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.
Dear Henry,
Thank you, but though the pain was great, it is gone now. AND I still have two AWESOME sons! Son D and I were talking today bout how son C had GROWN in the last four years (since his dad’s death) and what an AWESOME guy he is.
Having more kids doesn’t make up for the one you loved and lost, but it sure the heck is a COMFORT in your loss. My X husband’s 89 yr old aunt had lost her only child at age 2 and when I went to see her for the first time she took out this lovely photograph and told me about her child, dead almost 60 years. She still grieved for that baby, and she never had other children. I still feel for that dear sweet lady.
Dear Kat,
I know you keep thinking and saying “I know he felt it too…he kept trying to tell me that it scared hell out of him”
Kat, I hate to bust your bubble, but THEY ARE THE LIE. HE IS INCAPABLE OF “FEELING IT”—-hun, I wanted so SOOOOO badly to believe that my X-BF-P loved me, he said he did, he acted (sometimes) like he did, but he DID NOT GIVE A RAT’S BEHIND ABOUT ME—none of them do, they just FAKE it.
Maybe not, but I think when you get your head around the fact that they are FAKE, THEY ARE THE LIE, everything they “emote” is a FAKE. They learn how to fake emotions, but they are NOT CAPABLE OF FEELING THEM. Not because they are “scared” but they don’t have the right chemicals in their brains or the receptors for them. Their brains keep them from bonding to ANYONE. Without a bond, you cannot love.
Kat, sweetie, I have been there, multiple times with multiple relationships, mother, father, son, boy friend, some bosses, some business partners etc. and they are ALL incapable of loving anyone. Of being honest, but boy are they GREAT FAKES. Use us like playing a great tune on the violin, but they are TONE DEAF.
I wish it wasn’t true, I tried to convince myself it wasn’t, but until I did get my head around it —they NEVER LOVED ME—it was so difficult to let it go. Why would I miss or love someone who didn’t love me, who used me? It does make it easier, at least for me. ((((BIG HUG)))) I would also recommend some therapy if you can find someone who “gets it”
Kat I am so sorry – please read about [between devalue and discard] at psychopath@groups.msn.com read and re read this is were we get stuck this is were the suffering is the greatest…..
Thanks guys and I am in therapy, but I’ve been moderately to severely depressed since early childhood and I’ll tell ya.. lol.. I didn’t need this.
I know he felt something oxy.. not sure what it was though as he obviously has no concern or care for my feelings or anyone elses either. He is a different kettle of fish from my first husband.. he had very normal relationships up until he was thoroughly put through the ringer by one particular woman who he stayed with for many years. Something really snapped in him, and he has been acting just like this ever since. Still I will never know what the hell this is all about. .I just wish, wish, wish I could UNBOND.. a couple of hundred years ago I have no doubt in my mind I would have entered a convent over this.. I feel completely ruined for any other man or even for a life alone. sometimes I just want to run down the street screaming.. HELP
Dear Kat,
Hun, I hear your pain and I wish that there was a “magic wand” I could wave and make you “Unbond.” Even a good bonk with my big iron skillet won’t solve the problem. (smile) I can definitely relate to the depression though, but I am doing okay on a low dose of meds now, but had a melt down in January when I was out of town and low on meds, so I tried to stretch them out and cut the dose and way, was that ever a melt down, so for now I am not going to try to decrease the dose for sure.
I had some therapy that was aimed for PTSD, it is called Rapid Eye Movement therapy, and it has done me more good than anything I have ever had. It supposedly helps you reroute the pathways in your brain so that the memories aren’t connected to the emotions. You might check around and see if there is anyone in your area who does that. It is in addition to the therapy you are getting now. I swear to you it was a MIRACLE for me. Even the plane crash pictured in my mind doesn’t evoke the terrible mental and physical pains that it did, and funny thing, OTHER P-RELATED stuff got better at the same time even though my therapy focused on the the plane crash memories and pain.
Kat Do you think your X was a borderline? That fear of abandoment they have is a very strong emotion for them. They hang on like their life depend’s on US. But it is not love they feel, it is fear. And even so they are sociopath’s at the same time. Your x sound’s like a cluster B to me……it’s hard to let go of someone that will cut their wrist just to prove they love us..that is not love that is manipulation and desperation and pity—and control….they are sick…..sad but true—-
kat: i could have written your last few posts. my s/p always told me he was ‘terrified’ of our connection, and i also feel that it is a past-life thing. what else would explain the level of bonding. but now i believe that it has more to do with my dysfunctional relationship with my father (after speaking with my mom about my breakup, i am horrified to learn how similar my ex and my dad are!). guess i blocked a lot of it out.
