Lovefraud received the following letter from a woman who was married to a sociopath for 16 years.
I was a stay-at-home mom until my son entered kindergarten, then I got a job. This was the end of any peace I would have for 10 years. The worst possible thing happened to my husband—the woman he could make fun of for being stupid or having no goals (whatever he would say to hurt my self-esteem) became a huge success. In fact, I made three times as much as Mr. Wonderful. The abuse escalated. He was so obsessed with destroying me that even on a business trip where I was getting an award for being the top sales rep in my company, he was pulling my boss aside and insinuating I was committing fraud and that was why I was #1.
For the last year of my marriage, he had convinced me to hand over all extra money so he could invest for “our” future. I did it thinking it was his ego that was hurt from my success. I didn’t know what he was then.
He spent a year hiding every dime, transferring every debt into my name, making up horrible stories about me to my friends and family. He would go talk to them in tears and say I was stealing all of our money and cheating on him. He would say how much he loved me and ask for advice, then have them swear not to say anything to me because he wanted our marriage to work. He even went so far to pull cousins, aunts and uncles aside during my grandmother’s funeral to say these things.
At the end of the year, while I was packing for a very large business meeting that was to announce a promotion for me, he told me he had cancer.
I believed him. Who besides a sociopath would say such a lie to their wife? That whole evening was spent crying and upset that my husband had cancer. Then I asked him a simple question, “Who is your doctor?” He couldn’t answer. Who would forget their cancer doctor? Then I realized, if he had been going to the doctor for such a serious illness, where were all the insurance bills? I have been to the doctor for a cold and gotten a bill from a lab, the doctor, then a follow-up from the insurance company to pay more, etc. I kicked him out.
I went to my business meeting and the onslaught of horrible screaming calls to the receptionist began from him. An entire week of this, while I was supposed to be there receiving a promotion. I left without the promotion and was basically fired”¦ “maybe you need to take some time to attend to personal problems.”
When I came home, I filed for divorce, cried for weeks and then looked around to find our money to pay bills. It was hidden; not a trace of paperwork was left. Every bill was in my name only. My friends, my family, my neighbors, even customers, no longer spoke to me. I deserved this, in their eyes.
Three years later, I still have nobody who fully believes me. I have one friend. My parents and I speak, but I don’t trust them not talk to my husband. If he has any information on me, he does whatever he can to destroy me. He abandoned our son, moved to another state to live with the next victim. My own sister sends him cards and letters and won’t speak to me.
The smear campaign
This woman was subjected to a smear campaign from her husband, the sociopath.
Abusers often use this tactic to cover up their own behavior and convince others that they are the ones being victimized. In fact, abusers frequently start the campaign as a pre-emptive strike, long before the relationship with the true victim collapses.
That’s what happened to the woman who wrote the letter. As the sociopath was getting ready to move on—he probably had his next victim already lined up—he laid the groundwork to destroy his wife. With his tears and skill as a liar, he convinced the woman’s friends and family of his story. They became unwitting co-conspirators.
What can you do?
Fighting the smear campaign is difficult. Most honest people can’t imagine that someone would be lying when making the outrageous charges that the sociopath claims, so they believe the lies. When the true victim finds out what has been said, everyone has already turned against her.
MSN Psychopath, a forum for victims, has a page about the smear campaign with suggestions on how to handle it. For example:
If anyone tries to talk to you about him, hold up your hand (like a stop sign) and say something like, “I don’t want to hear anything about him. He’s lying.” Say no more. If it continues, say, “My lawyer recommends I warn people they will have to testify where they heard that, should this turn into a libel or slander lawsuit.” Watch them scatter quickly when hearing this. This can cause people to stop cold and have another look at what they’ve been told.
Some more ideas: Say nothing but burst out with raucous laughter, slap your knee and laugh like crazy. “You should have heard what he said about his ex-girlfriend (ex-wife, you, his sister).” You get the idea.
