It was just a name in the subject line of an email.
I knew the name. How could I forget it? It was the name of the man who had betrayed my trust and my love for the four years nine months of our relationship.
Curious, I opened the email and read the words of a woman whose daughter’s girlfriend is engaged to a man named ”˜Jack’ (not his real name). I think he’s the same man you knew, she wrote. I read your website and the article from when your book was published. Do you have a picture?
I wrote back and told her I had burnt every picture I had of him. She sent me one by return email. Is this the same man? I’m really scared for my daughter’s safety. Conrad and my daughter’s friend have been living with us for a couple of months. He’s made lots of promises. Lots of commitments to do this, do that. None of them have come true.
I wrote back.
Unfortunately, it’s him. You can’t change him, I told her. You can help your daughter and her friend get free by learning as much as you can as fast as you can about narcissism and sociopaths. I gave her a couple of websites to read and I suggested a couple of things she could do to end the abuse now. There’s a good chance he’s up to his illegal activities once again as he has two high-end cars in their drive and one license plate which he continually shifts from vehicle to vehicle. I’ve suggested she contact the police and have offered to speak with the young woman who believes she has been swept up into Prince Charming’s arms.
When I wrote The Dandelion Spirit, I wanted to help women and men caught in a liar’s web to make sense of the craziness. I wanted to encourage and enlighten as well as inspire people.
Over the two years since the book was published I have heard from countless people — telling me their stories, asking for advice, thanking me for helping them understand and to breathe freely again.
I never expected to be able to help someone extricate themselves from Conrad’s web.
Expect the unexpected and life will never disappoint you.
It is my belief that knowledge is a gift to be shared. I learned a lot through the ”˜Jack’ experience. Learned about narcissism, sociopaths/psychopaths. About liars and abusers. And, I learned about being free. About turning up for me, in all my cuts and bruises, to stand tall and proud, a victor in my own life.
Helping others is not about getting even with the abuser. It’s about ensuring people know their rights, their duty and responsibility to be true to themselves. It’s about helping them understand they have the power to cut the ties that bind them to someone else’s abuse — and to help them find their courage to do it.
I have been blessed. In the 5+ years since my release, I have been given the gift of healing and the opportunity to help others find their paths away from abuse.
I am one lucky woman and I want to share my good fortune with the world around me.
“In today’s environment, hoarding knowledge ultimately erodes your power. If you know something very important, the way to get power is by actually sharing it.” Joseph Bardaracco
Everyday, survivors of these affairs stumble into this sight and take heart at the words written here by those who have journeyed through similar darkness. In our sharing we brighten the road and lighten the load of those who have fallen behind us. In our sharing, we illuminate the path for others to follow.
I never expected to be given the gift of helping someone involved with the same man I was. When first I read her words and thought about my response, I wondered if I was doing it out of vindictiveness, or was I truly coming from a loving heart.
I questioned myself to ensure I stood true to me, my values, principles and beliefs. And then, in the end, I realized — my heart belongs to me. In helping someone else, I am not going after him, I am going after what is right — sharing what I know and have learned so that someone else can find their way out of the darkness.
For the woman who wrote me, the story has a happy ending. She got him out of her house. For his new girlfriend, the story continues. She did not heed their advice. Did not want to hear what they said about him.
I know where she’s at. I know how scared she is and how frightened and alone she feels. I cannot change her path. I cannot alter her course. I can only continue to do what I do to create a world of peace around me: speak out against abuse and speak up for those who have lost their voice.
Lostingrief,
One last post before I hit the hay. Did Kathy Bates’ character in the movie care about how she looked when she smashed into that car? No. To be afraid of being seen as stuck up for doing what you need to do for yourself isn’t any different in my book. I cut ALL ties with anyone connecting me and the ex. It was what I needed to do for myself. That includes friends who didn’t take sides between either of us. That was their choice. But if they chose to turn a blind eye to what he did, they had no business being in my life. I don’t accept evil nor care to have it in my midst. If they do, that’s their choice. Anyone who has a negative influence in my life has been graciously pointed to the nearest exit. They have a right to choose, so do I.
