Lovefraud recently heard from Janine in Florida. Here is what she wrote:
In May it will be two years since I realized my ex-husband was a sociopath and every day I deal with the psychological nightmare that he has given me. I try so hard not to think about the destruction he has done to me…but every day it is there. Destroyed period.
How can one put this behind them?? Yes I have moved on with my life but every day in my mind what he did to me is there and will be in my brain forever. I have been told to forgive him and I do in a way because I realize how sick he is but it is still there!
Taken, abused, used, destroyed as a woman, as a human being and of course him shoving everything down my throat. Defaming my character, slandering me and doing his best to destroy my life. That is the hardest part, the man I helped the most in my life to live his dreams became my nightmare…I will carry this with me until my dying day.
Sociopaths charm their way into our lives, destroy us, and then leave. They go on their merry ways, and we are left with emotional train wrecks. Anger, shock, betrayal, disbelief, disappointment, sadness, shame, fear, grief, hatred, rage—all adding up to incredible pain. What are we to do with it?
I believe we must allow ourselves to feel it.
Facing the Fire
In 1993, I attended a workshop given by John Lee, author of Facing the Fire: Experiencing and Expressing Anger Appropriately. Lee talks about anger as a physical sensation that gets stuck in the body. Many of us walk around carrying decades of anger—childhood anger at our parents, anger from adolescent taunts, anger from previous husbands or wives. Unless we do something about it, the anger of the past stays there, affecting our present.
Anger builds into rage. Rage builds into numbness.
John Lee’s book offers techniques for dealing with our anger. Many of us try to intellectualize our anger away. This doesn’t work. Anger is a physical emotion that needs to be physically released. The idea is to do it without hurting other people or domestic animals. Lee suggests pounding pillows, twisting towels, stomping on the ground and breaking old cups and saucers into trash cans. We have to keep doing it until we experience a release.
To learn more on these ideas, read an interview with John Lee.
Experiencing the pain
When I finally learned that my ex-husband was a con man, that he had fathered a child with another woman during our marriage, that the $227,000 he took from me was gone, I had extreme anger—and all of those other negative emotions—adding up to incredible pain.
Luckily, I had employed John Lee’s techniques before—I tried them all, and found that punching pillows worked best for me. I also had a therapist who guided me in experiencing my pain. Because that is what needed to happen.
The pain had to come out, and the way to do it was physically. This meant punching pillows until I collapsed. It meant crying—deep, loud wails. It meant telling my ex-husband, emphatically, exactly how I felt—even though he wasn’t there to hear it.
Make no mistake, this is not pretty. It is best done in privacy, or with a skilled therapist. And it takes a long time, because there are layers and layers of pain—you dig one out, and another one surfaces.
But it works. I can honestly say that the pain is gone—not only the pain of the sociopath, but the pain I was carrying around beforehand that enabled me to fall for his lies.
I have recovered. I am happily remarried to a wonderful man. And I am peaceful.
🙂
Hey guys, Hens paid up his duck support, I got TWO THREE DOLLAR BILLS IN THE MAIL YESTERDAY!!!!
He didn’t come get them for the weekend (it was HIS weekend) and they quacked to me that they were disappointed they didn’t get to see him but I understand that at least he cared enough to PAY UP HIS DUCK SUPPORT. LOL
Boy am I tired! Was gone to town all day yesterday and didn’t get home til midnight from the Boy Scout meeting and D’s 34th birthday party (combined) but did enjoy the day out and got lots of things done….been cooking and working around here all day, got a load of guys coming over tomorrow to help D cut down some dead trees in my front yard so have to feed’em good….
OMG Ox….Hens is the daddy??
Joke…..
A duck went into a pub and asked the Barman: “Got any duck food?”
“No I haven’t, now clear off.
Next day, the duck goes into the pub and again asks for duck food.
“I told you yesterday, we don’t have any, now get out.”
Next day, the duck goes into the pub again, and asks for duck food.
“Look,” says the Barman, “If you come in here asking for duck food again, I’ll nail your Bill to the bloody bar, now get out.”
The next day, the duck goes into the pub and says to the Barman:
“Got any nails?”
“No.” says the Barman
“Good,” says the duck, “Got any duck food?”
Candy, LOL ROTFLMAO
Yea, Hens sent me the incubator which he wasn’t using and the first batch of eggs I hatched in it was 4 little ducks out of 9 eggs to start with. I have 30 eggs in it now…anyway, I was teasing him about paying up his “duck support” the other day….so he sent me two $3 bills with Obama’s picture on them….and I tacked them up on my bulletin board too….The return address was “Daddy Duck” LOL What a hoot, made me laugh and laugh. I knew it would be something funny!
Dont ever say I didnt help support my four wittle duckies
I cleaned out the cage of your four wittle duckies today—and they are nasty little duckies– but growing like widdle weeds. And yes, you did support them by making their mommy laugh!!!! LOL I knew you were up to SOMETHING! LOL
and dont ever call me a dead beak dad either.
Dear BEaK dad! LOL ROTFLMAO Well, with these little guys I wouldn’t blame you, they are nasty little critters. I candled the eggs in the incubator tonight and looks like the drake isn’t doing his job about 2/3 of them were not starting to hatch so boiled them and will feed them back to the ducks, but the other 10-12 eggs that are left are starting to make baby duckies. Might have been that the ones that didn’t hatch were just too old as I had to save them over about a 2 1/2 week period and anything over 7 days old the hatchability decreases. But that’s okay, I only need a few for my “egg production” and you are a GOOOOOOOD DUCKY DADDY HENS, you sent them some 3 dollar bills for their duck support. I hope the guy at the feed store will take them for a sack of feed! LOL
lol well you know what they say – he is —– as a 3 dollar bill ~~~!! quack quack – couldnt resist – somebody save me from my insanity…
first thing *I* thought when i heard about the cashola…..
and ain’t gonna save you from your insanity hens (or do we have to start calling you ‘ducks’ now?), because i do like some company.