Your own pre-emptive action
Once your relationship falls apart and you realize you’re dealing with a sociopath, or once you start to hear the lies, you may want to take your own pre-emptive action. Warn your family, friends, co-workers and the Human Resources Department at your job that the sociopath may start saying terrible things about you. This may work if their perceptions haven’t already been poisoned by the sociopath.
It may help to be able to explain why a person would say such terrible things. The reason, of course, is that the person is a sociopath. But as we all know, very few people understand what that means. To help others comprehend what you are dealing with, send them a link to Lovefraud.
Orphan,
The thing about being “ready” for another relationship or afraid that if you take time out that you may never be “ready” I think is NOT based on fact—It does take TIME to work through the grief, pain, gorwth, self doubt, etc etc of any failed relationship or loss of a relationship by death.
I think too many people get involved “too quickly” before they have fully worked through it all. I know for sure I did. My husband will have been dead 4 years in July, and with all the P-chaos and the X-BF etc. I know that I am not ready yet to invest the time and energy I know that ANY relationship takes until I think that I have done all I need to do to be WHOLE by myself. To be really content by myself.
I am not even taking “applications” for new FRIENDS at this point, not bcause I am afraid I would make a bad choice and possibly get another P in my life, but I want to focus on ME and the closer friends of mine, and not spread myself too thin.
While I don’t have an 8-5 job to take up my time, I do have things I am working very hard to accomplish in my life, just like a “job”—devoting X number of hours per day to working on these things and trying to find time for enjoyment, friends, recreation, relaxation, in a BALANCE. I made a decision 7-8 years ago to spend more time with FEWER people so I could have more QUALITY time with the SPECIAL people in my life. I felt that I was spreading myself too thin ovver too many projects and too many people and didn’t have the QUALITY relationships I wanted. I still enjoy meeting new people at various events, but focus more on myself and my closest relationships, my two sons C and D, and other very close friends. I am very hungry to spend time (mostly by phone) with my son C, as while he was married to the P, she isolated him from us.
I’m learning new things, starting to be able to FOCUS more on reading, and intellectuall things that before I didn’t have the focus to stay on track enough to get anything out of.
The chaos from the Ps invades every part of your being and keeps you from being able to concentrate on much of anything else.
But you still have to have time to “chew over” what has happened to you and why—why did you allow it? Changing your own ideas, thoughts, feelings and outlooks is a big job. It takes quiet and reflective time. Actually, being here and posting is one of the ways I “meditate” and “think” about me, as well as se how others are feeling (which validates that my feelings when I was (am) feeling like that myself. So it is a two-way learning process, I get as much or more from you guys that I give back.
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LilOrphan,
Weddings and birthdays and dating… these are things that have been triggers for me. So, I totally understand a wedding would set you off.
Just a few days ago, I started to feel some old frustrations with a man I am dating. This is the s-l-o-w-e-s-t dating process I have ever been through. At first, I felt agitated but now, I actually feel comfortable about it. But that’s another story. The point is, these frustrations brought back some thoughts about BM. For the first time in a VERY long time, I started thinking about BM and going soft on him like I used to. This is when I start to feel sorry for him and I kind of forget what a psycho he was… I think about a few very select moments that might have been… *might*.. have been authentic. After big meltdowns, he would sometimes go through a phase where he would say something like… “be careful with me right now. I am in a very tender state.” or “my heart is very tender right now.” I took these times to mean that maybe he was feeling some shame about losing control of himself and he was “processing” as he used to say. During these times, I might be permitted to say very very carefully how I was hurt by his words and actions but he could so easily FLIP right back to psycho man so I learned quickly that I would not be permitted to process MY feelings through.
Anyway, what I am saying is that dating has been a trigger for me to think about him so that might be why I have not been too into dating. Everytime I have man treat me with some indifference… it makes me long for those early days of BM and me when he acted like he was really happy to have found a woman like me.
