who is beating who? After finding LF I realized that he targeted me as a victim to be exploited from the day he laid eyes on me. His family had to make sure I had enough money to make it worth their while. I used to call them (in my mind) gypsies, tramps and thieves. I stand corrected, they are spaths.
This post has been very informative and I too would like the blogs on “grey rock” and back-spathing”.
I always hope that some one will say “I lost my family too but if you do #1. #2 and #3 you will get your children back, but I haven’t found it. …..
……that’s why it is soooo important that more and more people hear BEFORE the spath is successful in the SMEAR campaign and cause all the ambient abuse he loves to watch from afar that we must endure.
20 years, your next to last paragraph tells me that you really get it now. Good for you.Manipulative acting.You were wondering how long you will have to deal with these manipulative actors. I’ve been pondering this question myself. I have a 19 year old in college, so she is fairly grown, or at least legally grown. I’ve come to the realization that you can stop as soon as you get it through your ‘ thick skull ‘ that it’s not up to you to try to control what other people do, or to control what other people think. It’s not your business .It’s not your job. That is the hard part of being responsible for children. You spend years trying your best to guide them through their myriad choices and decisions and then you realize that there must be a point where it ends. Let me know if you figure out where that point is!
I always re read my posts and feel a need to correct it. WHY?
I didn’t mean to infer that my daughter is a manipulative actor. She is not. Her father is.
STJ: I am so sorry that we share the same story, but somehow it helps to know you are not the only one…. that others understand. That we know and share the depth of betrayal and pain that others can only watch in a movie somewhere and try to imagine what it would be like.
……I truly picture a BEAST with a mask of a handsome man. Mine would stroke my cheek and tell me I was “safe with him”. He would appear to want to “know” me. His mask was so handsome my girlfriends would roll their eyes (girls 20 years younger would drool over him) and inside of me I thought after a 28 year marriage to a passive-aggressive who was very abusive, and that I prayed continually for…..after all those years….I thought he came as the ANSWER to my prayers! My Fault: I did not prayerfully ask God I just “assumed” and was caught up in what I SAW, and what he TOLD ME. He told me he was my “Boaz” ( in the Bible, one who took in a woman who had no one and loved and cared for her),….then I quickly married him.
…but little by little starting on the honeymoon, I would notice the mask slipping: contradictions;anger;talking “down” to me; rageful driving, all-out RAGE; lies,telling me how to dress;catching him screening my calls; accusing ME of lies; the teen porn i found on the computer; i could go on and on…..the mask was slipping…..UNTIL THE DAY HE WAS READY FOR HIS CLOSING ACT. He would lower the mask in my presence so I would see the Beast…literally smirking, and joking of having me “committed”…told me he saw “demons in me”.., but others he only showed the handsome, loving man that was “so concerned about his wife “that he would sob on their shouders quoting scripture and swearing undying love to me!!!!.
Well…..I hope many learn through these posts on LF. There are many. many beasts out there…..Angels of light…who’s hearts are dark and want to destroy you.
Listen to your insides. You are NOT crazy. Listen to the anxiety inside of you when you see the mask “slip” and then very wisely,prayerfully plan to get away while you have your family, your friends, your finances and your strength to fight back.
Blessings and hugs all…..
Bellangel
My ex H P attacked me suddenly after 22 years together.
When the mask dropped I just couldn’t make head nor tale of what I was seeing. Nothing had prepared me for it.
At the end, he too would reserve this demonic, cruel, sadistic face for me and could turn instantly into Mr kind guy for others.
This face terrifies me and I never want to see it again. It was like he taunts me with it.
How do you explain this? It is in the realm of the impossible. If someone had tried to tell me this before I encountered it -I would probably think that they had a breakdown or something.
Thank God I found LF
Blessings to all
STJ
xxx
The inhuman one… I saw it in full display once… the last night in Nicaragua. I had told him during dinner how the alternative version of my robbery, one where he wasn’t the hero, but the one who sent his mates after me. I had told it calmly, analytical, like a detective. We weren’t gonna go out, but then he disappeared on me anyway. He was to travel with me to Costa Rica (and I paid for his visa) to find work in San Jose and live with his sister/cousin. I tried to sleep at least, but he stayed away far too long. I packed my stuff and his. And an hour before my planned leave he finally arrived.
Who I saw was the dirtiest sick animal. He was pissing on the street, waving around, then ate leftover food with his hands in the most disgusting inhuman manner. His eyes were wild… not glazed… just wild. And he tried to tell me some fantasy story that he had just escaped some drug show down at some rich American’s house. Sounded like Miami Vice. It was some fantastic tale to make me both pity him and be ahead of me making any fuss over his absence. However, I was so tired of it already then that I didn’t even was upset, and in this inhuman state I didn’t feel pity either.
I remember I watched him thinking, “who the hell is this?” There was nothing human about him, not even animalistic, at least not like a healthy animal. I think it reminded me most of the image of a rabid dog or something.
He wasn’t aggressive, but it was the most shocking state I’ve ever seen someone in. And I felt utterly disgusted. What I saw was not someone I felt anything for except disgust. And yet, I cleaned him up, was almost clinically calm, helped him pack his stuff and took him to Costa Rica (because my conscious could not allow myself to leave someone in such a temptation and state), and I stayed 1 more night with him together in Liberia, Costa Rica, and waved him off the next morning on his bus to his sister in San Jose.
I stayed with him long distance for many months more, thinking it must have been some drug (crack maybe? he said it was pot… but no way that was pot). But in all honesty, it was after seeing him in that inhuman state, that I started to distance myself as well: no more money, saying he could come but then he had to do his papers (himself, and not me). I was able to say “no” to him more after that. And I started to suspect he was cheating on me, and suspected he had cheated on me before that too. A part of me was hanging on emotionally, but a large part had backed off after seeing him like that night (which was a follow up over another dissapearance act the night before at a romantic place far away from his village… basically he got us there, then disappeared early evening with another Nica man who returned around 2-3am by himself… he arrived around 11am in the morning by bus, some jail story, and I was numb and cold inside).