the other thing is that i KNOW now that he never loved me and PRETENDED to feel the connection because i did. he was mirroring me in order to get me to trust him with everything — the key to my apartment, my bank account, my entire world. he could make sure i was faithful (even had my cellphone voicemail code), play on my love, make sure i didn’t suspect anything, etc. sorry to say, but everything he said about his wife to me (depending on whether he was putting her on a pedestal — “she works so hard; she is so loyal to me; i don’t want to hurt her” — or completely devaluing her — “she trapped me; she’s a bitch; we’re not meant to be together”, he is now saying about me too. i was put on that pedestal and it felt great, but then when i started ”complaining” about his horrible emotional abuse, i became the bitch. his brand new, 25 yr old pregnant girlfriend is now on the pedestal: “we’re exactly alike; she’s got MAD style; she understands the core of me” (oy vey!). she’ll be the bitch as soon as she starts complaining, too. nevertheless …
kat, i too feel that i can never forget his touch, how he made me feel in the good moments, and i can’t imagine being with anyone else. and like yours, mine ‘snapped’ when his mom died a year ago. he just became a different person and all of his pathological tendencies (which were mostly fascinating to me — ”how does he DO that and get away with it! — magnified 100 times and he became a runaway sociopath: no boundaries, no remorse, entitlement to everyone and everything up the wazoo, promiscuous and risktaking (NO CONDOM!!!), and he immediately began to devalue me. i realize that his mom was the one thing who gave him any sense of moral bounds. with her death, he went wild. and because i was the closest person to him (our relationship had a mother/son element to it due to our 12 yr age difference) he took it all out on me.
as i said in my last post: for some reason (since the one yr anniversary of the death of his mom who was my best friend — i think she’s helping me) i can mostly see him for what he is: an immature schmuck who will NEVER be happy because his entire life is a huge web of lies and deceit. his gorgeous face and incredible body allow him to snare just about any female he wants, but i have nothing but pity for them. i’ve been there. but i’m free. i wish i had the years i poured myself into HIS happiness instead of my own. codependency is no picnic.
kat, i’m starting therapy next week. i owe it to myself to find some happiness — even if it is just with myself. and you do, too.
that last sentence makes me cry because i wasted so many resources on him, thinking he was my soul mate. he NEVER got it, and that hurts so much. he NEVER loved me (or anyone else!) and that hurts too. he USED me mercilessly, and i just thought i was his favorite girl of all time.
i call him sometimes — blocking my number; ALL his girlfriends block their numbers so i doubt he knows it is me — just to hear if he is in ‘angry, punishing mode’ or ‘sweet, come-hither mode.’ when i get the angry mode, i am so happy. when i hear the other, all sorts of things race through my mind: did he just have sex with his new, hot girlfriend? is he making up with his wife? blah blah blah. i haven’t done that in four days now and i’m trying not to. it’s crazy making behavior and not worth it.
anyway, let me stop babbling. just want you to know you are cared for and loved — and very much appreciated — ALL of you.
TOWANDA!!!!!
I know the sociopaths are not the cutters. And, they rarely kill themselves (which is really unfortunate:) The Borderlines are the cutters and they will take their life and attempt suicide to manipulate. Angelina Jolie was a cutter, not that I am insinuating anything:)
Benz,
Thanks for your loving comments. I believe that you as well will continue to stand firm. Keep that armor on and stay grounded in the truth and we will continue to make it in this world.
In the beginning of my recovery I read Joyce Meyer’s “Battlefield of the Mind”. I was drawn to this because when I went through my original S experience I was a teenager (my father is an N). At that time my youth pastor taught me about spiritual warfare. I’m afraid that I lost that concept somewhere along the way. I got tied into my thoughts and those lies I grew up with and my emotions in my more recent relationship with the S. I forgot that evil does exist and it comes in the form of man.
I also read Beth Moore’s “Get out of that Pit”. This reminded me of the need to cry out to God and to lean on him for my understanding, strenght and healing. He is the truth and is eager to share the truth of this world with all of us. I think it took being stripped of everything I was to get back to the very meaning of life. To rediscover the truth of this world and who I am. I needed that reminder.
Yesterday one of my client’s brought in a book for me to read. Usually I’m the one lending books to my clients and it is a precious moment when someone brings in something to share with me. Her journey is like ours. She has chronic PTSD and has had a serious of relationships with Ps throughout her life starting with her father. We have been working on redefining her story and her concept of who she is. She has been subjected to some of the most horrid experiences in life. I have had the privilege of watching her struggle and grow throughout the process and see such a wise and loving woman unfold in front of my eyes. As a counselor, I feel blessed as the lives of my clients touch me so deeply as I see the strength of our spirits fight to set us free from the shackles that tie us to this world.
The book she brought in is “The Faithful Gardner” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes (who also wrote, “Women Who Run With the Wolves”, another great book). I want to share the poem the author wrote at the end of the book. I think it speaks to a lot of us.
A Prayer
Refuse to fall down.
If you cannot refuse to fall down,
refuse to stay down.
If you cannot refust to stay down,
lift your heart toward heaven,
and like a hungry beggar,
ask that it be filed,
and it will be filled.
You may be pushed down.
You may be kept from rising.
But no one can keept you
from lifting your heart
towards heaven—-
only you.
It is in the middle of the misery
that so much becomes clear.
The one who says nothign good came of this,
is not yet listening.
I got chills reading your post. It was a mixed chills, partly excitement that you have put yourself in a position to help enlighten others, and also chills of concern for the young woman involved with this man. For I remember how everyone in my life could see that I was involved with a sociopathic narcissist, but I was so caught in his web, I kept going on with the relationship until he had sucked me dry.
Well, not totally dry, I never lost my belief that I will bounce back from this and repair my credit and rebuild my abundance and find a truly loving relationship. If anything, this experience has made me even more determined.
I wrote a book to help other women as well. Feel free to check it out, I would love to hear your comments. ITakeThee.info.
Best to you and keep on truckin’ sister!
Sorry for all the typos LOL