I was a mess a few days ago too because I just turned 39. I made it through. I am okay… didn’t see any new wrinkles this morning but I do have grey hair sprouting and that really pissed me off! Because I still have yet to pass so many milestones in life that I am realizing.. I may never cross. FRUSTRATION!
Oh well.
On Smear campaigns… whenever I said the truth about BM to anyone… he acted like I was damaging HIS reputation. SPIN SPIN SPIN.
Aloha,
I laughed and laughed at your “thing” over your 39th birthday. LOL I remember when I hit 35—at that time I was divorced, going back to college, and was in DEEP DARK DEPRESSION EXCESSIVE MIS-ER-EEEEEEE over being so OLD. Now, 25 (actually 26) years later, I can look back at that very REAL depression over getting “old” back then.
To top it off, I had a lab partner that was 21 and without a doubt the prettiest gal in the huge class. This really cute PhD lab assistant came over and was spending all t his time with us “helping” us and I just knew he was going to ask her out. All the rest of the class was teasing her about him, cause he really WAS A HOTTIE. Anyway, one day we (the 3 of us) were working on someting and HE ASKED ME—ME—- OUT. I was so shocked I actually said, “Aren’t you asking HER out?” He said, “No, I’m asking YOU, (he was more my age), she’s too young for me!”
After that, I got over the depression and the feeling old and all that jazz. I got snapped out of my own backwards thinking pattern and depression. After my husband died, I did the same thing again, felt old, unwanted, etc. and that was why I let the P-BF hold up my “dream” of another “soul mate”—and when I kicked the SOB to the curb, I felt like losing that dream was the end of my world…but it wasn’t. I won’t let it be. I know this sounds “trite” but go down to your local mal and people watch for a while—then go home and look in the mirror and tell yourself just how young and beautiful you REALLY ARE! Heck even I can do that! LOL
OxDover,
I know it’s funny to you but we had this conversation before. You have had your problems AND you have had your babies and a nice husband.
My eggs are drying up and I will never get to be someone’s young wife. Maybe I will get to be someone’s grey haired childless wife and nurse their aches and pains as they get old. I don’t think this is hilarious. It is VERY painful and disappointing not to have the ONLY thing you have dreamed about since you can remember to not come true and I have to pretend to be fullfilled by having a cat. By the way.. I can’t afford a cat.
I know you are not trying to hurt my feelings and I appreciate your wisdom and YESSSSSS… I know that being married and having a family is not going to make my life perfect but I would at least like to have a chance to screw it up like everyone else!!!
I am sort of dating someone but he has two daughters (14 and 18) so I highly doubt he would want to start back at square one. Perhaps I need to reframe my dreams to be with someone as they approach 50 and maybe I can travel around with him like a retired person or something. *sigh*
I am either mad as hell that my dreams didn’t come true… or I cry my heart out because I feel ripped off and mad at God… or I have the “I don’t give a crap” mode where I go around like a robot, paying my bills, living my life and feeling nothing. Or the feeling sorry for myself mode which I suppose I am indulging in now.
I am able to laugh at myself and how caught up I was in all my dreams when I met BM. I think there are a lot of women in my age group who meet a psycho… just like grieving widows, we are vulnerable to these men because we are grieving a loss too… a loss of dreams. I don’t want to be a whiney baby about this but imagine just 10 years with your husband… now imagine he wasn’t there and you didn’t have children and you feel like an orphan on holidays and people keeping asking you at BBQ’s “which children are yours” and you have to say, “I don’t have any.” Oh. And then we get to hear from people how great we are and why are we single.. this from our girlfriend;s husbands and our best friends.. or some dumb ass guy you meet on Match.com who is looking for your big FLAW to explain it all..
Please.. no more laughing at ladies like me who have never had a soul mate or a family. We don’t think it is funny at all.
