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.
[ It is emotonally impossible to simultaneously pity yet suspect deciet. Your mind can only do one or the other.]
the best thing about NO CONTACT for me is he can’t see how I am hurting
lost – [ a sad little manchild, insecure and juvenile, oversexed and underspirited, a victim of his karma ] wow that’s a very good observation of them
The connection I felt with this guy was unbelievable. I still feel it, and that’s why it tears me up when I see him posting on the website. We had so many things in common and were very well matched in every way, except for the part about him being ALREADY MARRIED AND LYING. I do feel it is some sort of karmic (past life) connection, though I realize not everyone here has that belief system.
I’ve heard that when a woman sleeps with a man, the bonding that happens for her lasts for about 60 days. I don’t remember where I read this, and I don’t now if it’s true. But it’s coming up on the 60-day mark. And I’m already starting to feel more detached.
I think getting out and realizing what they are is the first and most important step. But cutting the emotional/karmic cords seems to take a little longer, doesn’t it?
Lostingrief, I’m glad you are starting to have moments of healing. It takes time, but it does happen in small moments at first.
Henry, for me, the best part of NO CONTACT, is NO NEW INJURIES TO DEAL WITH—and now I am getting to the point that I don’t CARE about them. Are they ok? Are they safe? Who cares? I don’t even want to know. Obviously prison is a dangerous place and my son being a fairly small white male in a population of much bigger guys, tougher guys etc. has had the crap beat out of him multiple times, his shoulder repeatedly dislocated, his left wrist (he is left handed) injured and re injured, and left ankle too, over and over until he is fairly a cripple in those three joints (had surgery on the left shoulder right before all this had happened, because I raised enough cain with the prison that they should do something about his injury that left him crippled without surgery) Now, I don’t care to even know how he is. Did he get beat up last night? Did he get another cavity in a tooth that they refuse to fill and he’s in pain? Did his glasses get broken and they won’t replace them just cause he’s blind without them? I worried about all those things daily, hourly, now I don’t even wonder.
A person who is incarcertated without family on the out side to keep up with the illegal things the PRISON STAFF does (and it seems that there are many psychopaths who get jobs as prison guards so they have a captive population to look down on and harass and feel superior to) is in a world of hurt. No money to buy things like an asprin if your head hurts, or allergy medication if you need it, or a fan for the horrible heat of a south Texas summer, or a cup of coffee, or a tea bag, or a package of chips. My little darling lived off the fat of the land and didn’t even eat the “nasty prison food” cause he had money. No more. If he wants anything he will have to hussle for it now. Even a stamp or a piece of paper to write a letter to someone on the outside. He’s violated so many prison rules so many times that he can’t get the cushy jobs now as the “warden’s boy” any more, or teaching the computer classes, cause he smuggled in porno and got bounced from that. He can’t get back into the craft shop to make boots any more, as he got tossed out of there and no longer has the money to get back in, or the tools (thousands of dollars worth) that he had.
Henry, most of the time they end up losing everything that they hold dear and they have gone through so many of the potential victims that they have available that they end up with NO ONE AND NOTHING. You don’t have to worry about M., any more than I worry about P-son, they are their own worst enemy. Look what happened to Saadam’s sons in Iraq, talk about a couple of murderous psychopaths, like father, like sons, and the three of them got what they deserved for sure. Hitler, Mao, Saadam and a zillion others—it doesn’t undo the damage they did, but it does give them their “just deserts”—
Henry, I love your comment about how no contact is so they can’t see us hurting. This is so important, too.
I ran into my ex at a reptile show at the beginning of August. I knew I would see him there, and I had already planned my strategy. I totally ignored him and pretended I didn’t even see him! He followed my friend and me from vendor to vendor and stood inches from me for long periods of time. (I thought at first it was because he missed me. But I think it was a power play). Eventually, he was standing behind me at this one vendor booth leaning so close to me that he was almost on top of me. I didn’t see him doing it, but my friend did. The friend (who hates him) jabbed him twice in the crotch with a snake hook. The ex got annoyed and left the show. Afterward, my friend told me what happened. I laughed so hard I spit out my lunch. I still double over laughing every time I tell this story. The point of this is that I am so glad I never showed any hurt or weakness to him. I went home and obsessed about him for hours, but he never knew it. Thank God. I have not acknowledged him once since our split. As far as he’s concerned, I have just moved on with my happy life. And that is exactly what I intend to do. Little does he know that turning him in only adds to the happiness of seeing justice served.
Stargazer—a SNAKE HOOK TO THE CROTCH!!! How APPROPRIATE. LOL
I think you are right it was a POWER PLAY—showing you that he could “do whatever he wanted to”—your NO NOTICE was exactly what you should have done. If you had jabbed him with the hook, it would have given him notice, even negative notice is want the want–just notice. Your friend jabbing him was the perfect thing since you didn’t see it or know it happened. Good enough for him.
oxy – I have never been really obsessed with what (M) is doing now, or wonder if he is ok. The less I know the better for me. Thankfully when he was finally gone I stopped wondering and worrying about (WHAT) he is up too. Yes the games they played on the internet hurt but not like I thot it would. I truly have no desire to ever see him again. Please believe that! But yes I miss what I thought he was. I miss alot of thing’s about (the relationship), but (M) was just the empty body that carried my dream’s..Anyway OXY I dunno how you do it with your son. I guess after so many year’s of hurt and pain it is the only choice you have, if you want to live a somewhat normal life. I can relate tho, with my mother, never going to give her the opportunity to hurt me again. Never going to give her that satisfaction. I have no desire to see her, talk to her, nothin, zilch, nada, she has done too much harm to me and my son’s, to everybody in her path.Except for my half brother’s two son’s who keep her bled of money she has no one…but my heart does go out to u oxy I have two son’s and they are good men – I am very lucky…..
I obsess with what he (did). I obsess with (why) did (I) put up with him. I could give a rat’s ass about his well being now. And when I say I miss him. I know where that feeling is coming from, it comes from 3 year’s of living with evil. I dunno if any of you remember or are old enuff to remember The Twilight Zone?
I just wish I could get rid of the bonding.. it is over 8 months now and I still can’t forget that deep incredible connection. I know he felt it too.. he kept trying to tell me that it scared the hell out of him, but how he can just throw it away… …
And how do I get rid of it? Every time I try to date someone else or even just live my life I miss him… touching him, the way he felt, the way he made me feel.. I need to get over it somehow.. I can’t take this depression anymore. I am already on meds for it, have been since my first husband and I separated in 95. It is ruining my life.