Downton Abbey was on TV last night, and Terry and I are among the millions of fans. Last night’s episode (Season 3, Episode 4) ended in tragedy because of behavior that looked so familiar to me.
(Spoiler Alert: The following description gives away the story.)
Lord Grantham’s daughter, Lady Sybil, is about to give birth. Rather than depend on the local country doctor, Dr. Clarkson, Lord Grantham has imported a more socially acceptable obstetrician, Sir Philip Tapsell, to deliver the baby. As the birth approaches, both doctors are in attendance at the estate.
Lady Sybil starts acting incoherently. Dr Clarkson fears that she may be toxemic. He recommends that they rush to the hospital so the baby can be delivered immediately by C-section. Sir Philip insists that nothing is wrong—Lady Sybil is experiencing a normal childbirth. The two doctors argue in front of the entire family and the nature of the argument is why I’m describing the show.
Dr. Clarkson worries that Lady Sybil may be in grave danger, but admits that he doesn’t know for sure. Sir Philip, on the other hand, is totally confident that nothing is wrong. He never wavers. He is pompous in his confidence. He practically sneers at the country bumpkin doctor for being an alarmist, and actually tells him to shut up.
Lord Grantham notes that Dr. Clarkson isn’t sure about the possible danger, whereas Sir Philip is 100% confident that everything is fine. He sides with Sir Philip, and they do not go to the hospital.
Lady Sybil goes into labor and the baby is born. But a short time later, she goes into convulsions and dies.
Argued like a sociopath
Dr. Clarkson was right all along. But Sir Philip spoke with unshakeable self-confidence, unwaveringly certain that he knew best. He argued like a sociopath.
I am not saying that the Sir Philip character is a sociopath. But I am saying that his extreme confidence, his self-righteousness and his hubris are all traits that sociopaths display when they are pushing to get their way.
I write about this in my book, Red Flags of Love Fraud:
How do they do it? How do sociopaths convince you to go along with their agendas, even to your own detriment?
They command it. This is a function of their charisma because they command unflinchingly, with complete self-confidence, they get results. Now, this doesn’t mean sociopaths are always barking orders. Often the commands are delivered on cushions of sweetness, or camouflaged as appeals for sympathy. But in their minds, whatever sociopaths want, they are totally entitled to have. Therefore, when they make their desires known, they show no doubt, only certainty. Compliance is demanded, and targets respond.
Those of us who are not disordered usually aren’t as adamant in expressing our views, opinions or desires. We may think we’re right, but recognize that we could be wrong. We may know what we want, but we’re willing to compromise. So when we come across people who communicate vociferously and forcefully well, we tend to be bowled over. Because of the sheer force of their words, we tell ourselves that they must know what they’re talking about, they’re telling the truth, and they’re right.
My ex-husband’s convincing lies
I’m soon going to be on another TV show I’ll tell you all more when I have details. The producer asked me if I had any more video or audio of my ex, James Montgomery. Well, I found some tapes that I had forgotten about recordings of voice mails, and a recording of our first telephone conversation when I arrived home after leaving him. The tapes illustrate the steamroller tactics with which he argued even when he was lying.
Let me set the scene. James Montgomery swept into my life, portraying himself as a successful entrepreneur. He invited me to be part of his business plans, which, if I could help him get started, were sure to make us fabulously wealthy. He pressured me to lease a car for him it was in my name, and I made all the payments. To feed his unending need for money, I drained my savings and loaded about $60,000 in debt to my previously zero-balance credit cards.
Montgomery also told me he was a member of the Australian military who had heroically served in Vietnam, and still acted as a consultant, particularly on terrorism. He often flew to Florida, telling me he was stopping by MacDill Air Force base in Tampa, home of the Special Operations Command. While there, he was able to get around by borrowing the cars of other military members that were parked at the base.
In December 1998, Montgomery dragged me to Florida, saying he had a contract to open a Titanic show in Orlando. We spent money we didn’t have to move down there. A few weeks later Montgomery admitted he never had a contract. Then, while he was flying to yet another business meeting, I discovered that he had fathered a child with another woman during our marriage. I left Florida, and took the car that he had been driving.
So, here’s part of my conversation with James Montgomery when I was back at my home in New Jersey. (Warning: Contains some profanity.)
Here’s what I know now that I didn’t know during the conversation. My entire marriage was a financial scam. James Montgomery was never in the military. When he travelled to Florida, he was visiting other women including, but not limited to, the mother of the child., who probably owned the car he drove.
Yet listen to how he argued about the car. I was wrong for taking the car back to New Jersey, which inconvenienced him. I was wrong about him using cars from the base. And I was stupidly ignorant about the policy for using military cars. Montgomery was adamant and self-righteous in his argument even though everything he said was a lie.
At the time, the conversation was terribly upsetting. He threw many more accusations and threats at me, which, because of the conviction of his words, made me wonder if he was right.
Later, I discovered that everything he said that day, and practically everything he said during our marriage, was a lie no matter how convincingly the words were stated.
I didn’t know someone could lie with such confidence and conviction. And that’s how I got into the entire mess.
For many years, my air filter was clogged with toxic gas 🙁
LF has taught me how to breathe clean air again 🙂
Kryptonite toothpaste. Protection from “spathache”
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all are a HOOT!