Regarding how you handled that phone call from his brother, I can only say “bravo!”. You did a wonderful job setting that boundary. Protecting yourself from further injury right now is not being stuck up. It’s taking care of yourself. I am amazed at how we have all worried at times about coming off looking selfish or bad for doing what we need to in order to take care of ourselves. I had to learn to give myself permission to take care of myself. Now it’s not a matter of asking anymore, I just do. It’s not selfish, it’s being just to ourselves. If someone has any problems with that, then it’s their problem. No one should deny you what you need. Least of all, yourself.
Towanda!
Lostingrief.
You are doing the right thing. It’s vital at the moment to cut out anything that reminds you of him and that I’m afraid means friends and family too. It won’t always be that way but at the moment hearing anything about him will only hurt you and continue the obsessional thinking that we all go through at the beginning. Facing that pain IS a part of healing but we need a bit odf peace and strenght in our minds first before we face that.
Look on it as a mental holiday and surround yourself with new experiences – new friends, new music etc. It will give your over worked mind a rest and that’s what you need right now. The answers to his behaviour will come in time but for now slow down that adrenaline rush.
Swallow
Takingmeback,
I took the same stance as you. I cut contact with anyone who knew him or CHOSE to remain on any kind of terms with him. I didn’t feel there was a true friendship there if a person I knew wanted to stay ‘neutral’ after knowing what he did. All they really did was enable him to carry on as usual and turn a blind eye.
Like you, I decided I didn’t need spineless, cowardly people in my life even if they did not purposely mean to hurt me, they do not have the attributes that make a loyal friend.
Swallow
No Contact = changing phone numbers to a unlisted number. If you have ATT they will change number at no charge if you tell them you are recieving harassing phone call’s. Change e-mail address and password. Change lock’s on door’s if he ever had a key…change friend’s if they are still in contact with him…change family’s if they still have contact with him…..don’t put it off do it tomorrow…..I even changed truck’s…as far as warning new victim – not going to take the risk of retalliation…
Dear LIG,
I totally agree with the others on this one, you are doing the right thing in “taking a holiday” from ANYONE that upsets you. Right now you do NOT need anyone or anything that reminds you of him or is “back door” contact.
It isn’t about “appearing stuck up” or “selfish” it is SURVIVAL, and right now, YOU NEED TO SURVIVE, and anything ANYthing that makes it harder for you—ditch it. For a while, or forever, but ditch it! You need to focus on YOU 110%–and that is a GOOD THING! (((hugs))))
oxy do you still love me?
Dear Henry,
BRO YOU KNOW IT!
lol thanks I do feel like i have recoverd 90%, just like u assured me I would, but does this mean i have to find a new place to blog?
ABSOLUTELY NO, Henry! We can’t get by without you! LOL We miss you when you are gone! Besides since I am “into” S&M, who would I get to hit over the head with my skillet? LOL
BTW, don’t get so “cocky” that you think you are 90% healed, when I get that way I find out I have MISPLACED THE DECIMIL POINT and I am only 9.0% healed. LOL Everytime I think I am “there” I get a take down that puts me back on the “dunce” stool—but I am making progress and so are you, and PROGRESS on the road to healing is the thing, Henry. It’s all a JOURNEY—and the journey is the thing that we should enjoy, not just “getting there”—-like remember when you kids were little and they kept saying “are we there yet?” They weren’t enjoying the journey, just looking for the destination. We need to ENJOY THE JOURNEY, and examine each way station, each flower (or pile of BULL CRAP) on the way. We can smell the flower and fertilize it with the CRAP—
You know, if there were no bull crap iin the world, there would be no FLOWERS. Think about that, Henry. If “bad” things hadn’t happened to you, you wouldn’t appreciate all the GOOD things that you have like you do.