Hi Aloha-
I had to sign on and commiserate with you. I spent my youth waiting for the S lies to become my “reality”. I was so hung up on him, that, I wasn’t able to bond with another man….
Even though I had a child…I only got to have one…and he is doing the rebellious 17, and each day I am hoping it is only a phase, and not the beginning of a sinister genetic flaw. Some days his logic sound just like his dads. I am trying to write it off to adolescent narcissism, which will pass. I had it. I knew lots of people that did.
But, back to feeling old….blach…I will be 39 in a few months. In this order I got high blood pressure, medication that affected my adrenaline levels, so I didn’t have energy to exercise, (I used to hike mountains after work, and go to the gym on the days I didn’t, the medication just drained all of my energy) gained 60 pounds, developed diabetes…and now diabetes is storing my fat for me. I used to be the girl that got approached by my male neighbors, guys in the grocery store, and single dads at my sons school events. I remember her and miss her. She is still inside me, but my self esteem got such a beating (a recent beating), that it is very hard to get out of the funk. Every once in a while, I have a flash of feeling of what I felt like even 10-years-ago, and I want to keep that feeling all day. But, todays life pushes it out.
I never got to be someones young wife either, I never got to have more kids, my sons childhood was chaotic because of his father. I got robbed, and my son got robbed, he just doesn’t know it yet (when kids are young, they can’t miss what they never had, or so they say, when it is all that they knew).
What you and I are thinking about is envious in its nature. Everyday I work at just loving me, and all my faults…and I am not waiting for someone to take notice of me. I will live and strive to be as content as possible with myself…and despite all of the seeds of self hatred that my S planted….walk past them. I am in exactly the situation I am supposed to be in, and when it is meant to be different it will be.
I commiserate with you, someone else’s good fortune is not funny that it worked out for them so we shouldn’t give up hope. I feel like I suffered endlessly from hope for years. So I am right there with ya. It will come when it comes. Your destiny may be down the road….but,for now, forget hope, lets just believe that it is what it is and what it is meant to be, and when it is meant to be something else, it will be.
I put on my makeup everyday, do my hair, and put on my nicest clothes, and I am as nice to everybody as I can possibly be…I never know who I might run into. Everyday, I am the best me I can be, and I love myself. Someone of quality will eventually see it too…..and I will start on a new road.
I wish i had read this before i broke up with my ex!
He used the smear campaign tactic against me just before we broke up. After I asked him not to contact me anymore, he told the minister and my therapist that I was psychotic and not taking my medications.
He also told his friends at the Unitarian church that I was spreading rumors about him.
I have had to leave the church and change my phone number even though he has moved and is married. He tells people that he had to leave town because of me. The real reason he left town was because he was afraid of getting into legal trouble. In addition to stalking me, he also had comitted fraud by giving out fake info at the hospital to avoid having to pay a bill.
At any rate, he’s gone but the effects of a smear campaign can last a long time. I’m glad i was able to get away from him and his church friends.
He smeared another ex girlfriend by claiming that she had cheated on him and alleged that she had phsycially abused him.
I believed him. The moral of this story is beware of anyone who tells you how awful his ex girlfriend is. You just may be the next awful ex girlfriend!
My friend Aloha, I was NOT laughing AT you, but more at myself because I FELT THE SAME WAY—THAT MY DREAMS WOULD NEVER COME TRUE—doesn’t matter WHAT the dream is. Your dream is yours, mine is mine,—each dream is precious to the one who dreams it—unique–what I was trying to illustrate (not put YOU down) is that my dreams didn’t come true, but LIFE IS STILL GOOD, my dream of having a grand child was more than I ever dreamed of having children, I hoped to spend some wonderful years with a grandchild, being the kind of grandparent that maybe I wasn’t a parent —a second chance to do it right—the land I live on has been in the family since 1833—I wanted so much for that to continue, another generation—but it won’t. But, you know what, as much as I LOVE THIS LAND, it is ONLY land—it doesn’t love me back, and SO WHAT if there isn’t an 11th generation of THIS family to live here?