And, a cracked, chipped, and obsessed tooth is NO fun, whatsoever. I’ve had a couple of teeth that were obsessed – one with dark chocolate and ice cream, and the other with potato stix – you know, those fecking things made out of potatoes that jam themselves into your upper palate and create puncture wounds?!
Kim…….yeah, it hurts!
Brightest blessings
Skylar, there is something to be said about “Tooth Truth.” (nodding head in agreement)
My entire childhood and youth were a waste…no one saw the real me except for the “wrong” person. You guessed it…a sociopath.
We were in third grade and this girl honed in on me like radar. I made a very convenient target due to being brought up by narcissists. And now that I read about sociopaths, I believe my Dad may have been one. Even in therapy the counselor had to “pull” him off of me…this male counselor said, “I am sorrow…you are steamrolling your daughter…”
Back to third grade…would you believe this went on into our last year of high school? I found the courage to tell her off during that last year of high school because everything became very obvious…she became much better looking and really gave it to me…hard and heavy, because her father had told my parents, time and again, that I was a very beautiful child. And I was only 14 at the time.
Ms. Sociopath went on to college where she excelled…at everything (although her laziness was beyond belief…she started as a Phys. Ed. major and gave it up because she didn’t like walking the distance from one building to another…this was UMass, Amherst). At the time, I was totally shocked…but she could make everything seem like it was normal.
One day my older sister spoke up with the rest of the family in the room. She said that I was under a spell and totally believed everything this girl said. She also told me I was far prettier than Ms. Sociopath and then my brothers got in on the act. Suddenly light had dawned on everybody. It was as if everyone came out from under that spell.
It has since occurred to me, and through therapy, that my mother was extremely envious of me and was competing for my father’s attention. What a horrible mess! I would not have made a ‘friend’ of the sociopath if I had not had such narcissist parents!
Needless to say…my life remains a mess…and I am almost 62 yo.
If anyone would like to talk to me, or email me, please feel free. Life stinks when no one “gets” you…or does not listen/hear what you have to say. This is the place, this Lovefraud site, where the “real” people dwell…and we have quite the story to tell.
Hi everybody…I haven’t logged on in a very long time…I still recognize some of your names though 🙂 Just wanted to update…There is life after the spath. I moved to a new state in 2010 to get away from my spath. He is now married to one of the girls that he cheated on me with because he got her pregnant. She had the baby, they named it after another girl that he used to cheat on me with. Obviously his new wife does not know this. Anyway, I haven’t heard from him and I thought for sure he was done with me…now in 2013 I get an email from him from a new email address…with an anonymous apology… “you deserved much better than how you were treated. Sometimes how people act and choose to treat others is unexplainable even to those who may be doing it. You were always a better person than I was and I can’t say I was the same to you. I am sorry for everything you went through and all the harm you were caused. It is not important who this is. Just know that somone is apologizing for every wrong action that was done to you.” I guess that was just his way of testing the waters to see if he would still get a response from me? I can tell by the email address and style of writing that it is him. I don’t know what his point is…it is always a lie when he apologizes anyway. After dating 2 other jerks since my move, I have finally met an awesome guy who a friend of mine used to work with..she introduced us and thought it would work out and it really is. He understands all my issues that I still have from being with a spath for 4 years and just reassures me that he is not like him and he understands how hard it is for me to trust. We will see if it works out…i am scared, but so far so good! I thought I was over a lot of the spath issues but things still pop up everyday that make me question things but I have to try to stop doing that. Anyway, when I was still with my ex spath, this website and blogging and all of the advice and support from all of the kind people on here helped me through some of the worst days of my life. My friends just couldn’t understand why I could not leave him, or why I would always take him back or why I acted like I was in some kind of trance…Well, I didn’t know either. I was manipulated and sucked in..and now 2 years later, I finally feel like I am healing. (All of that being said, I am still bothered by the email, I think about it everyday and still feel the old urge to write something back and tell him how he destroyed me and that I do not accept his apology, but I am not going to do it.)
Mendingthebrokenpieces, time for a LoveFraud ID change to “Repaired!”
Yeah, spaths NEVER really “go away.” NC….that urge to tell him all about himself won’t matter, and you know that.
Congratulations on your recovery!
Dear mending,
TOWANDA!!! And thank you for checking back in and giving us an update.
It will still take some work to help you get over the worst of the triggers. Healing is a process, a journey, not a destination.
Thank you so much Truthspeak! 🙂 yep! won’t matter one bit! NC all the way! *repaired
Ox Drover, thank you so much! I def remember you and all the time you spent replying to me in these blogs…all the advice that you give is from the heart…I cannot tell you how much I appeciate it. You make a difference. 🙂
Mending, I’m glad I’ve made a difference to at least some people, that’s what LF is all about after all.
Skylar
I am pretty lonely and also had to have surgery done on one of my cats. Broken femur. Cost a lot of money which I don’t have. Hoped he could help me. Right. What was I thinking. I also seem to reach out for any kind of relief when I get over stressed. I work full time and have a “gentlemens” ranch with a lot of animals. My closest relatives are 1000 miles away. I’m also 56 and divorced for 3 years after a 28 year relationshit. The last 10 years pretty bad. Didn’t do much or have much fun. I guess I will grasp at anything when I get this lonely. Even the fraud for an evening.