Like us, Claudia Moscovici had her run-in with a psychopath, one that almost destroyed her marriage. Since then, like many of us, she has thoroughly researched this destructive personality disorder. She started a blog called “Psychopathy Awareness,” and wrote two books: a novel called The Seducer, and an upcoming nonfiction book called Dangerous Liaisons.
In her review of my book, Love Fraud—How marriage to a sociopath fulfilled my spiritual plan, Claudia writes, “I didn’t think I could learn much more about the subject, but Donna’s book proved me wrong.”
Read the entire review on Psychopathy Awareness.
Love Fraud is available in the Lovefraud Store.
Yep, but why were we looking under barrel’s and rock’s to begin with? This is were the life lesson get’s really deep and uncomfortable.
Hens
TRUE DAT! Oh how true that really is…..
Hens,
Yeah, it is, that’s when we see what lead us there…
Our pasts. It’s very painful. I wish it didn’t have to be so much at one time… We are realizing what happened to us, barely coming out of the fog if at all and the past (prior to the p) comes barrelling down on us.
Alot of discomfort and deep buried pain.
I know it has me and I’m still somewhere in this chasing my tail thing that doesn’t allow for focus. So many jumbled memories and events. I feel I need to put it all in order and make a clear picture but then I’m frustrated that I’m sifting in information that has no real benefit in the now and later. Like waisting time… yet not taking the time is crippling..?
One hard part for me was realizing that in all my moments of anger, sadness , and all that, I was just going crazy, talking, screaming, crying… but I finally had to just sit down and cry, for that fact I did love ‘him’ , I did miss him, It does hurt to be discarded, to lose our dreams, to be on a road and it just suddenly disappear, all a mirage. To accept that people that should have loved did not. To just sit down and cry, to allow myself to cry without turning to anger right away or attact myself for being a ‘cry baby’.
I’m rambling I guess, I’m sorry.
Oxy,
I’ve been reading, little by little and the strength that I’m starting to feel, I can’t explain it really, not yet anyway… but it feels so good, I definitly want more. I say a glimpse of a light at the end of my tunnel. Maybe for a minute!
Thank you ALL for this! I am grateful to be heard, understood, believed, encouraged, believed it, taught…. and to laugh!
Dear Me,
Yea, we have some wicked laughs here from time to time, especially on a Friday or Saturday night—you can tell we don’t have any DATES! LOL It is a good feeling when your sense of humor starts to return, even a black one. Henry calls me his “twisted sister” and sometimes my humor (and his) is pretty TWISTED too! LOL But that is just part of the healing I think.
I’m getting more comfortable though in the skin I’m in, and in allowing myself to be “less than a lady.” (((hugS))))
Humor is necessary for sure!
Well, I have a raging toothache, an ear that’s infected and I made a good decision today in that the place I looked at is not for me. Thanks but no thanks and keep lookin….
Other than that, today has probably been one of the BEST days I’ve had in a long time, despite all the other stuff…because I got a lot of insight today. I’m so thankful for this place.
I can’t wait for therapy tomorrow!
Have a great night everyone. And thanks a bunch Ox.
LL
I guess my humor can be something of a dark and dry nature. I don’t know… I always get it 🙂
(((((Oxy))))) I’ll take all the hugs you can give, never complaining…. Thank you sooo much!! God bless you!
Jeannie – I agree – that get’s me boinked alot but I did love him. I do love him. Just had to let him go with a kick in the arse…cried a bucket of tears – but as I have said before and will say again……drum roll…….. It’s better to have loved and lost than to live with a physco the rest of your life.
Hi Hens. I probably shouldn’t have commented yesterday that “my spidey senses were tingling”, in response to some new posters, and even some older ones. I should be able to observe and keep my mouth shut.
It felt validating though, that Shabby saw what I saw, and I wanted to validate HER, too.
There is still this part of me that doesn’t want to be duped, and is suspicious….and if I suspect I am being duped, I feel the need to call the duper out, if for no other reason then to prove I’m not stupid.
Hen’s, I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT YOU. You are not a spath.
Furthermore, I wasn’t talking about anybody here, who is real and genuine and telling the truth about their experience, no matter what it is! I am not in the business of rejecting people.
But, anyone who comes here and makes up stories and misrepresents themselves, and create drama and trauma, just for the fun of duping….that’s another story.
I’m not saying anyone is doing that. But, at times I wonder. I do my best to give everyone here the benefit of the doubt…
I just observe things, sometimes that trouble me.
You are right, though. I should probably keep it to myself.
Sorry, Hens.
I, too have wondered if I was spath. I don’t like the implication that every drunk is spath, or every disorder is on the spath scale.
I think A LOT of us are disordered, but that doesn’t make us hopeless and unsavable.
That doesn’t make us spath.
Being honest about who we are is genuine. But an emposter in the midst, that I can’t sanction as genuine or innoscent.
Again, not saying that is happening. Could be paranoid, and suffering from PTSD, but, should also listen to my gut.
I love LF. I feel protective.
it’s just me – your 12:13 post up thread is very clear – not ramlbing in the least, actaully. I know if feels like you don’t know where you are, but you are really staring this down.
I am going to print you post and think about it later, when i have some time. It struck a few chords for me, feels like it could help me get a little further into unraveling my own experience. It’s been 16 months nc for me, and i stabilizing enough that i can go to the next level now. I too need to cry – for all that was, and all that was lost from my life.
I am looking for my way forward, and have decided that i wil ask myself some questions, like: ‘what was i really doing? (with the spath). I will ask and ask until i get the whole answer. guess that’s all there is to say about that for now.
keep doing the good work you are…nothing is inconsequential – we have a healing intelligence in us, and if we can let what comes up in our healing be our guiding light, we can follow the good path.