Aloha, I would NEVER LAUGH AT YOU! PLEASE BELIEVE ME ON THAT, I might laugh WITH YOU but never AT. It is just that my own “thing” with the AGE (mine was 35) I thought was similar to yours, but then I suddenly realized mine wasn’t such a big deal, I was only hoping that you could see the humor in that! I would never mean to step on anyone’s toes, or make fun of anyone’s dreams, my only point is that we ALL have dreams, and some of them don’t come true—BUT THERE IS STILL LIFE and good things. Other dreams we can accomplish. I’ve had my share of lost dreams—the dream of my P-son doing all kinds of great things for himself and humanity—shattered, and there was a time I didn’t think I could LIVE if he was the monster I know he is–I think that’s why I stayed in denial so darned long. It was all about MY DREAM FOR MY SON.
Losing my son to him becoming a monster is I think at least for me worse than if he had died. We all lose dreams my dear, but I want my life to go on, even without THAT dream. My dreams now are for ME–the only thing I CAN CONTROL and there is NO end to what I can be–even if I can’t fulfill the others. Peace and love.
Aloha:
Happy Belated – I waited around to see you yesterday and wish you a HB, but didn’t see you come on. And then I thought of how awful I felt on my birthday, because the last one was spent with the P and I was still believing in the SC Carrot. I felt like 40 was ok and 41 would be ok, because he was back and we were going to eventually be married.
While I do have kids and was married, my ex husband was a terrible father and an absent, sometimes abusive, alcoholic man. It was a sham, particularly to someone like me, who wanted a Lennon/Ono partnership style relationship.
I dreamed of two things when growing-up: being a writer and marrying my soulmate. Was raised on Rhett and Scarlett, the Brownings, Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, even the modern-day stories had writer couples or artistic couples whose relationships were far more deep and profound than what I had – a marriage in name only with an absentee spouse who hated everything I believed in.
So I totally GET some of what you’re feeling, though not all and certainly not exactly or perfectly.
But I feel like I’m transiting this world with kids moving on and parents moving towards death and I’ve still yet to meet a man with whom I can deeply engage mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Who “gets” me and loves that person. Thought the P was this person. In some ways, years ago, it really seemed he was. Sometimes, even this last time I saw flashes of it.
Now, between the failure of that relationship or whatever it was, the low self-esteem from ambient abuse and the fact I still haven’t found it, well, going out on new dates doesn’t seem promising….
The dream feels more elusive than ever, and I hear a clock ticking for me that I never heard in my early 30’s.
So yeah. Weddings, birthdays, dating: all are symbols of things that have been dangled before us as promises of someone to share life with, and then snatched away.
Ugh.
Thanks for understanding.
PS, Aloha: Just read that and my friend was talking in my ear as i was typing, so it made no sense:
What I was trying to say is that you weren’t around much yesterday and I got to wondering if your birthday bothered you. Then reading the posts you made today I understood what you were saying about some of these milestones and why they seem so much more problematic than other days for you, too. So I wondered how your birthday went, overall.
Somehow I think the experience of just not ever finding the right guy would be a whole lot less damaging and soul-impairing than finding the dangerously wrong guy.
I’m going to give it up to God or Yaweh or Buddha or the ghost of Kurt Cobain and assume, like so many other times in the past, that when what I want does not equal what I’ve currently been given it was not what was planned, for me, right now.
Table the item. Revisit it later, maybe in hindsight, and maybe see some clear reasons why God or whomever felt compelled to create me as this wildly romantic, giving, emotional, nurturing, passionate creature, then stick every potentially good partner behind barbed wire and watch as I cut myself trying to make the most of who I am – for the rest of my life.
Maybe God is a P? 😛 Or maybe He’s just in need of some good high comedy and drama.
Take care.