I tend to look at the things in my life in a negative way sometimes, I look at the farm which “isn’t perfect” and see the IMPERFECTIONS, rather than the fact that it is WONDERFUL. Others come here and tell me how beautiful it is, and I tend to see “what needs to be done”—rather than enjoy the beautiful thing that it is—not perfect, but beautiful.
So now, I am startig to look at things in a more POSITIVE LIGHT. I’m not perfect, but I’m “beautiful” and my sons are not “perfect” but they are AWESOME guys! I AM SO FREAKING BLESSED that I need to wear callouses on my knees thanking God for all that I have and that I am. Appreciating the wonders of what I have in blessings (not just “things”) is so much more satisfying now that I came so close to losing it all….including my life and the life of my son C.
I have been very sentimental today, and doing a lot of thinking, and feeling blessed, and humbled. I had a COUPLE of “ah ha” moments yesterday, one with the lack of empathy I had for the mother of that girl who apparently killed her child in Florida, and the other in my “dog story” about the dog that is lying on the road, hurt, and the owner goes to pick it up and it bites them….I had told and retold that story from the persepective of the owner—who would NOT bear any malice against the dog because it bit them, because they knew it was in pain.
I now see that story from the side of the dog as well….I too “bit” people when I was in such pain that I struck out blindly to any hand that reached toward me. I did some of the very same things that the Ps did to me, but now I can forgive myself for striking out that way. I can “look at clouds from both sides now” (the words from a favorite song of mine from the 70s) so our HEALING is a road, a journey on that road, and the way stops and “ah ha” moments along the way.
Henry, I am so proud of the way you have journeyed on that road, and for the cyber glimpses I have had of what a wonderful person you are…our jouurneys on the “healing road of life” are in some ways “solitary” but in other ways there is so much pleasure in the people we meet along that road that hold our hands, lift us up when we fall, give us a shoulder to cry on, and a laugh when we need one. Thank you Henry, for being my companion on this journey—you’re an AWESOME guy!
Dear OXY Thanks for the kind post. I do get it. Intellectually I know what happened. Yes we are all in the same boat here at lovefraud, all paddleing together to get to the other side as hard as we can. Here I am understood and validated. Life is a journey and we learn as we go. Some lesson’s are easy and fun, some are hard and devastating. For the most part I am ok oxy. I know I have some depression and anxiety. The doc gave me meds for that but I am not taking them, I want to deal with this head on. But got the meds in the cabinet if I should decide to take them. I am leaving for CO in a few day’s. The last time I was there was with (M), I can remember how stressed I was with him. He wasn’t happy to be with me that week and it was so obvious. We faught and argued the whole time. I was miserable. But we took ton’s of pictures of mountain’s covered in snow and elk and moose, rushing river’s. I took lot’s of pictures of him and when I look at them now he looked so irratated and frustrated that I was taking his picture. I have deleted all those pic’s but cannot delete the humiliation I feel for giving him 3 year’s of my life, when it was so obvious he didn’t even care. I was just a big inconvience to him. God – if he was so miserable why didnt he leave? why did he stay so long? I just don’t understand. I would live under a bridge and eat out of the dumpster’s before I would subject myself to living with someone just to have a place to live. I wish I could share those pictures of him with you. I don’t understand how I could of ever loved someone with such cold emotionless eye’s. I never saw joy or excitement in them. Even his laugh was faked. I would want to go to a nice place for dinner, but I knew there would be very little conversation and lot’s of uncomfortable silence. ANd he preferred pizza or mcdonalds. God I should be so happy that miserable unhappy man is gone. I can’t shake that feeling of doom and gloom, that empty hollow feeling. It’s kinda like a bank teller that just got robbed. If he was going to rob a bank why didn’t he pick one with money? Why did he rob me of my dignity, my self-esteem, my time? I am looking forward to this trip however. I will be with a wonderful female friend, we will laugh and talk and have the best time. And it will be nice to get out of this hot humid climate for a few day’s…thanks for letting me vent…